#God's hand ✋🏼

[olokosomolo]

I solved Tesla's intriguing numbers 3, 6, and 9

[sparklingchim]

number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

[reveluving]

cold little kisses ; yandere!singer x reader

summary: Omar's love knows no bounds.

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: I LOVE @oncomingnight 's OCs to BITS, but Omar has been haunting me for DAYS. OP if you're reading this, hi!! Quick question; is the man in the original post like someone someone? ‘Cause he now comes to mind whenever I think of him ✋🏼😔 Hope you don't mind me giving this sweetheart a go! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

'But like the greedy man he was, he never stopped. Not even when the two of you returned to his cabin.' ;

Smut includes: unprotected sex (p in v), cockwarming, slight teasing & marking, drools & sweat, body worship, soft!dom!Omar!

Omar believed you were God's gift at its purest form, and to be the luckiest son of a gun when you bestowed before him that very day?

Absolute miracle.

There was no way he could have wiped the lovestruck smile off his face every morning, waking up to you in your most vulnerable.

The extravagant sight of Quebec was already a treat as it was, enjoying the spot with his wife was another. He was more than content to watch you marvel at the snowy night, eyes twinkling in the fairy lights as the snowflakes fell on you like an extraordinary being blessing the Earth, but that would be unceremonious of him.

“Omar, look.” You gasped for the umpteenth time tonight, bending down at the line of the nation's quintessential souvenirs, handcrafted in ways that would surely grab the attention of first-time tourists. Those familiar with the renowned singer were kind enough to leave him and his beloved be, going only as far as taking a picture of the two from a distance to share on their social media later and rake in OMGs or any other forms of awe.

That, and many were smart enough to stay away, having witnessed the more intimidating side of him online at the mere mention of you in manners that never sat right with him.

“Would you like that one?” He asked, his deep voice never failed to send shivers down your spine.

“Omar, we already have so much.” You raised the bags in your hands, plus motioning to the majority that he had offered to hold. Brows furrowing a little in a way that you feel guilty that he has to play tour guide for you, no matter how many times you have visited.

“Well, who else is going to beautify our new bookshelf, if not you?” He chuckled, languidly walking over to stand next to you. He briefly surveyed the souvenirs through the glass, only for his eyes to flit towards you within seconds, prompting your face to burn, despite the chilly air hitting you, “We're buying it.”

Omar ducking his head was a telltale sign of him wanting to steal a kiss, but rather than feeling his lips on yours, he pecked the cold tip of your nose. Embarrassed by the affectionate display in public, you hid your face in his chest, your giggles vibrating through him.

That didn't stop him from showering you with more, planting kisses after kisses on the top of your head while he rested his free hand on the small of your back.

But like the greedy man he was, he never stopped. Not even when the two of you returned to his cabin.

Your eyes were brimming with tears, glassy to the point where you couldn't pinpoint the nature on the other side of the window beyond silhouettes. Your mind was no better, your brain already in the midst of turning mush in favour of him prodding your cervix.

He cooed at you, akin to a delicate flower if not for the way one of his hands gripped at your ass tightly. Blunt nails leaving marks for him to appreciate in the next sunrise. His other hand lightly held the back of your head, leaving you no choice but to stare back at him in a drunken haze.

Omar welcomed your drools and tears dripping down his chest, occasionally leaving damp marks on his shirt, all unbuttoned but barely removed from his shoulders. The half-disheveled look on him was a sight to behold, the oh-so-put-together-singer nowhere to be seen.

You felt full, and you were full, the stretch around him evident when bouncing you up and down his cock required his aid. You would've fallen back or sagged in his arms if not for his own holding you snug against his chest. Although, that didn't mean he wasn't seconds away from losing himself into the feeling either—falling back into the velvet seat with one arm around you, chest heaving in shallow breaths and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His body akin to a Greek God, created to worship his one and only with loyalty, riches and silk, and protect you from the dangers of humanity alone, or even the unforgiving weather that occured beyond the safety of his luxurious cabin.

Lost in the way you squeezed him each time he rolled his hips, he surged forward, wrapping his lips around one of your pebbled tits. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face further into your breasts as he shamelessly looked up at you through his lashes.

“Omar…” You hiccuped, brushing your lips against his forehead, moving your hips when he stilled you for a moment. It felt sickly sweet. something only he had the privilege of—of your body and soul, “Move, please…”

He couldn't say no to you, not now, not ever, even if he wanted nothing more than to listen to your pretty voice and hold you real close.

So long your lips, your mind, your you—could do nothing more than reciprocate his own desires, he'd only stop at his own expense when hell freezes over.

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» Bonus HC from the train pic on OP's post:

I love the thought of Omar, with his reading glasses as he writes the lyrics of his upcoming song on a journal and casually drinks his coffee. But he's also watching his beloved play a one-player card game in front of him with a warm smile. UGH.

» deadass could not help it. this is one of those 'if I don't do something about it, no matter how short or quick it is, I'll sure as hell think about it for a LONG time.' ksjslsksls ;; tagging @firefly-graphics for the gorgeous divider ♡

[babbymochiiii]

How They React When You’re Sick: NCT 127 EDITION

꒰ ͜͡➸ trope: established relationships

꒰ ͜͡➸ nct! boyfriends x non gender specific! reader

this was born because of the sheer fact i’m under the weather a bit so…here they are 💆🏻

dividers credit @horangipilled 🖤

ೃ⁀➷ Johnny

Honestly with Johnny he would be near you but at the same time give you space just cause he knows you might throw hands with him…💀

You’re both a bit stubborn ngl so as long as you don’t ask or call for him he ain’t coming towards you

IDK I feel like at the same time he’s still keeping an eye from you just from afar so you don’t get upset 🤷🏼

“Why aren’t you coming near me? 🥺”

“Cause you tried hitting me with your sandal—“

“Oh…”

Yeah you’re feisty when you’re sick 💅🏼

Sometimes I think Johnny does it more so you’re at peace cause that’s just how you are but he’s literally worried sick internally cause you tend to get sick a bit too often sometimes

“You’re so careless, can’t you be more careful so you don’t get sick Angel? 😭”

ೃ⁀➷ Taeyong

Oh my god the poor man 😭 he’s literally suffering with you

Like he’s literally just embodying 🥺 the whole time

“Are you sure you don’t need my help baby? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

HES JUST SO CUTE OKAY LIKE—

You feel bad that he feels bad that you’re sick, but you’re always reassuring him that it’s just a small cold and nothing more

Until you do get a bit worse

THEN is taeyong running around like crazy trying to find good remedies to help with your sore throat and cough.

As you get better, poor baby will be the one getting sick now (even when you warned him)

“I told you worrying the way you were and being near me would get you sick :(“

“It was worth it 🥴👍🏼”

ೃ⁀➷ Yuta

Y’all…as a fellow Scorpio this could honestly go both ways

He could dot on you and make sure you’re okay by giving you the needed vitamins and medications you need to feel better

OR he would literally tell you to get away from him cause he doesn’t want to get sick 💀

It all depends on his mood, or how important of a schedule is coming up and can’t afford to get sick

There’s no in between…✋🏼💀

“Awe baby lemme help you out.”

“No — nO — NO—“

“Baby you know I can’t get sick 😭”

He will whine about it if you’re close to him and will make a finger cross towards you 😭😂

Sometimes he ends up being sick or he just gets a sneezing fit

ೃ⁀➷ Doyoung

He acts like he doesn’t care

Will honestly make you believe it at one point

“Just don’t come near me yeah? I can’t get sick.”

Will make a BIG ASS deal about how he can’t come near you because you’re sick and he can’t get sick cause it will ruin the whole schedule that’s been planned out

But he sends you vitamin replenishment drinks, snacks, you name it to your door step with a note

“Please get well baby :(❤️ I’m sorry for being a grouch 😔🫶🏼”

Sometimes, and rarely even sometimes it’s always when you’re sick, you wanna deck tf out of him just because he’s being sour and all you have is a runny nose.

WILL DENY ALL AND ANY SORT OF ACCUSATIONS YOU THROW AT HIM FOR BEING SOUR

“I don’t know what you’re talking about 🤷🏼” (red ass fucking ears giving him away)

But ofc you got the members and receipts to back you up 😎💅🏼

He ends up cuddling you all night long after you call him out

You can’t really be that mad at him (though you really are) cause you get where he’s coming from just as long as he makes up for it when you’re better

ೃ⁀➷ Jaehyun

My man is dotting on you!!!

Just like taeil, he doesn’t want you moving at all. He prefers making sure you’re well rested, hydrated, and overall content

Honestly you try to get up and do your own things but he has this 6th sense where he just knows and he would be so gentle when questioning you

“Where you going baby?”

“I gotta pee 🧍🏼”

“Need any help?”

“No?”

Just stands there for a moment contemplating whether or not should he be by your side

With a quiet sigh he always gives to a gently smile

“Okay baby. Call me if you need anything.”

ೃ⁀➷ Jungwoo

Just like Taeyong he’s embodying 🥺 around you

He doesn’t know what personal space is

IT IS WHAT IT IS

he doesn’t care if he gets sick or not he’s on you

25/8 Jungwoo is on you, cuddling you, kissing you,dotting on you

Sick? Doesn’t give a fuck 🤷🏼

“We’re in love! No sickness will separate us! 😤”

“Jungwoo please I feel like ima puke.”

“Then puke on me 😍”

You have to literally pry him off of you

Had to bring Taeyong and Johnny one time to help you get him off 😭

“NO, NO, NO!!! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!! BABY PLEASE—!”

“Jungwoo I’m literally going to puke! Let me do it with some privacy!”

“But I’m supposed to be with you!”

Man is sulking like a scolded puppy 😭 pouty lips and everything

Honestly feel bad for him 🥹🙏🏼

ೃ⁀➷ Mark

Dude…

This man doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better 😭

Is literally calling Johnny and asks what he gives his partner to make them feel better

“Do you seriously not know what to give to them?”

“N-no! I mean…taeyong hyung is always the one giving me the medications :(“

Poor baby is suffering and google isn’t helping him 😭

But you are!

You calmly (bc we know he’s panicking) tell him which medications work best for you and don’t and always give him a visual aid on said medications.

“Babe I feel bad :( like I’m not being helpful at all…”

“Mark, baby, you’re doing great!”

(You’re always reassuring him)

“Dude…🥺”

ೃ⁀➷ Haechan

It’s either he’s doesn’t get sick or he is sick with you

(he’s the one that got you sick)

Whinny

Literally whining the whole time 😭

“Why do I gotta be sick! This sucks I can’t even get head from you cause you can’t even breathe properly 😭😭😭😭”

Forgot to mention….he’s usually 24/7 horny-ness is 100x worse than it usually is

“Haechan—“

“YOU WANT ME SO BAD!!! CANT DENY IT COME ON BABY LETS DO IT!!”

“Haechan I literally feel like I’m dying right now”

“So we die together 😍🙏🏼”

“Haechan fuck off im not doing this with you 😭”

WILL AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE just how sulky he got 💀

Then you threaten to call Taeyong on him then he’s gonna act like he did nothing wrong

“What? 😁 I didn’t do anything 😁”

Will be side eyeing him the whole night because you know he’s up to no good 💀

literally was giggling the whole time writing this cause of how much fun it is !!! haven’t done it in a while (I was writing this first before my valentine post 😭👍🏼)

But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Lemme know if I should do different scenarios and with the other members too!

remember my asks are open! and if you wish to join my taglist make sure to comment/message me !! :)) ❤️

Much love MWAH MWAH 🥰

— mochi 🖤

[babygirl-riley]

helloooo could you maybe write something with a ftm reader who has lots of scars (mostly from him) and tattoos? If not that's okay!!!

Sincerely 🦦

Stars

Battles brings scars to people, however, you and him don’t see scars as that

A/N: OMGGGGG I seriously love this! Let me write this down my dear 🦦 🖤 Hopefully this is something you were thinking of 😭 Side note I’m actually thrilled that this anon is on my page js ✋🏼

“So pull up your sleeves and build a new silhouette.”

Warnings: Mention of smut, fluff, angst, trauma, childhood trauma, violance and blood, mentions of torture, birthing, pregnancy, and swearing

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simon x reader fluff/angst list

Both of you laid holding onto each other, holding onto your naked bodies. You were laying on his chest, one of his deeper scars. His chest was littered with different burns, scars, newer ones, older ones. You had some, hidden with tattoos some at least.

You could hear his breathing soft and slow. That indicated that he was asleep, he would always fall asleep fast when you would trace a scar that laid on his chest. It was deep, in between ribs, you hated the thought someone would do that to him. Hanging there for how long he did.

You thought about how you kissed that spot over and over again. Placed your fingertips over it again and again. Plaguing the memory into a beautiful one every time Simon saw it. Instead of Rumba, it was you.

It was never like that at first though, you remembered the first time you both were naked together, about to have the best sex but forgetting in the moment about your scars. Once he found you with scars. He was taken a back with one that was near your hip. Simon stared at it long, too long where he subconsciously slapped himself, due to your react. He should have known you would have scars due to the kind of work you both were in. He just never would expect someone to hurt someone so gentle and loving.

You slid from underneath him, pulling your legs up to your chest. Staring at him, he knew the look. “I’m going to shower.”

At this time you didn’t see his scars. His last. His dark memories. So when you left him in the bedroom you didn’t expect him to join you in the shower. You jumped when you felt his large rough hands trace the large spine tattoo, feeling the ridges that were made by scars. You were frozen, didn’t know what to do. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.” He mumbled against your back. Planting another kiss.

Your heart was thumping quickly when he had you turn around. “Simon you don’t have…” When you faced him, it was the first time you saw his full face in light. The small scar on his chin and one on his eyebrow, causing the small bald spot. His jawline was sharp and hair starting to grow. He was beautiful.

His hand placed on the side of your cheek as his other hand when to your hip. His sigh was staggered. He was nervous himself. Never has he shown himself fully to someone. Never been comfortable to show his scars. His past. Your eyes lingered more, noticing the deep scars and burns. Especially the one on his ribs. Your eyes watering. “Oh Simon.”

“No,” He started shaking his head. “No need to feel bad darlin.’”

You looked back up at him, looking at his arm that had the tattoos. You have always loved them, used to bring markers out when it was just the two of you in your apartment, watching some god awful movie. Coloring it in.

“I just…” You mumbled looking down and away before he grabbed your chin.

“Scars are never something to be afraid of,” He mumbled kissing your lips softly as he followed a scar on your stomach. “They are reminders sure but they make us who we ‘re.”

After that you and him would tell each other when one played with a scar. You saw a burn spot that looked a lot like a cigarette while cuddling with him on the couch. “Dad,” He said shortly thinking that was it. “He was bloody drunk and claimed he missed the tray.”

You hummed sadly as you rubbed against it, bringing his arm up to your lips kissing it. When he traced the one on your hip once again you inhaled deeply. “Sexual assault in high school. I broke his arm.”

Simon nodded. “I would’ve kill ‘im.”

There was a particular tattoo that covered a scar of yours that it took a while to talk about. Simon never pushed and never did you, both of you understood and had that common ground. One day you told him while cooking dinner. “My sister and I were playing outside is how I got it,” Simon was confused before you showed the flower tattoo to him. “It’s just hard to talk about because she is gone. The flower is her birth flower.” Simon nodded as he got up to hold you as you cooked.

Even though you had scars, he had many, too many for you to go over in a month or so. Sometimes when you would trace one he would just shake his head. “One day.” He mumbled.

You thought the same as he did, how could someone hurt him? How could his own father? The things that you had learned he had been through made you want to gag. From him being young to now. So when you both were tied one day, got captured together you tried to have them not beat on him. He didn’t need anymore.

Simon would yell as they would dig a knife too deep in your arm. Once it got to your face, you tried to jerk. Yet they cut one down on your jawline, down your neck. Simon tried to move the chair to break it, it was too close to your artery.

Luckily it was only a day from the torture. Price sent you both on leave for a while to recover. Simon knew a bit how to handle but you. It was your first time. Not the last. So when you were locked inside the bathroom he was scared, when you finally opened. Red stained your face as tears rolled down. “I can’t.” Is all you said.

He nodded as he closed you in, lulling you as you cried. You never loved your scars. He taught you to at least like them. But now one can be shown everywhere and anytime. Someone could ask. Bring back the memory of that moment.

Scars are never shown sometimes not physically, Simon knew that. So as days went by he slowly healed you enough to be fine. Eventually you let him kiss you and touch your face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he held you close one night.

You leaned into him getting so much closer. “I’m sorry.”

Simon shook his head. “Don’ be sorry lovie,” He kissed your cheek. “Let me take care of ya.”

Years later you wear it with pride, Simon making sure that you felt comfortable. When you don’t he would show you how you are beautiful. Just how he was with you, you did the same with him. Even though both of you are on the same team doesn’t mean you both get leave the same time. Sometimes one is shorter than the other, waiting and hoping that they would come home safe. Alive.

One night when you were watching tv, and Simon was gone for three weeks, the door opened. You jumped as you saw him walking in. He just nodded at you and walked to the bedroom. It was code of hey see you in a minute. Alone time. So you made his favorite tea once you heard the shower go off and had a mug ready.

You chewed on your nail (nasty nervous habit) until he would come out. He would sit next to you, staring at the wall in front of him. His balaclava on, long sleeves, sweats. Barely any skin showing besides the ones around his eyes. You would continue watching your tv until his hand pressed on your thigh.

When you faced him, he would be looking at you. Distant. Not Simon. Ghost. Stuck with him. You slowly placed your hand on his cheek, tracing his cheek bone. “Can I?” You asked as you slowly went to the end of the mask.

Simon nodded slowly as you took it off slowly. Bruises on his face, mostly small but a large on the side of his head. It had to be a tough mission, it looked like he went through hell. Your eyes softened a bit as you guide him to your lap. Playing with his blonde hair.

You noticed the back of his neck had a fresh cut. It connected with another older one almost damn near. You traced the outside of the new one to the old one. “You know what I have been thinking,” Simon hummed in acknowledgment, knowing he is awake. Alert. Alive. “Scars are stars. they all connect somehow, physically or mentally. When you told me about how we shouldn’t be something we should be afraid of. I thought of things that wouldn’t be scary to think about. Stars.”

Simon didn’t say nothing but nodded. You didn’t mind, maybe it wasn’t something that hit him as it hit you. However, he echoed it in his mind for years after that.

When you got pregnant, unfortunately you couldn’t have a normal birth. C-Section had to be taken into view. Baby was having a hard time coming out and could kill both you and baby. So Simon and you decided it was the only route to go. When your daughter was born it was a magical experience to have. Once you and baby were home Simon would help care for both.

No sex was the rule from the doctor so your stitches wouldn’t come out. Which was taken seriously however, once it was in the green, Simon was on it. When his lips traced down your neck and down to your C-Section scar. He smirked against your skin. Simon has found that this scar was his favorite one, the one that gave him his children. His babies. “It’s time to make another yeah?”

You giggled trying to push him down to where he needs to be. “That’s funny.”

Retirement came around, which meant age as set in for the both of you. You both had kids who gave you grandkids. They love to color the tattoos that both you and Simon had, coloring the tattoos with bright colors. The oldest granddaughter one day asked about the scars that Simon had.

Simon would explain in child knowledge how they are things that he had to go through. “Can I see the Orion one!” You snapped your head at Simon, who just was smiling.

It took you a back as you looked at your daughter. Your daughter went red as she told her kid to go play. “Sorry I remembered when I was rubbing dad’s back cause of that nasty sunburn in Manchester…he told me about how to not worry about the scars. Explained how one of them is Orion.”

As the kids left to their own lives you turned to your husband and rubbed his tatted arm. “Orion?”

Simon chuckled. “It doesn’t but that was the only constellation I know.”

Now the Riley’s will always teach that scars no matter if they are physical or not are stars. Beautiful and unique in their own ways.

[yourdailyangel]

This was a random idea so bear with me❤️

(MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!!!!!)

✋🏼🚫18+🚫✋🏼

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🌹🖤A first night🖤🌹

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DRESS BELOW IS FOR REFERENCE!

°Astarion won't lie to you. He loves seeing you wear pretty much anything and everything.

°But this? Oh gods...

°There you stood, looking like a goddess (even more so) wearing something new you brought in the last city you visited.

°A red silk dress, it has cutouts on the sides teasing your curves ever so slightly.

°A low back further showing off your figure.

°Gale was trying to speak with him but gods damn y/n you look... heavenly.

°So many thoughts raced through his mind.

°How pretty you would look under him with that on.

°He's so lost in the thought he didn't noticed you walked over to him

°"Astarion?" "hello?"

°He looks at you wanting to speak but can't.. even your voice.. so soft and tender

°"I-I'm sorry darling I was... In my thoughts"

°He gives a quick soft smile

°"oh well I was just asking if you think I looked okay?" You gave a shy chuckle

°Gods you just think you look "okay?"

°He furrowed his brows a bit "y/n... You look heavenly"

°he wishes he could show you just how beautiful you look but unfortunately there's others around so he must wait..

°You giggle and run towards karlach to speak with her before turning in.

°Once everyone has turned in and you've both nestled into your shared bed he still can't get the thoughts out of his mind, so he's restless.

°"Astarion?" You whispered "yes darling?" "Are you..okay?"

°He didn't know how to reply honestly.

°"Y-yes I'm fine my love"

°Suddenly you pull him closer to you, his now half on top of you.

°"Darling i-"

°"Please astarion I want you to please"

°Gods damn it y/n you didn't have to beg him like that.. your words laced with pureness but also.. love and desire

°He's weak for it and you most importantly

°"Are you sure my love? We haven't done.. IT yet"

°You give a nod and a quick kiss "I'm sure Astarion"

°He kisses you back softly while moving to be fully on top of you.

°he gently slides your underwear down, "Your soaked pup"

°The heat slowly rises to your cheeks. You didn't know how badly you've actually needed this moment until now

°He kisses down your body making sure to show attention to every little detail

°"Are you sure you're ready my love?"

°He waits for your response, his gaze is soft but filled with love "Yes I'm sure" you bite the corner of your lip waiting to feel the stretch.

°He slides in fairly easy considering it's your first time.

°"Are you okay darling?" He doesn't move waiting for you to adjust and respond

°"Y-Yes" it feels amazing even with the slight sting

°"Don't worry y/n I'll take care of you" his words are almost a gentle whisper, you wrap your arms around his neck placing your hands throughout his hair

°He starts moving back and forth slowly, giving you a bit more time to fully adjust to it.

°"Astarion..." His name falling from your lips is now his favorite sound, he looks down at you, your hair sprawled out your face content with pleasure.

°"Faster astarion" you beg him but he only chuckles, "needy are we? What's the magic word darling?" He kisses your neck slowly making his way up to your lips

°"P-please" "Good girl"

°His movements quicken but still very much enjoyable

°"Cum for me darling"

°And those words did their magic you felt a wave of pure pleasure wash over you.

°He chuckles softly, giving you a finale kiss before collapsing beside you.

°"Do you need anything my love?" He runs his head to face you, scanning your features to see if there's any pain.

°"A nice bubble bath would be nice and more kisses"

°"One warm bath and more kisses coming up"

°And with that he helps you clean up and carries you to bed where you both snuggle into each other content.

[seraphic555]

Raise your hand if you read a thousand posts on ND ✋🏼

Raise your hand if you asked a hundred questions about ND ✋🏼

Raise your hand if you tried to get desires from being enlightened ✋🏼

Raise your hand if you tried to control your mind ✋🏼

I did all this with the intent to “get my dream life” after some sort of “god powers” were unlocked, but I was just digging myself into a hole. That’s not the point of ACTUAL Advaita Vedanta, which is a philosophy that teaches Brahman is the only Reality.

I think those of us who grew up Christian conflate Brahman with the Biblical God so we have certain expectations of what God is (some sort of magical, humanoid entity when it’s actually invisible) and then we see ourselves as having to become that God in the flesh.

So there’s really nothing else to know about this philosophy except that this Brahman is the only Reality, yet we spend months reading posts on this app trying to find more information out of desperation until we realize we’re literally looking for a key that doesn’t exist. But hey some of us have to learn the hard way 🤷🏼‍♀️.

I forgot the blogger’s name but she said to “just be” and that’s the best advice I can give anyone who is obsessed. It means stop trying. You can believe in religion or believe in nothing at all, you can be rich or poor, happy or sad, either way life will go on and in the end it doesn’t matter. No one is better than you and you’re better than no one. No one is enlightened or non enlightened, we’re all the same. Stop overthinking now and get on with your life 🫶🏼 If you’re still very interested in AV I recommend researching the old masters.

[celestie0]

ok forget bicep biting now that you’ve established the god if kinks THIGH RIDING 🙏🙏

I think of it in a brat taming way and thats the vibe that ihm gojo gives

but I think im an octave dirtier bc I secretly wanna shoe ride him as punishment 🫠

Like obviously they'll have to be brand new polished shoes cause ew

but imagineee like the business shoes with the whole realtor fit and hes just sitting leaned back on the couch and readers face is just crying and drooling on his knee begging him to forgive her for running her mouth a lil too much

And she’s groping his dick with grabby hands through the fabric

for purchase lol

(I imagine their actually married at this point)

and he’s like sweetly running his hand through her hair and rubbing her cheek against his pants but at the same time he’s harshly pressing his shoe up to her and not giving her a break

and eventually he pulls her face up a bit and sees her cry baby face and feels merciful so he pulls her up off the ground to finish on his thigh

and she basically passes out in his lap and he lets her nap nuzzled in his shoulder while he takes a call from a client

ok gn I’m ashamed 😞

same not a single thing turns me on more than thigh riding ✋🏼😭😓 idk just getting manhandled n balanced on gojo’s thigh while you rub yourself on him til you cum…DAMN I KINDA NEED THAT

STOP HELLO THAT WAS SO HOT?? I FEEL PHYSICALLY HOT RN??? bae you should write smut LMFAO

i have never thought about shoe riding before but now i am bc her drooling on his knee and him pushing his shoe up against her pussy…he’s so annoying he’d make some stupid joke about how she’s gotta polish his shoes up with her pussy before his meeting w his client 😓😖

adding this to list of ihm ideas ✍🏼

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Spoilers 477

It took long because I was trying to work with my very uncooperative group members who suck ass at communicating.🙄 I literally had a dream about it because I was so stressed.

I like how different Jinyoung's personality is when he can't remember, you know like bashing Allied while in pain, but that also means he's getting better at sorting out his thoughts despite the pain and panic attacks. And is it just me or what Jinyoung's experiencing, not panic attacks at all. Like, I'm not a professional psychiatrist or anything, but those do not look like panic attacks.

Also, isn't anyone going to help him like his ass is just there bleeding out.

Lmao, we all know what happens when Yujin gets cocky about his fighters.

🥺he wants to stay by samuel,even though samuel doesn't give him the time of day.

On god, this bitch is pissing me off, chasing after this lifestyle is literally what ruined him and big deal. He has people that care about him even though he doesn't deserve it and still chooses to act like a douche. Honestly, Jake's is pissing me off too. He's too nice for giving chances to people who don't deserve and clearly should be in jail (jihoe, xiaolong, vivi and samuel).

Warren bought them chicken like he always does 🥺. I honestly like how Amy and Natalie are so much smaller here, I feel like it shows us that these girls are younger than Sally and the others. Like they actually look like children, unlike the other girls. Also, yenna looks so cute and pudgy, but jokes aside, someone tell ptj that 3 years old don't look that small.

Bros about to get manhandled by a kid too. Do the men working for yujin forget their boss is also a child.

It's so funny whem when he tries to act intimidating when he's so tiny. I will stomp on him (I am also under the average height).

Thr audacity of this Lil bitch. He literally had his friends tortured, especially Daniel, and Sally almost got r*ped; and now he has the nerve to ask Daniel that! Bitch should be glad he's getting an option instead of his ass handed back to him.

Pretty sure ptj forgot to draw his tattoos just like he forgot Goo's wound on his neck.

It makes sense that Yujin would go after Gun. However, I'm going to be honest, I don't think it'll be easy or even possible. Honestly, lung cancer has a higher chance of killing Gun than these guys. I feel like James Lee and Tom Lee are probably some of the few people capable. Yujin probably knows that Gun is an heir to a powerful mafia group in Japan or that he at least has ties to the Yakuza. So he's either really overconfident or actually has more tricks up his sleeve. Although I'm sure Yujin knows of Gun's reputation as the white demon why else would we see him in all white.

I also feel like we'll finally get a backstory on Gun, I know his ass is downright evil. Like come on, the Yamazaki clan is currently the most powerful in Japan. They didn't become the number 1 by being decent human beings, that's for sure. He's probably worse than Charles, Goo, Tim Lee, Minsik, James Lee, and Jake's older brother combined✋🏼.

[trashiewrites]

Yup, I think we need more of neighbor Ghost✋🏼😌

I have returned and I bring what I could manage for still being heavily blocked rn! a little drabble! Im making more Neighbor! Ghost as we speak so if you have specific scenarios that you wanna play out plz do send them! Feed my creativity!

Heard From A Mutual

Word count: 527

Trigger: Mentions of alcohol slightly?

Simon sat outside enjoying the lovely afternoon, sipping a hot cup of tea as the chilled British breeze hit the bottom half of his face. Simon slid back down his mask as his neighbor's car pulled into their driveway. "Simon!! Just the man I wanted to see!" She smiled as she exited her vehicle. "Wanna head to drink tonight?"

"Good day, (y/n)... Hope work was well." She nodded as she took a seat next to him. "I'll pass... what's with the sudden urge to drink?"

"It was good, rather busy! Say, do you have a coworker, last name Garrick??" She tapped her chin as she searched for his first name in her head. "Kyle! Kyle Garrick!" Simon sighed as he heard Gaz's name.  What the fuck did tell her...

"I happen to do..." Simon sighed, hopefully, gaz isn't a monster and said anything too crazy.

"Oh sweet!"'she exclaimed, "Well he came into my shop earlier. I like to chat with my clients and Mr.Garrick is like a regular kind of. So I was talking about you and mentioned your name being Simon and he was like 'Oh, I have a coworker named Simon who acts kinda like that and wears a mask.' So it was either you were both or you had a long-lost twin out there that acted like you!"  She laughed, but Simon just sighed and drank more tea... man, going back to work will now be a nightmare...

"Let me guess... he told you how I can't practically get drunk. So you asked me to drink with you so you could test out that theory..." He turned to look at her and saw her face of shock and her flustered cheeks. Caught red-handed, literally on the exact detail.

"H-how?" Simon chuckled at her reaction. She was left speechless, she stumbles as she tried to come back from such a blow. "Or maybe I just wanted to drink with my good old pal."

"Stop trying to lie, you're bad at it..."

"Whatever!" She playfully punched his shoulder, "So what, I wanted to see how much you would be able to down!"

"A lot," Simon replied, "I wouldn't call myself an alcoholic but I do have quite the tolerance. You would be thrashed before I begin to be drunk."

"Dear god..." she raised her brows, still heavily curious. "Could we still see one day?" She pursed her lips as she asked innocently.

"Fine," Simon shook his head and laughed. She silently cheered in celebration "Not anytime soon though..."

"Oh come on! No fun!" She huffed, " Anyways, imma make some pasta for dinner you want some?" Simon sighed, how dinner with this woman has almost become a daily occasion.

"Sure, you don't have to." She swatted him away.

"It's fine! I make in big portions anyways!" She smiled, "You can come and chat too if you want if anything ill just bring it over!"

"Fine.. ill at least come help..." he smiled under his mask. 

"That's the spirit friend, I'll pull out a bottle of whiskey while we're at it okay!" she smiled widely as she turned to head to her house. "Come on now!"  he shook his head. 

"Coming, you impatient S.O.B..." 

[reveluving]

I have another ideaaaa 👀 I imagine Santi and Benny being very flamboyant when it comes to showing their admiration for someone. Imagine Rick bringing lunch to reader’s unexpectedly just to see Santi bringing her flowers and Benny giving her the heart eyes. My poor flag baby might have a stroke just from the scene in front of hiiimmm!!

a/n: Aria, baby. it’s been a long ass time ✋🏼😔 BUT THE FIXATION IS BACK (kinda. largely because I’ve been reading fics after fics of Oscar & Pedro chars. RAAAAAH). so we’re here baby, after 1 ½? 2 years later???? ENJOY

warnings: humour & fluff; poor Rick just wants to love you in peace.

j.k. m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys'), or check out my full m.list!

Oh, you know Rick’s eyes are TWITCHING. The paper bag in his hand, packed with lunch from your favourite stop, crumpling in his grasp, almost tearing at the top. Not the food though, he’s not trying to ruin his wife’s favourite. 

But he’s chill. Absolutely chill. He swears. 

Benny and Santi just had to stop by the same time he came home from work, both leaning against the white porch railing while you sat prettily on the bench. 

Benny was expressive in whatever he was talking about, likely his last boxing match from the way he was holding the air in a headlock before the three of you shared a laugh. As much of a troublemaker they were, they were your friends, after all. He’d chase them off his property or warn them with a glare any day if it meant cutting off any form of ‘allegiances’ with that horrible past, both yours and his.

Just when you were about to reply to God knows what they asked, you noticed Rick lingering by the mailbox. Your eyes lit up, and it didn’t take the duo any other hints to know that he was home.

“Rick!” You enthusiastically waved at your husband, beckoning him to sit on the bench next to you. Rick couldn’t help but smile back at you, walking over and ignoring the two until he reached the top step of the stairs.

“Boys.” He greeted them, going over to shake Santiago’s hand before Benny’s, flexing his hands as they shook to see if the other would break. None did, as usual, pulling away and somewhat putting the tension on hold in favour of you. Rick took a seat next to you, passing you the bag of food and a soft ‘there y’go, baby’ (but not really, he made sure the two would hear it). 

It took a few seconds, making sure he greeted you with a kiss before stretching his arm to lay on the backrest behind you.

“So, what’s the occasion?”

“The boys just came over to say hi. Gave me these flowers from the flower shop nearby,” You raised the calla lilies that were resting on your lap. Now, Rick was no flower specialist, but he has been to the shop countless times to buy you your own fix. 

And if he remembered correctly, they generally represented beauty.

Well played.

“And Santi was just telling me about this new Cuban restaurant just outside the neighbourhood.” You continued, turning to Santiago with an encouraging smile so he could tell Rick about it.

“Cuban restaurant, huh?” 

Santiago curtly nodded to his curiosity. 

“The best. Might even be your new favourite once you both try it.” He explained, only to glance at the paper bag Rick was holding—a look that was almost… Judgemental? Critical? All of the above? All Rick knew that the man before him was silently scoffing at his choice. 

And, well, Santi wouldn’t exactly deny that claim, either. 

Rick didn’t hide the scoff, only to pair it with a faux smile so you could take it as nothing more than a harmless banter, “Gotta be real good then. ‘Cause this here,” He cocked his head in the paper bag’s direction, “Is my wife’s favourite place. Our favourite place.”

Rick not only had to watch out for the bold claim Santi was making, but he also had to bear in mind the sight of Benny openly looking at you like a lovestruck puppy. The promising boxer didn’t even care about the passive-aggressive argument going on around him. He was just appreciating the beaut in front of him.

(Man’s just doesn’t give a shit atm).

“Hey, I’m not here to burst your bubble,” Santi huffed in amusement, raising his hands in a defensive way, “But I’m not trying to give the pretty girl any mediocre recommendations either. C’mon Flag, you, of all people, should know that we want the best for her.”

“Aw, Santi, you’re too kind.” You were touched and it showed, and Rick couldn’t argue with the statement. Without a doubt, he wants what was best for you, be it food, comfortable clothes, gourmet treats for the fucking neighbourhood cat you adore—anything. 

In the midst of their silent argument, you reached for Rick’s hand, holding his larger ones in between yours, “I’m sure Rick and I will enjoy it,” He mirrored the warm smile as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, only to break when you addressed the two, “And if it’s as good as you said it is, we might as well have a get together.”

Oh. 

You were growing concerned of the two’s silence, eyes darting back and forth and almost—almost asking what was wrong until Benny, as if snapped out of his trance, finally, spoke up. 

“Absolutely.” Benny raised his hand in a manner that a believer would in church. 

Abso-fucking-lutely.

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[onlyseokmins]

heeeeello elv🫶 im having my life ruined by dino right now and i am here!! to make that your business!!! i hope you don’t mind🫠🫶

can we perhaps. maybe. consider? shower sex with chan. but!!! you’re on vacation!!!

after you’ve been by the pool all day and you’re back in the hotel room, showering off ur sunscreen, humming to yourself under the flow of water. chan comes in after you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing down your neck and grinning against ur skin. he tells you how pretty you looked in your cute little swimsuit and how hard it’s been to keep his hands to himself. but now? he doesn’t have to! and he has no plans to even try.

thinkin about how he’d trail his fingers down over ur tummy, slip his hand between your legs, roll his thumb over your clit until your knees feel like jelly and the only thing holding you up is his strong arms. how he’d press u against the tile after he makes you come. and how he’d start fucking into you from behind, all slow and deep and precise. he’d be so obsessed with staring down at how your ass and your thighs move when his hips snap against you i think??? he’d just be kneading you aaaaall over, the entire time. 🫠

i don’t know!!! i just!!! think!!!! it would be pretty cool!!! 🥲 please help!!!!🥲 -🍿 x

Darling 🍿 anon!! ❤️ Ik u sent this way earlier in the day 😭 but how did you know I was thinking abt monster cock chan again 😔✋🏼 AND vague shower sex in general lmao I feel like I keep u in my pocket and u just know all my thoughts!

Now onto what u wrote, I'm vibrating at an insane frequency fyi. Just the thought of intentionally or unintentionally riling up channie all day at the pool 🫠 omg he'd be so needy and handsy bc he knew if he touched you out there, he wouldn't be able to behave 🤭 OH to be manhandled and have chan hitting it from the back... Frothing at the mouth.... I KNOW U THINK ITS COOL AND SO DO I BUT GOD IS IT HOT AF TOO 😭

[stevie-petey]

okie here is my chapter 8 thoughts dump this is so long i'm SORRY

the way you write action is crazy good. like i was reading the whole first part as if i’d never seen it coming like i haven’t watched the episode a million times. 

murray x bug banter is kind of everything LOL the dynamic is so hilarious & same for erica. i can totally see bug and erica getting way closer of a dynamic next season (hopefully because i love that girl fr🤞🏼)

the way i'm crying at the hopper x bug farewell… like obviously i knew it was coming but… wow. i love how your cancer sun 100% influences your writing because miss bug is a cancer if i’ve ever seen one. like girl just feels emotions so deeply AND SHE’S SO ME FOR THAT

STEVE HAND ON THIGH WHILE DRIVING ENTHUSIAST that got me so good i was melting u have no idea i think him doing that to me would heal me a bit

i just love the robin x bug x steve dynamic SOSOSOSO MUCH!!! i literally cannot wait for more of it in season 4 because it’s just so excellent. i can’t wait for the first season 4 chapter when all 3 of them have had months to establish their friendships/relationships so that when we see them in the first chapter back we’ll see a glimpse of their new stasis (until everything inevitably goes to shit again)

STEVE BEE VS JON’S HONEY I’MMMMMMM that got me so good i was giggling kicking my feet

I’M SO GLAD YOU WROTE BUG SINGING ALONG TO NEVER ENDING STORY because that would have LITERALLY been me in that sitch like come awn guys the world is literally ending a monster is chasing us lets have a moment where we just sing and pretend everything is happy PLEASE ugh and i also just KNOW steve was sitting there with the goofiest love sick smile admiring miss bug AS HE SHOULD because he is just enamored by any and everything she does

the billy scene is truly one of the most well-written things i’ve ever read. the way you write guilt but also grief going hand in hand is so beautifully painful. jonathan and steve both comforting her got me so emotional because they both know her so well to know she is going to carry the guilt of this so heavily and it makes me so :((((((( oh god and the double whammy with hopper right after billy was like a knife to the heart (in the best way) like by this point i was fully in tears. this whole sequence of billy’s death has me WORRIED tho bc of eddie’s fate in s4. i know they probably won’t be the best of friends right off the bat, for good reason, however seeing dustin have to go through the trauma somewhat similar and somewhat not to what bug just went through with billy is going to tear me UP inside. miss bug is in empath and it truly worries me how she will internalize eddie’s death/dustin’s grief. though i am glad steve will be there to comfort both of them (hoping steve and bug stay together PLEASE LET THEM STAY TOGETHER) 

i’m so glad mrs. waters is doing well i love that woman and want to protect her with my LIFE✋🏼

THE CHARM BRACELET omg bug needed this so bad. i literally can’t say anything else about that scene because truly it had me at a loss for words. SPEECHLESS TRULY

this whole ending fucked me UP ! i’m so sad we only got a small glimpse of el x bug x max because i love the sisterly dynamic they all have :((( though i am so extremely excited to see max & bug’s friendship shape because of the ~trauma bond~.

i am so curious to see how and if jon stays in contact with bug. i’m wondering if it’s going to be a situation where bug and jonathan actually do stay in touch while he shuts nancy out causing tension, or if poor jon shuts everyone out including bug. i also wonder what bug’s emotions will be when jon doesn’t come and visit hawkins during s4. GAH i just have so many thoughts surrounding s4 and i’m so excited to see how you write it!! i have absolutely no doubts in my mind that you’re going to make it absolutely perfect, whichever direction you chose to take it. you have a crazy awesome gift and i know whatever you write will have me in shambles in the best way ok that's all sorry for rambling luv u have a good nite bestie

xoxo, s <3

okay first im SO happy u love how i write action because it genuinely makes me want to die every time. i always feel so awkward and stilted writing it so its a relief you think otherwise <333

and the murray banter truly wasnt planned like bug just naturally hated the mans. it was perfect. and her goodbye with hopper :((( and ur so right bug IS 10000% a cancer baby like me, its why i made her bday july 3rd because it just felt so right. shes the most cancer cancer to ever cancer lmao

steve and jon fighting over honey and bee had me GIGGLIN it was a throwaway line but i simply had to add it. they would fight over it and it felt right. even while bickering, they still shared a soft smile when bug started singing because thats their girl !!!

the billy scene </3 it hurt. he isnt my favorite character, i dont agree that he had a "redemption" arc per say, but i truly do pity his character. he never had a chance to become good. i think we all deserve to at least have the chance to choose good. billys choice was stripped away from him, so bug understanding this makes it all the more painful.

as for how billy will affect bug season 4 and eddie being introduced ,,, oh just u WAIT !!! and we'll see more max and bug in season 4, theyre gonna go through some wild rides together lmao

[sohmiya]

Because i have brainrot and i promised something a lot less angsty. i'm sorry for sending more than one long ask today asdfghjkl

Rigghtt, so y'know when Max and Ev get over that huge argument I imagine Ev going over to Max's place, knocking on the door and when she answers they're standing there smiling at each and Max asks "are you going to come in?" and Evren shakes his head and goes "uh, I don't trust the two of us alone together in a space that isn't a studio. do you fancy a walk though?" "where?" "the store, for stuff for a charcuterie board."

And they're walking down the street together side by side, and the silence actually isn't awkward, it's like comforting and it'd probably remind the two of them how well they get each other and then Max would go, "are we going to do this small talk thing?" "god, no. we're terrible at that. we can skip to the honest shit" "like what?" and Evren would be all confident and cocky and say, "am I still your person?" and Max would roll her eyes all like "you're still fucking hung up about that" "it's the nicest thing you've said about me" "hey! I can be nice regularly!" "yeah...sure, i believe you(!)"

And then they're in the store together and Evren's carrying the basket, and Maxine's putting stuff in it, and a couple-that-aren't-a-couple shouldn't look so good grocery shopping...but they do, and then Max goes "I listened to your most recent song" and Ev would laugh and go "that's cute, you're keeping tabs on me" "well I'm going to when you're writing songs about me...you mentioned a woman with red hair" and Evren would be all "there are lots of women with red hair" and Max would smirk and say "you sang about her being in a band too" and Evren's pretty much caught out bc ofc its about her and he just ends up not responding.

When they're done shopping I imagine that they have a mini argument about who's going to pay bc I see Evren wanting to pay, but Maxine wanting to as well so they like play rock, paper, scissors to come up with a solution.

I feel like their walk back to Max's would be even more comfortable than their walk before, and then Evren's handing Max the bag when they get to her door and Max would say "I can't eat all this by myself" "share it with your band then" "...me inviting you in is me trying to be nice, evren" and I think he'd really debate it before going "look, i missed you and wanted to spend time with you and i've done that. so i'm good" bc he's still sorta in love, and Max is still probably scared about any prospect of them actually being together. but Max is in his life so having her in some capacity is better than not having her at all, and then he'd smile, and take a step back and go "feel free to text if you write anymore bangers about me though, babe"

i know this was supposed to be fluffy and happy but this made me feel bittersweet at BEST like your previous hc was too sad 😭✋🏼❤️‍🩹

but SCREAM evren finally taking maxine to shop for charcuterie <33333 imagine them walking around the store and checking things out then max goes “is there anything you like? like idk, your favorite cheese or whatever?” and ev just shrugs like “whatever” so max goes “don’t you have those at rich people parties?” “i mean yeah. but cheese is cheese” LMAOOO

"are we going to do this small talk thing?" "god, no. we're terrible at that. we can skip to the honest shit" "like what?" and Evren would be all confident and cocky and say, "am I still your person?"

smiling through the tears………. in another life they wouldn’t be joking about that 🕳️🚶🏻‍♀️

but also maxine relentlessly teasing evren for writing a song about her and evren ending up not responding….. maxine out here making it hard for him to move on like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up

OH and if evren wins rock paper scissors and ends up paying max will buy a bottle of wine to go with the charcuterie board but if she wins she’ll just go “ha. loser” 😭

"look, i missed you and wanted to spend time with you and i've done that. so i'm good"

you calling this hc “a lot less angsty” vs this line singlehandedly breaking my heart all over again

i don’t have maxine’s self-control like if i were her i would’ve asked evren out right then and there 😭

BUT OMG ok so when max and ev have both moved on and healed their hearts, imagine evren suddenly releasing a song about a dancer who’s good at ballet JDNDJDJS maxine would be sooo nosy about it and immediately call him like “TELL ME EVERYTHING” ugh the miko creator in me is like 🥹 but my max x ev heart is all 🥲

[here2bbtstrash]

WHO'S SAYING SQUIRT GOD MIN YOONGI DOESN'T HAVE A PERSONALITY???? 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Ok maybe he doesn't. Dare I say, neither does the reader.

BUT he can make 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 squirt. He doesn't 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 a personality. Stop disrespecting my religion like this y'all! ✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼

Drip! Reader on the other hand? Neither can she make anyone squirt nor does she have a personality. If anyone needs to go, it's her.

Or maybe Deep End! Namjoon. He's the sanest of them all and in this house, we support crack cocaine energy onli. 💀🏃🏻‍♀️

IT'S A DRABBLE NOBODY WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A PERSONALITY THE POINT WAS PORN WEHIUGEJTGDFGKD 🔪

readers are not on the poll!!!!! (also wouldn't that technically be su1c1de?!?!) TRY AGAIN 😂

omfg...... i think you better start running cause the deep end stans are already coming for your ass for that suggestion 👀 (at least you didn't say TSOYB jimin or i'd be coming after you too lmfao 🏃‍♀️)

[pipelinelaserraygun]

Who 👺 let terrorists 🇺🇸 IN? Answer: 👿 BETRAYERS ⚖️.

America's judas evildoers, guilty of TREASON.

AND, 👺 their punishments MUST 💥 FIT their crimes... a slap on the wrist WON'T do.

🕎✝️🛐 Father God, can this be preemptively STOPPED?

🕎✝️🛐 Father God, can this be preemptively STOPPED?

MUST 👁️👁️ SEE‼️ What constitutes 🇺🇸 treason?

MUST 👁️👁️ SEE‼️ What constitutes 🇺🇸 treason?

https://www.newsmax.com/world/globaltalk/israel-palestinians-gaza/2023/10/13/id/1138146/

How many pieces of SILVER does it take to betray sound advice from the Holy Spirit?

DON'T take matters into ✋🏼 human hands: 🛐 it's about laying EVERYTHING at the Lord's 🕎 altar-FOOTSTOOL.

Unless God steps in, THIS is where it's ALL 🦁 headed...