#I mean we know couples share clothes ugh

[mikereads]

I just saw the newest bts photo of Ryan and this was the first thought that came to mind. They are wearing the same shirt. I repeat Buck and Eddie are wearing the same shirt, the share clothes.

[zekescherries]

﹒ UNTIL DUE! ﹔ ft ＃ levi ackerman ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕levi can't love you, you're already in a relationship. an unhappy one at that.

PAIRING﹕levi ackerman × married!reader & erwin smith × reader ﹒ modern au

CHAPTER(S)﹕just this, it's a oneshot!

CONTENT WARNING﹕cheating + complicated & unhappy relationships + semi-fluff, mostly angst + soft!levi + arranged marriage + slight erwin × marie

AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕this used to be something else but I turned it around to make this, short and sweet!!

the moon's passes through the curtains, painting the old floor with a bright glow. you and levi lay together, enjoying each other's company; but especially the warmth between the two of you.

"can we stay like this a little longer?" you are obviously tired, your voice vibrates through the pillow. the soft material providing you with an extra cushion.

"what did you say?" levi almost catches himself smiling again.

soon enough you turn to face the ackerman, eyes barely open. "i asked if we could stay like this." your stare softens a fraction. those words. a simple question but such a powerful and deep seeded meaning behind you two.

levi has never felt like this before, not with anyone at least. he observed the world around him and looked in awe at happy couples.

at you and erwin, jealousy flooded him. he knew it was too late, that he couldn't have you, until now.

". . .of course,"

"we'll have to get up soon though." levi isn't even sure if you can hear him with how low his voice is.

yet, you groan as a response, making it clear that you both heard and agreed.

"ugh."

you bury your head into levi's chest, the bare skin warm and inviting, he even snakes an arm around your waist. the moment is intimate, and for a few minutes. . .you both just lay there entangled up in the sleek sheets while in each other's comforting arms.

only when the silence grows does levi hear the front door open.

erwin must be home.

"is he back?" you asks with a frown, the tone in your voice is hard to pinpoint. levi just nods and despite the darkness, levi can see the sadness that dawns on your face.

"yeah, i think so. . ."

"should i go?" levi asks.

you nods, sitting up and averting your gaze. you can't look levi in the eyes knowing that you're ashamed.

of yourself, of your loveless marriage, of something that you can't seem to shake. it's ingrained in you and god, do you love levi but you're bound to erwin by law. forced into this marriage by your father.

"okay."

levi jumps out of his skin, rushing to put together his clothes and run out the back door. wondering if he'll stay your secret forever, surprised that an exhausted erwin doesn't see him fly past.

or maybe he did, but didn't care enough to say anything.

"you home?!" he calls out to his you, setting his suitcase down for a second to light a candle.

"i'm right here, no need to yell. . ."

erwin's heart clenches when he sees you, looking miserable. you're his partner yet you feel nothing romantic towards him and neither does he feel anything romantic towards you.

if anything, you're more like roommates who share a last name.

". . .why are we even married?" erwin blurts out.

"what. . .?"

it's silent, erwin's expression says it all. he goes through life so emotionless, so sad, so afraid of his true feelings.

he's so miserable, he never wanted any of this. he remembers gazing at the night's stars with marie, wishing one day to marry her. just like how you prayed each night to marry levi.

but it wasn't going to happen.

© zekescherries , 🍒

[katelynnwrites]

The Kinda Love That You Only Find Once In A Lifetime (The Kind You Don’t Put Down) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: too much fluff

word count: 1122

summary: sydney isn’t your girlfriend, she is so much more than that

a/n: here you go @wosofanstuff, part two to All I Know Is This Could Either Break My Heart (Or Bring It Back To Life)

You laugh, eyes sparkling as you glance at Sydney.

‘Stop that.’ Laura grumbles.

‘Stop what?’ You ask in confusion.

‘That. The thing you both always do.’

‘What thing?’ Syd chimes in, just as confused.

‘Ugh I hate you both.’ The blonde complains, huffing and crossing her arms in frustration.

Giggling, you reach over to take another piece of leftover crust off your fellow Bayern Munich player’s plate.

‘See! That! That’s what I’m talking about!’ Laura exclaims.

‘What?’ You laugh again, in between bites of Sydney’s pizza crust.

The training staff had decided to give the team a little treat, in reward for the game won but Laura seems to be unhappy, or at the very least annoyed by yours and Syd’s eating habits.

‘You’re eating her pizza crust.’ Laura states.

‘And? I like crust and Syd doesn’t. This way her pizza crust doesn’t go to waste.’

It’s a simple explanation that makes complete sense to both you and Sydney.

‘God you’re both insufferable. You’re more married than Svenja and her wife and they’ve actually been married for years.’ Laura finishes as she gets up and walks away.

Both you and Sydney break into a fit of laughter.

International camp is always a lovely time and you thoroughly enjoy spending time with your national teammates even though they frequently tease you and Syd.

But you don’t care about that anymore. In fact you stopped caring a long time ago.

You reach out to hold Sydney’s hand and she eagerly intertwines her fingers with yours.

This moment does not go unnoticed by Kathy who is sitting opposite you and your favourite person.

She had stayed quiet during the Eintracht Frankfurt player’s exchange but now she speaks up, ‘Laura’s right. You both act more married than any other married couple I know.’

Sydney blushes and mumbles, ‘No we don’t.’

The VfL Wolfsburg player scoffs.

‘Yes you do. You drive each other’s cars, live and cook together. You share clothes and take turns spending the holidays with each other’s families.’

Now you’re blushing and Kathy eyes you suspiciously.

‘What is going on with the both of you? We never talked about that camp in Miami, a couple years ago but you two were remarkably different after.’

Both you and Sydney shrug at the same time, causing Kathy to roll her eyes.

‘I’m with Laura on this one. Put us out of our misery and just get married already.’

The Bayern Munich player chuckles and fires back, ‘I don’t have a ring yet!’

Your older national teammate scoffs in mock disgust, following Laura by leaving the table.

She joins another across the dining room and you grin at Syd, ‘We’re making all our friends tired of us.’

‘I’m okay with that if it means that I get to be with you.’ Sydney answers easily.

‘Me too.’ You breathe and she kisses the back of your hand affectionately.

You finish up the remaining piece of Sydney’s pizza crust in companionable silence.

Then you dust off the crumbs and lean your head against her shoulder.

Sydney wraps her arm around you immediately. The familiar gesture is both calming and reassuring.

You break the quiet first and ask, ‘So what kind of wedding do you want sonnenschein?’

Syd’s eyes are wide with wonder but she manages to sound only mildly surprised when she replies, ‘But like I told Kathy, I don’t have a ring yet.’

‘Liar.’ You murmur teasingly.

Sydney raises her eyebrows in question and you laugh.

‘The ring is hidden in your spare kit bag. I would be offended that you intend on giving me a ring that you keep together with your smelly boots but really, I don’t care where you keep it. I’ll wear it proudly anyway because I love you.’

Your favourite person’s jaw drops open in shock but you simply smile at her and continue, ‘I don’t think I want a church wedding, it’ll be too formal. Should we have a garden wedding? Or maybe a beach one?’

It takes her a moment but she soon returns your bright smile.

‘I don’t care. As long as you’re the one standing next to me and saying I do, I’ll marry you anywhere.’

‘Really though. You don’t have any preferences?’

‘A beach wedding does sound nice.’ Sydney admits and you hum thoughtfully.

‘We can start looking at venues once we’re back home?’

‘I’d love that.’

Syd’s hand finds its way onto your thigh and she begins drawing small patterns onto it. She can’t stop grinning and neither can you.

Out of nowhere, Laura drops back down into the empty seat beside you.

‘What are you both smiling about? It better not be some lovesick are they dating or are they not thing again.’

Your soon to be wife’s hazel eyes meet yours and you know she is asking a silent question.

Her eyes say, ‘Do you want to tell them? It’s your call.’

You answer both her and Laura at the same time, ‘Sorry to disappoint Laura but we were discussing our wedding. I guess that counts as lovesick.’

‘Your wedding.’ Laura echoes absentmindedly before it truly hits her.

‘Your wedding?!’

‘Yep.’ Sydney chimes in, popping the ‘p’.

‘Like you and Syd?’

‘The only woman I would ever want to marry yes.’ You state.

You keep your tone light and casual, Sydney squeezing your thigh gently in response being the only action betraying just how emotional the moment is.

She’s smirking at the blonde and it takes great effort on your part to not laugh.

Laura lets out a loud scream, causing the entire dining room to come to a standstill.

‘What the hell? I hate you both!’ She yells.

Alex quickly comes over, concern and worry written all over her face when she asks, ‘What’s wrong?’

Laura refuses to respond and both you and Sydney share a laugh.

‘Nothing’s wrong. She asked what we were smiling about and my fiancée said our wedding.’

‘Your wedding?’ Poppi blinks.

‘Mhm.’ Syd nods.

‘As in you?’ The older woman points.

‘Yes me.’

‘And her?’ Alex points again, this time at you.

‘Yes her.’ Sydney grins.

For good measure, the hazel eyed woman pulls you close and presses a brief kiss onto your lips.

That seems to allow the news to sink in for the rest of your national team because they all start cheering.

They rush over to where you and Sydney are sitting, offering suprised hugs and congratulatory words. The room is full of laughter and an infectious kind of happiness.

Amidst all that, you hear Svenja raising her voice, ‘I thought you said she isn’t your girlfriend!’

You smile to yourself.

Sydney is not your girlfriend. She has always been so much more than that.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

[spectrechosts]

Date Night

This is one of my longer series, and is mostly porn without plot about a human girl being a subby blood donor to a vampire lesbian couple. It's not like, *devoid* of story, but a decent chunk of chapters are just fucking.

Full Series

Willow giggled as her two dates fawned over her.

She had been the center of attention all night, even though they were an actual couple and she was just some dork who replied to a personal ad she saw on the local occult forum.

FF4F - Vampires Seeking Human for Netflix and Chills

Vampire couple want to take you on a romantic night out before heading back to our place for… drinks ;)

$1000 + Any medical costs incurred, and we'll pay for your dinner as well!

The money was definitely nice, she couldn't deny it. $1000 was more than she would make in a week working, and it was certainly more than the going rate for selling blood. And this restaurant was fancy, she would never go someplace like this. She didn't even have clothes nice enough for a place like this, and she had told the vampires that, and they told her that they had already picked something for her to wear.

Which really tied in nicely to the actual reason she had answered the ad: She really fucking wanted to get dominated by a vampire. Two vampires was an insane act of decadence. And they were paying her to do it. It was a dream come true.

It felt a little embarrassing how much she wanted it, honestly. She barely knew these girls and she was more than ready to do anything they asked, they could drain her dry in the middle of the restaurant and she would thank them to her last breath.

She was feeling incredibly gay, to put it mildly.

For their part, Alice and Senna seemed extremely into her as well. If they were only playing along for her sake, she couldn't tell. And whether they were into her romantically or into her the way that a pair of wolves is into a deer they had cornered, that was…

Well, it didn't matter. She was having a nice night regardless.

A very nice night, if Alice's hand on her thigh was any indication.

"I think," Alice husked in her ear, fingers drifting teasingly close to the hem of her dress, "That we should take this back to our place. Don't you?"

"Don't be pushy. We promised her a romantic night out, and that's what she'll get." Said Senna, coolly.

"I can't help myself! She looks so cute in that dress, I just want to eat her up." Alice said, flashing a fanged smile as if the double meaning wasn't obvious.

"Alice. You're acting like a horny teenager, let the girl finish her meal."

"Fiiine. Sorry, Willow."

"It's cool." Squeaked Willow, who was getting wet just from knowing they wanted to bite her. "C-Can I ask though, what's so exciting about this for you two? I mean, I'm nothing special, and you can just buy blood-"

"Ugh." Alice said, rolling her eyes.

"You are special, first of all." Senna said, placing a finger to Willow's lips to silence her protestations. "Second, drinking blood out of a bag just isn't the same."

"Mhm. It's like eating gruel. Back when we started living openly among your kind, they even had us drinking pig's blood. Disgusting."

"So we want to feed properly, but it's hard to find people that suit our tastes. Right blood type, in good health, local, willing, cute, shares our interests…"

"I haven't gotten to really sink my teeth into anybody since the nineties." Alice whined. "It's awful."

"I-It sounds like you're looking for more than just a meal?" Said Willow, hopefully.

Senna smiled coyly. "Maybe. No reason to go through all this searching every time if we can find someone interested in a more… long-term engagement. But let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"I could do this again!" Willow offered. "A-Anytime you want!"

Alice and Senna shared a look.

"We haven't even gotten to your end of the bargain, sweetheart." Alice chided.

"We could, uh-" Willow swallowed hard. "Get to it now. I-If you want."

"Only if it's what you want, cutie. This is your night." Senna said.

Alice grumbled, pulling Willow closer to her.

"Stop trying to talk her out of it, Sen. I'm hungry."

Willow felt very much like a prey animal in that moment, in the clutches of a beast that wanted nothing more than to tear open her throat and devour her.

"I-It's fine, really, it's why I'm here. The date is just a bonus." Willow said, and Alice relaxed a tiny bit, still holding her firmly but no longer digging her nails in like she was afraid someone might steal her away.

"See? She's some kinda blood pervert, it's cool." She said, and Willow groaned because she wasn't not some kind of blood pervert, but who just says that in public?

"Okay, but if you change your mind tell us. We won't get mad." Senna insisted.

"Really, I'm not going to."

"That's what the last girl said. Just keep it in mind."

"Oh man, that was funny." Alice said, as they paid and exited the restaurant. "She was like you, total vamp fetishist (I-I'm not-), and then she sees her own blood and freaks the fuck out, thinks she's gonna die. She threw a lamp at me and fainted in the hallway. Super apologetic the next day, but did not get a second date."

~

Alice had barely shepherded her into their apartment before she was nipping at her neck eagerly, not hard enough to draw blood yet, but enough to show her intent.

"You know," Senna said, "while 'netflix and chill' is a euphemism for fucking you're still supposed to at least pretend the pretense for taking them home was real."

"Don't wanna. Hungry."

"Ugh. Centuries to learn manners and you're still such a boor."

"I'm taking care of our guest." She said, and trailed kisses up to Willow's ear. "Tell us Willow," She purred, eyes locked on Senna still. "Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you want Senna to come help me make you feel good?"

Alice's hands were really wandering now, and making her stop was the furthest thing from Willow's mind. "P-Please, Senna…" She said, her face flushed and hot under her gaze.

"Oh, poor thing, we'll take care of you." Senna cooed, running her thumb over her cheek. "Alice you know I can't resist when you make them beg."

"I know, so just cut loose and enjoy her already. You deserve it."

Was it weird that Willow was getting turned on by them talking past her like this?

Weird or not, she was going to add more fuel to the fire.

"Please bite me, Senna, I need it." She begged, and Alice rewarded her by slipping her fingers past the band of her panties to idly stroke her clit. She whimpered and exposed her neck to the other girl.

Senna looked like she was in a trance, her pupils dilated and her fangs exposed. She leaned in and-

Blinked, shook her head.

"Wait- I know how I want her. Give me a second to get ready." She stammered, and disappeared down a hall. Willow whined, so close to what she wanted only to have it torn away at the last second.

"Relax, pet. She'll make it worth your while." Alice said, still lazily circling her clit.

"W-Will you bite me? Please?" Willow said, desperate.

"Hmmm. I want to. You know there's really nothing else like it- The warmth, the taste of fresh blood, rhythmically spurting into your mouth with your prey's heartbeat, feeling them squirm in your grasp, their life in your hands. It's intoxicating."

Willow shuddered and squeezed her thighs together.

"Buuuut, it'd be impolite for me to steal the first taste. Wouldn't it pet? Let's go see what she has planned for you."

Alice withdrew her hands and guided Willow into the room Senna had retreated into. Senna sat, naked, on the edge of their bed, applying lube to a strapon.

"Oh good, I was just about to call for you. Strip." Senna ordered.

Willow fumbled with the zipper on her back before Alice got it, yanking her dress down and opening the clasp of her bra for her. "T-Thanks" She stuttered, clumsily removing her underwear.

"My pleasure." Alice hummed, unabashedly eyefucking her.

"Come here. Now." Senna continued, her eyes a black void that Willow sank into, her legs carrying her with no input from her mind. Her head emptied, thoughts replaced with a fuzzy haze and-

"Hey! You said no hypnotizing people." Alice complained.

"Got carried away. You forgive me, don't you Willow?"

Willow snapped out of it in Senna's lap, the cool silicone of the strapon brushing against her lips.

"You don't have to hypnotize me, I'll do anything you ask." She said, grinding against its shaft.

"Well fuck, isn't she just perfect?" Alice said, embracing her from behind. "Our debauched little vampire thrall."

"Please, I-I need-"

"I know pet. Raise those hips up for me."

Willow raised up on her knees, and Senna aligned the tip of the strapon with her entrance. She made her wait for it, and Alice got to work kissing her neck and playing with her clit in the meantime. Willow whimpered, needy and sensitive.

"Good girl. Now down. Nice and slow, I want to savor every expression on your pretty face as I fill you up."

Willow sank onto the toy, her movements jerky and unsteady. She ached for more stimulation, but disobeying was unthinkable. It took all her willpower to keep a slow pace, feeling every inch of the strapon slip inside her.

"So pretty…" Senna murmured.

"Doing so well for us…" Added Alice.

A moan escaped Willow's lips as she finally reached the base of the toy and Senna rolled her hips to push the last little bit inside.

"Gooood girl." She cooed. "Do you want more?"

"Yeesssss"

"And what are you going to do to make us give it to you?"

"Please bite me, pleasepleaseplease-" Willow babbled.

Alice's fangs were already grazing her neck, and Senna took one of her hands and put her teeth to her wrist. She bit down first, and Willow inhaled sharply at the sting of her fangs. She withdrew them and placed her lips on the wound, suckling on it as blood pumped into her mouth.

Senna started thrusting in and out of Willow while she drank, and the conflicting sensations overwhelmed her. Pain throbbed in her wrist with every gulp that Senna took, and quiet moans escaped her lips every time she snapped her hips upwards. Senna kept her eyes locked on her through it all, and Willow watched them change as the bloodlust took over; looking at her hungrily, possessively. The polite vampire from earlier was gone, she was at the mercy of a monster now. Her fingers dug into her hip as she fucked her harder, faster-

And then Alice bit her.

If Senna's bite was painful, Alice's was agonizing. She bit down hard and didn't let go, leaving her fangs embedded in her neck and letting blood spurt out around them. Willow squealed, tormented by every miniscule movement that Alice made sending another jolt of pain shooting through her. She drank messily, blood overflowing past her lips as Willow's pounding heartbeat forced more and more out of her.

"-fucking wasting it when she tastes so good-" Senna growled, detaching from her wrist and applying pressure to the wound as she sat up to lick at the blood trailing down Willow's chest.

"-can't help it, you know jugular is messy-" Alice said, briefly unlatching before biting her again at the nape of her neck, and then again on her shoulder. She wasn't even aiming for a vein, she was just biting for the sake of sinking her teeth into warm meat while she could.

Willow couldn't focus on their bickering, she felt lightheaded, all the intense feelings bubbling to a hot point inside her. Alice wrapped an arm around her throat to cover her gushing wound, warm blood oozing between her fingers. She nibbled at her ear, whispering to her.

"Look at how nice Senna is treating you, drinking up all that blood you spilled."

Alice's voice sent shivers down her spine, and she looked down and watched Senna lick a rivulet of blood off of her nipple, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak before biting her gently, making her whimper.

"I think you should do something nice for her, don't you?"

Willow nodded, unable to speak. Her heart was racing, her breath came in shallow gasps, she could barely think.

"I think," Alice purred, "That she wants you to cum around her cock. Can you do that for her pet?"

That drew a shaky moan from Willow, and she wrapped her arms around Senna's head, grasping for something to keep her steady as she went weak in the knees.

"Be a good girl now. Cum for her, cum for us."

Willow squeaked as she went rigid, the pressure inside her releasing as she shuddered and came all over Senna's strap. Both of the vampires cooed praise as she rode out the intense orgasm, shaking and gasping as they held her.

Her head was fuzzy as she came down, her heart was still racing, her breathing even shallower, she felt-

"Dizzy, f-feel weird, I-I…"

Senna's eyes cleared in an instant and filled with concern.

"Oh shit, hold onto her she's gonna-"

~

Willow awoke tucked into the bed, her bites neatly dressed with gauze. She sat up, confused-

"Hey. Don't get up too fast. How do you feel?" Senna said, gently pushing her back down. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, and saw Alice sleeping beside her, blindly grasping for her after being disturbed by her sudden movement.

"Um. Kinda woozy? I don't- I don't remember what-"

"You passed out, cutie. Our fault, we got carried away and drank too much."

"Oh." Willow said, embarrassed. "S-Sorry."

"Don't be, pet. You were amazing."

"O-Oh. Thanks." She felt… weirdly proud of being a good meal. "What, um, what time is it?"

"Ten-ish."

"Fuck, I have work-" She said, and started to get up again.

"Nuh-uh. Call in sick, you need to rest."

"I-I can't-"

"I wasn't asking." Senna said, fishing around in her purse for a wad of bills that she counted out and handed to Willow. "Here. What we agreed, plus extra to make up for you missing work."

Willow's eyes went wide, this was 2,500 fucking dollars.

"I-I can't take this-"

"You can and you will, pretty thing. Now call in sick so we can all go to bed, okay?" Senna said, cupping her cheek tenderly.

God, she really didn't need to hypnotize her to make her do anything she asked.

"U-Um, yeah, okay."

"Good girl." Senna said, and gave her a kiss.

[aliwritex]

yukierre x reader thoughts: 18+ filth 2.2k

notes: after a total of three people asking here it is. literally just some thoughts don’t expect anything but filth from this. warnings under the cut.

warnings: threesome, stablished relationship (yukixreader), boyxboy action, top!pierre, bottom!yuki, kinda dom and kinda mean Pierre, cum play, cum eating, oral, pinv, pina, everything. seriously filth.

You had met Yuki at Pierre's birthday party, he offered to make you a drink and you got to talking.

“So, how do you know Pierre?” he asked, making you think for a second because you couldn’t really say that you had been friends with occasional benefits since you were eighteen.

“Long time family friend. What about you?”

“Ex teammate.” he said, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh, of course. You’re Yuki!” he nodded shyly “I didn’t recognize you without the fringe”

“Ugh. It was his birthday wish, said he wanted me to change my hair. I’m a really good friend cause this is definitely out of my comfort zone”

“Really? I think it looks good.”

Turns out Yuki was your company for the rest of the night and asked you out by the end of the party.

You decided to text Pierre about it, maybe he didn’t want you to go on a date with his good friend, that would be understandable. That was when he revealed that he had also had a fling with the younger man. You were surprised but he said he didn’t mind you two going out.

You worked out really well and started dating. But it took Yuki a couple months to find out that not only you knew about him and Pierre but that you too had fallen for his charms. All he could do was laugh. Because what else was there to do? It was a funny situation.

He went fully red when he was scrolling through his photos, trying to find something to show you when a very obvious picture of him and very obviously Pierre being intimate popped up. You talked and laughed it out, teasing each other about it.

The idea was brought up to you one night, coming back from dinner with both of them.

“So, ironic isn’t it?” Pierre said as you stood in the corridor of your hotel room.

“I’d use the word awkward”

“It doesn’t have to be awkward,” he contradicted.

“I don’t like how you’re looking at each other right now.”

“Just hear us out” Yuki finally spoke “please”

“Well, since Yuki told me you were coming an idea popped in my head. And, luckily, Yuki shared the same idea”

“Right, I get it. Is this like a, one just watches thing or…”

“We were thinking everyone involved.”

“Yeah, that’s better” you told them in a sultry voice, guiding their faces closer to you till you reached to kiss each one. “Let’s go into our room, yeah?”

You took their hands in yours, walking through the hotel hallway to your door and they followed behind. You waited for Yuki to unlock the door and let you in before closing it back up.

You sat on the edge of the bed kicking your shoes off and looking up at the two men that stood in front of you.

“Why don’t you two start, i wanna watch for a bit”

They turned to face each other and Pierre reached for Yuki’s face, tilting it up to kiss him. Their kiss was tentative at first, they hadn’t been intimate in too long, but Pierre was first to deepen it. He guided Yuki’s head to the side, licking his lips till he allowed his tongue into his mouth.

Yuki’s hands grabbed Pierre’s small waist as his lowered to the younger’s ass, making him let out a groan into the kiss when his palms squeezed. It was a great view from the bed, watching as they kissed and started to take off each other’s clothes.

Yuki pulled away to pull off his own shirt first, then move on to Pierre’s, also pulling it over his head. You both sighed at the view, his golden and strong chest on display but only Yuki reached to touch.

His hands rested on the man’s chest as he pulled his body closer by the waist, bringing him back into an intense kiss. You decide to step in and reach over to unbutton their jeans, you felt them both already hardening when you did so.

“Right, take them off and come here, I’m getting lonely.” you told them from the bed, body shivering in anticipation to have two pairs of lips and hands on you.

They kicked off their pants before crawling onto the bed, on each side of you. Pierre’s mouth was on your neck as Yuki worked on getting you out of your dress and your hands reached for their cocks.

As soon as Yuki got your dress off they took their mouths to your tits, each tongue teasing a nipple. Your hands dived into their underwear, freeing them from the restraint and wrapping around them. Your boyfriend pulled away from your chest to kiss you, distracting you from working your hands on them. But Pierre pulled away before you could even redeem yourself.

He got up to grab condoms and lube but you didn’t see, Yuki was distracting you as he kissed you, tongues curling around and teeth biting each other’s lips. Pierre watched, enjoying the intimate scene as he covered his fingers in lube.

“Off”

The command was simple but it made you and Yuki quickly pull away from each other to take your last piece of clothing off.

Once the older man had you both completely naked, he pulled your bodies to the edge of the bed, till you were holding your legs up by your heels, knees spreading over each other’s. Pierre smiled and sank onto his knees by the bed. Then you were a mess of hands and lips, tangled in each other like a chain.

Pierre had his lubed up fingers pressing into Yuki as he licked you open. His tongue ran through every crevice and bump of your cunt. His hand spread up on your lower stomach, his thumb reaching to circle your clit as yours worked Yuki’s tip.

They made a mess out of you. Yuki was kissing you intensely while his hand worked your chest, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples. And Pierre always knew what to do with his tongue to make you feel good.

It was a matter of minutes till you were coming around Pierre’s tongue, pulling Yuki’s bottom lip with your teeth as your body tensed up and shook. Your hand accidentally squeezing Yuki too hard and making him moan pathetically.

“Who do you want to fuck? Do you have a favorite?”

“Oh, Yukino” he caressed his cheek with the free hand “she takes me in the back just as good as you do. But I think I wanna have my way with you tonight, it’s been too long.” he turned to you “Then you can ride him, is that okay, ma cherie?”

You nodded and watched him kiss Yuki, your boyfriend could taste you in his tongue. A beautiful sight right in front of you, specially with Yuki squirming from Pierre’s fingers working him open.

You both pulled away from Yuki, Pierre taking his time to cover himself with a condom while you climbed on top of your boyfriend. You sat on his cock, letting it rest between your wet lips as you bent over to kiss him, your hips moving slightly so his tip met your clit.

You let yourself tease him for a while till Pierre lifted you up with a hand on your hip and guided Yuki into you. You both groaned and the feeling as he pushed you down.

“So pretty, you two. What did I do to deserve this, huh?” he said, aligning himself to Yuki’s hole “Ready, Yuki? Can you still take me?”

He nodded under you, almost desperately as he felt Pierre’s tip brush against his hole. He let out a strangled moan as he was finally filled up. You reached to brush his hair off his face and watched as it twisted in pleasure while Pierre pushed into him, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyes closed. You only looked away when Pierre’s hand met your chin, turning you to kiss him.

He made you look down after he pulled away to watch him thrust into your boyfriend. Such a beautiful sight, Yuki’s hole stretching to take his friend’s thick cock, he was trembling beneath you and Pierre wasn’t even fully in. But when he gave another push Yuki tried to stop him, groaning in pain.

You turned back to him, caressing his face with your thumb “Oh, baby, c’mon, I know you can take it” you encouraged, kissing his face “just relax for us”

You started moving on him, soft thrusts back and forth that made your clit drag against his skin, but mostly, made him relax to take Pierre further.

He had to wait a little again before Yuki allowed him to move but as soon as he did you sped up your movements too. Your boyfriend was a mess beneath your bodies, barely even thinking as Pierre not only filled him but also helped your hips move on his cock. Anytime Yuki could open his eyes he caught a glimpse of his friend making out with his girlfriend, it was driving him insane.

Having you two working on him made him feel so complete, “so full”

“What is it, darling?” you asked after pulling away from Pierre.

“Feel so fucking full, so good, fuck-. ‘M not gonna last much.” he whined in a broken voice.

He looked so pretty and so fucked out of his mind that you couldn’t help pushing your thumb past his lips. By instinct he started sucking on it and it was hot.

“Do you think he should cum? Want him to fill you up?” Pierre asked, whispering to your ear in a way that his lips brushed against the skin.

You just nodded and he took his hands to your hips again, guiding you up and down on your boyfriend. Yuki was moaning pathetically around your thumb. You watched him as Pierre fucked him dumb, eyes rolling back, sweaty hair sticking up in all directions and his skin red.

He bit your finger as he came, shooting his cum inside you and clenching around Pierre. You were all moaning at the different feelings, enjoying his prolonged orgasm.

“Fuck, Yuki. Can’t believe you let yourself come before your girlfriend. Thought you were better than that” Pierre teased “She’s not done yet, are you cherie?” You shook your head, pressing back to feel his lips on your neck. “Come on, then”

He helped you get up and pull away from Yuki, watching as his cum spilled out of you. Pierre couldn’t help but swipe his fingers between your legs, collecting some of the cum before taking it to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean, looking you in the eyes as he did so before pulling you into a kiss, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste your boyfriend.

Yuki groaned at the sight.

“Turn around, want your head on this side” Pierre told him before kissing you again.

Once Yuki was in the position he wanted, he guided you to straddle the man’s head and push you down on him.

Yuki knew exactly what to do. His tongue started lapping at your folds then circling your clit. Pierre watched for a second before taking your hand in his and guiding you to bend over, till you were facing his cock.

“Need to cum too, don’t I?”

You nodded and pulled off his condom before guiding him to your lips. You made sure to tease, sticking your tongue out and tapping his tip on it a couple times before taking into your mouth. His hand ran through your hair, not pushing you though, he knew he was too big for that.

You tried giving him your best, working your tongue and moving your head in circles but sometimes Yuki would distract you. He was sucking on your clit as your hole bumped against his chin, making a wet mess on his face.

You choked on Pierre when you came. It was a surprise, triggered by Yuki’s finger pressing against your asshole, not penetrating but enough to make your legs shake around his face. The older man pulled away from your mouth to let you recover.

“So fucking pretty when you choke on my cock.” he praised, holding your chin up to look at him. “C’mon, ma cherie, so close”

You moved back a little, sitting on Yuki’s chest before starting to work on Pierre again. Your boyfriend reached up to play with his balls then the frenchman was a mess, moaning, grunting and mumbling in the foreign language.

“Gonna cum on your faces” he groaned and pushed you off Yuki.

You laid next to your boyfriend, mouths open and tongues out, watching as Pierre pumped his cock above till he was painting you in translucent white. Thick ropes of cum landed everywhere, your tongues, your cheeks and your chests. He made a mess out of you.

You both swallowed whatever was in your mouth before turning to kiss, tasting the man perfectly in each other’s mouths. Pierre groaned at the sight before laying right next to you, completely spent.

“Don’t I always pitch great ideas?”

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 2: A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing (The Louvre)

Another very solid album! I think I've heard some say that it's not really that good besides a couple standouts, but I must respectfully disagree!! More down-to-earth and less of a bag of delightfully mismatched oddities than its predecessor, yes, but that still doesn't really diminish its value in my eyes. Yeah, it doesn't really have many low points for me but it also definitely does have those couple of total classics that totally stand out (and interestingly, I realized while writing down my favourite songs that I could consider every single one on the first half of the album a favourite. Not that the second half is necessarily worse... but still interesting to actually have it spelled out and visible like that and be able to think about it). And all in all Woofer definitely continues with a very similar kind of feeling and imagery as the previous release so I'm definitely a big fan of that aspect! I really like this album a whole bunch and revisit it a lot. Just making it clear here... just in case... that yes, I do like it, even if I don't have that many specific things to sing praise about this time, maybe? Or at least not as loudly. Who knows!

But ok, there actually IS another very important thing I can't forget to mention about Woofer. Because this is THE impressive Russell vocal moments album for me, or maybe more appropriately, Russell making sounds that are both impressive and intriguing in nature. That defintely makes it stand out even among all the other early 70s albums (which also have their own fair share of such moments of course). But I'll say more on those specific moments below.

And also, continuing the topic of seasons associations here too (for as long as I remember to inculde these here, I might forget about it pretty quickly however, maybe it's just that with some later albums the associations aren't as pronounced and important! Yeah, it could be that), this album is totally autumny to me, a sunny and warm sort of autumn but when most of the leaves have already fallen down. For once it's not the exact moment when I started listening to it that becomes the associatied season, huh? But even then, I can still hear some elements of late winter / very early spring here as well.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Girl From Germany (this is just THE sound of the summer kind of song for me, it just makes me instantly happy. Which I guess is kind of funny considering its subject matter but that's just how it is with Sparks and I think we all got used to that at this point)

Beaver O'Lindy (!!!!! no explanation needed, right)

Nothing Is Sacred (suuuuuper underrated, I especially love Russell's entire... whatever is going on at the end here, it's one of my favourite moments on the entire album)

Here Comes Bob (this is silly but at first whenever I heard this song I always pictured the character Bob from Animal Crossing going on a little stroll so that definitely makes it funnier)

Moon Over Kentucky (another timeless CLASSIC. I don't even know what to say about it, it's just so good. And has plenty of those vocal moments too for sure)

Batteries Not Included (not... really a favourite but I still wanted to give it a mention, because I think there's something very cool and unique about it, even besides being sort of a funny little... ugh, I hate to use this word but, novelty?? song (I can't find a better word for this that doesn't come af sort of derogatory but I hope you can see what I mean with this haha)). Oh, and of course it's the first on the list of "short intro" type of Sparks songs, which I always find quite great and memorable whenever they show up over the following years.

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― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Warning: mentions of Christmas celebrations. (1.5k words) ― Summary: Mick and Yn are used to sharing everything, and always spending time with each other. However, they didn’t notice that things got easier because they ended up pilling some things in one house. His place is theirs now, but the same happened with her place. It only takes their respective siblings one look to figure out the whole situation. Will it scare them, or will they finally move in together? ― A/n: This piece can be read as a stand-alone, or part of the King of My Heart series (here). It was also based on this ask sent by my Coffee emoji anon on Tumblr, who gave me permission to work on the thot and bring it into a full piece <3 Thank you for the support and for proofreading it too, C! *mwah* I hope you guys like it! 

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“Did you see my white sneakers when you walked through the entrance?” Mick asked, raking his fingers through his blonde hair, already feeling the stress taking over. He wasn’t the biggest fan of packing, even though it was something he had to do numerous times in his line of work. He tended to have everything sorted, and whenever it was time he would just throw everything inside the luggage and get going.

“Nein, isn’t it somewhere in your closet?” his sister asked, watching the blonde walk inside the closet again.

“It’s not,” his voice carried from the room while he walked back to his sister, a stressful curve between his eyebrows.

“When was the last time you wore it?”

Mick sighs, throwing his body beside Gina’s on his mattress, the bed dipping with his weight.

“I wore them last Saturday…then on Monday on the trip back home”

“Didn’t you forget between Yn’s things? You came home together, right?”

Mick bites his lips when a wave of realization hits him, shaking his head, “I…mhm…I left them at her place.”

“You didn’t forget?”

“Nah, I left them there.”

**********

“Ugh, I’m pretty sure I left it on the sink,” Yn sighs, going through bottles of hair products while Lewis watches from the door. He was helping her pack for Christmas at the Schumachers, everyone was going, including their parents, and Roscoe who was already there with the oldest Hamiltons and Corinna. Lewis had some things to finish with Merc and Yn had work to do, so they agreed on flying together, which he knew meant also packing together since Yn would get easily distracted and forget to do so.

“It’s no biggie, I have mine at home, I just wanted to get this one braid sorted because it’s too loose,” Lewis tries.

“Nah, but I always have my curls and braids stuff there, Lew…Last week I even rebraided these two pieces and…—oh–”

“What?”

“I left the lil hair bag at Mick’s house.”

“What do you mean you left it there? Like, you accidentally forgot there?”

Yn bites her lips, “I’m there most of the time, so I just left it there, you know?”

Lewis watches attentively as his sister walks back to the closet staring at her clothes as if they were going to pack on their own.

“Did you pack your satin pillowcase?”

“Yeah, Mick is taking it, I have some at his apartment. I’m putting the ones that are here through the wash,” she explains simply, starting to fold a coat.

“You have one at his place?”

“Yeah, he bought some when we started dating, it’s easier when we don’t have to keep moving those everyday things, you know?”

The oldest Hamilton was at a loss for words for a few seconds. It was so obvious, yet his sister seemed unaware. In her defense, however, the couple were now over a year into their relationship, and to deal with the distance they had to make do with each small gap of time together, it seemed to be more work for Mick and Yn to keep packing an overnight bag or something of the sorts whenever they wanted to be together. It was just easier to have their things shared between houses.

“So you’ve kind of moved in together?” he wants to be less direct with his questions, but this is all Lewis can muster, and it makes Yn stop in her tracks, brows drawing together in confusion.

“No?”

Lewis chuckles, it’s not a funny situation per se, he’s more nervous with his own realization that his sister is old enough not only to date, but now she’s old enough to share an apartment with a guy, which means soon enough she’ll probably get married, and have kids, and…his baby sister!

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[aylabyu]

A/N: YALL IM BACK IM ALIVE. sorry for the long pause! was busy with school (and star rail....) please enjoy this rather short fic! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

"dan, dan heng!"

"ugh! wait for a bit- ah!"

you were bouncing hastily on dan heng's cock for nearly an hour already. poor guy's close to passing out due to cumming three times in a row.

"w-wait! i can't anymore, ah~ ah!"

dan heng bit his lips and blinked rapidly to regain some consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure on his dick.

"can you at least remove the dildo- ugh, agh! ah!♡"

he let out his whorish moans, though he stopped trying to hide them a long time ago, and gripped your waist tight.

"no can do baby, you told me it's my turn today. i'm gonna do what i want and no Aeon will stop me from riding your dick dry!♡"

you moaned shamelessly, feeling the overstimulation too but when you peer down at the charming face beneath you, you feel more energy coursing through your body until everyone in the express heard your coupling.

"b-baby, can we at least take a break then? i, i need to go to the washroom," dan heng pleaded, fondling your sensitive nipples.

"ugh! you-"

as revenge, you clamped down on his raging cock that spurted out some... liquids.

"wait, don't! i might-"

someone whistled behind you, making you accidentally squeeze dan heng and he, in turn, fire his releases. cum and piss.

"ngh! mh- ahh!" you cried out and orgasmed too, shocked by the torrential, hot explosion inside your walls.

"n-nooo! ah, mrgh, agh~" dan heng shot up and put his arms around you so he can have some of his bearings back by biting your neck, not knowing that it'll make your grip tighter and cause his dick to spurt out more cum.

"yooo~ was just passing by when i heard such lovely sounds. room for more?"

"c-caelus! shut the door!" you whipped your head to the guy (after dan heng removed his teeth and was licking his teeth marks) who was now climbing your bed.

"doncha worry, princess. it's already closed. wouldn't want to share this tasty piece before taking a bite first, hm?"

you felt more hands caressing your body, making you shiver and moan alongside dan heng who is still inside you.

"say, if i lift you right now. what will come out first? dan heng's cum or piss?" caelus gripped your waist, putting his palms over dan heng's.

you and dan heng just breathed heavily and waited for the newcomer's next actions.

"let's find out!" without any warning, caelus raised you from dan heng's cock which made him sensitive, thus coming once more. you weren't faring any better, having a mini release when you felt all kinds of liquid come out from your pussy.

"caelus! i was sensitive!" you hit him who is now hugging you and rubbing his clothed dick on your ass.

"aw babe, that hurt! both on my frail body and..." he suddenly leaned close to your ears and whispered, "my miserable dick♡"

you were no stranger to caelus' body, both from him and you saving each other through missions, and in bed where he'll cause you severe body aches the next day after.

("sorry princess, didn't mean to get so rough on you yesterday. you were just so, so cute with that lingerie!♡"

"oh, shut up. get me some breakfast and say to himeko and the others that i feel under the weather."

"since you were under my-"

"caelus i swear to every Aeon out there that i will push you out the express when pom-pom's not watching.")

"princess, do i need to push you down and fuck you on dan heng so you'll just think of us?"

without waiting for your reply, he went with his words and pushed you down on the vulnerable boy.

with the abrupt action, your hole and clit grazed dan heng's wet, and still hard, dick which made the both of you moan and grasp each other.

"the two of you are cute and all, so sensitive, but i'm gonna feel lonely~"

caelus gripped your waist with one hand, and the other pushed two fingers into your asshole.

"you didn't deny me a while ago when i asked you if there's room for more, right? so i'll be taking my fill!"

"ah! caelus, s-slow down! ah, ah!"

the man's fast movements move your body, making you essentially grind on dan heng's dick.

"mgh, mmh, ugh!" dan heng was back to biting his lip to not let caelus hear him. then as for you, you're far too gone so your voice accompanies the sticky, loud sounds coming from caelus' hand and your ass.

"dan heng, sweetie, it's not like i didn't fuck you before. why devoid me of the pleasure in hearing your whimpers?"

your head shot up and looked at the blushing man, "woah, that's true? wait, why did i still ask? my baby is so slutty so it is expected!"

you grinned cheekily when you unexpectedly felt dan heng grip your waist too.

"caelus."

"hm?~"

"drive her to madness with her asshole, then fuck her pussy after next to my dick."

you struggled when you heard dan heng's words but his hands pin you to their heated bodies.

"oh~ such a tempting invitation! of course~"

caelus' fingers suddenly went out your ass, but then you felt a much larger, heavy mass resting on your asscheeks.

"but, why just her pussy? i'm sure you can fit in her ass too, dan heng," caelus slides his dick up and down while smiling down at the presently smirking man.

"oh~" he copied caelus' exclamation, making you shudder when you heard his husky voice, "i think that's a great idea. if my baby says i'm slutty, then she's the same too, right?" he licked your nipple and bit down on it while positioning his dick on your currently, but not for long, close hole.

"it's gonna get crowded in this cute hole!~"

oh shit, no walking for a week then.

[giggly-squiggily]

The Calm Before The Storm (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Heyo! I wrote this while thinking of these dummies (affectionate) so now I'm gonna share it with y'all :D I just love Gojo and Geto's dynamic, and Riko makes me happy- so naturally we're gonna get some fluff with them! I hope you like it!

CW: JJK anime spoilers (Season 2, Ep. 3); swearing

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@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @chuuyahasdimples

Summary: In which Geto worries about Gojo, Riko becomes a GeJo shipper, and tickle wars commence.

“Hey.” A finger poked along Gojo’s ribs, making the teen shoot up with a grunt. “Take a break. You’re working too hard.”

“Oh yes- cause stretching out like a log is really straining me.” Gojo stuck his tongue out at Geto, rubbing at the spot his friend jabbed. “I’ll be sure to limit my time bathing in the sun going forward.”

“You know what I mean.” The finger moved upward, gently flicking him against his forehead- right between the eyes.

“So, are you two like- dating or something?” Riko asked from her spot on the nearest seat, leaning into her hands as she watched them. “Cause you act like a married couple.”

“We’re not-” Gojo began.

“He’s not my type.” Geto shrugged. Gojo gaped, glasses drooping in shock.

“The hell does that mean? I am SO your type!”

“Eh?”

“Well- you’re not my type either, so there.”

“Now hold up-”

“Definitely married.” Riko smiled against her hands, giggling when Gojo glared with a huff.

“He’s just being fussy. Don’t pay it any mind.” Geto poked Gojo once more, earning another huff and a bat to his hands. “Come on- stop glaring at the poor girl.”

“Would you get o-ohoff! Ugh, you’re so annoy-Eh!” Gojo yelped when Riko suddenly appeared, bouncing over to him with wiggling fingers. “Not you too, you bra-ahahaht! No dohoohohn’t!”

“Oh man- he’s ticklish!” She cried, delighted. Her cheers quickly turned to squeals of her own when he retaliated, digging into her ribs with rapid fingers. “Stahhahap it, you jeheheherk!”

“You fihihihihirst!”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Geto took a seat on Riko’s abandoned chair, stretching out his arms as the duo beside him battled it out. From the looks of it- Gojo was clearly winning, but Riko was nothing to sneeze at. He closed his eyes as he stretched, letting out a low hum of satisfaction.

He could fall asleep like this- and he probably would have had the room not suddenly grown quiet.

“I’ll go low, you go high.” Gojo whispered, the sound of footsteps approaching him came after. Riko was giggling softly, barely over a whisper as Gojo shushed her. How cute- they seemed to think they could get the jump on him.

They’d see how wrong they were very soon.

“Ready? One, Two, THREE~” Geto shot his eyes open, reaching up to find-

“HA!” Gojo cackled as he grabbed his wrists, pulling them up and over his head. “You fell for it! Riko, sit on him!”

“On it!” Within seconds he was pinned, the girl snug against his thighs while his best friend kept an iron grip on his wrists. “Now what?”

“Tickle him!”

“Okay!”

“Now wait just a moment-” Geto was about to argue his case when he snapped his lips shut, eyes widening as fingers skittered across his torso. Still dressed in his beach clothes, his bare chest was accessible, giving Riko plenty of surface area to work with. He forced himself to stiffen, hoping that would numb the ticklishness shooting up his nerve endings.

“Hm…are you sure he’s ticklish? He’s not even squirming.” Riko switched to pinching, then kneading- both methods that made his current predicament that much harder to deal with. “You were as wiggly as that sea cucumber!”

“Oh he’s ticklish alright- look at him; he’s barely holding it in!” Gojo’s voice was suddenly close to his ear- way too close. “Come on Suguru, you know you wanna laugh. Just let it out~ We won’t judge how you sound.”

Oh that tricky bastard! Geto cracked one eye open to glare, flexing one of his hands out to graze the skin on Gojo’s belly. The other boy jerked back with a huff, cheeks pink as he fumed. One point for Geto!

“Riko, go for the hips.” No! The consequences of his actions!

“Okay! Here I GO! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” She cried, dropping her hands to the specified spot before going to town. Geto almost threw her off with how hard he spasmed, his stoney expression cracking with each flick of her fingers. “It’s working! It’s working, he’s gonna laugh!”

“Keep going! Use your nails!” Gojo encouraged, readjusting his grip on Geto’s arms so he only needed one hand. With the other he dragged it down to his armpit, moving past his shirt so he could wiggle within. “Give in, Suguru. Laugh for us.”

That did it. Every defense in Geto’s book suddenly shattered as he sank in his seat, head thrown back and laughter flooding out. “Ah! Aheahhahhahahahhaha! Nohohohoohoho! Nohohoho doohohohohn’t you freahahhahaking dahhahahahhahre! Sahahhaatoruuhuhuhuhu!”

“Wow- he’s so loud!” Riko sounded amazed, sharing a grin with Gojo.

“Yeah! Let’s make him scream louder!” He mouthed a new word, and Riko nodded, wasting no time. Scooting down his legs, she latched onto his thighs.

“AHAHAHHA!” Geto all but shrieked, arching with a howl at the new feeling. His face was on fire, and tears were burning the back of his eyes as he thrashed and squirmed in his seat. He had to get out of this soon!

With a sudden burst of strength, he broke free of Gojo’s grip, grabbing him by the forearms and pulling the other down into the chair with him. Riko was just barely saved from Gojo’s flailing limbs when Geto jabbed her in the belly with his foot, making her scramble back with a giggle.

The chair was a warzone- fingers flying and limbs soaring. Gojo was switching between yells of triumph and mercy as Geto dug into his lower ribs, just barely avoiding the other’s vengeful fingers in return. Riko quickly joined the fray once more, trying to get Geto’s neck while swatting away Gojo’s retaliating fingers against her waist. The chair shook beneath them- still somewhat intact despite three teenagers going to town on it.

Before long, it was empty- three bodies spread before it as they gasped for air between wheezes and hiccups. Gojo’s glasses were missing alongside Riko’s bandana. Geto’s hair fell in long strands down his back, just as disheveled as the others. Someone’s foot was pressing into Geto’s hip, but he didn’t care.

“Sohoho…who wohohon?” He asked.

“Mehehe!” Gojo raised a tired peace sign, letting his arm flop over his eyes a second later. Riko twirled a finger in sleepy celebration. “Ugh, I’m so…tired.” He groaned through a yawn.

“Then sleep. We don’t have anywhere to go until morning.” Geto nudged him, barely fighting off his own yawn. “You do need rest, Satoru.”

“I’ll rest…when I’m..” Gojo didn’t finish his sentence, head drooping sideways as sleep took over.

“You really do care for him. Like you’re his husband.” Riko whispered against his calf, smiling up at him. “It’s sweet.”

“Still on that, are we?” Geto grinned with a fond eye roll, getting comfortable. “If that’s how you see it, then I guess it’s true.”

“Knew it.” She closed her eyes, face relaxing into a peaceful expression. “I’m gonna miss this…”

“Yeah. Me too.” Geto spoke to sleeping bodies, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy smile.

Thanks for reading!

[marengogo]

Silver Lining - What If #4 : Thoughts of you …

Toxic - by Yael Naim  [A cover song of Britney Spear’s Toxic]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Hello my beautiful people,

How have we all been? But most importantly: who is ready for SEVEN?

If, like me, you stop by the bird app every once in a while, you’ve probably read about the fact that Han So Hee is said to be the heroine of the MV and with this bit of news, all the speculations around it. SOME PEOPLE ARE GETTING BARE MAD. Me? Well, following the release of the promotional posters and the schedule, my mind started racing with possibilities; I am a film geek after all.

So I hope you have your tickets ready, as the time to jump on the train to Delululand has arrived, as I take a wild guess about what the song and the MV might be about. As the loco pilot of this train I would like to remind everyone, as always, to exercise caution and open-mindedness as we enter the fun and treacherous environment of Delululand, as everything that is said henceforth is nothing other than my thoughts and opinions. Okay? Let’s go! 🚂🚂🚂

As you might or might not know, I have a deep connection with our Golden Maknae (as mentioned in this post —> Jungkoo-gate ) so as I tried to channel myself into the elements that we know thus far, a couple of things came to mind. Let’s start with the word obsession, which definition is:

An idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

As we know, when JK finds something that he likes, he dives deep into it. It becomes all that he talks about, that he wants to do and know about.  Though some of his interests have changed through the years, as he gets older some are becoming fixed passions. Such as body art (tattoos & piercing), boxing, comfy and practical clothing, appreciation and expression of sensuality I’ll get to this in a sec, etc etc etc.

I’m not sure if this was the case before the beginning of their Chapter 2, but mental obsession in particular seems to have become a common theme in JK’s everyday life, and I feel like in SEVEN he might be exploring this side of his. We can notice this for example in Left and Right

Or his bringing up / reacting to JM related content, on multiple occasions

And also, fore= example, the repetition of the song up at night by Kehlani (feat. Justin Bieber), after which particular song he suddenly got inspired and went to work on music.

Up at night, like Left and Right, is a song about not being able to stop thinking about a person, Not a thing, a person. Be it during the day with a therapist, or at night while in bed. SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. Not one day a week, not two days a week, but seven, meaning EVERYDAY. Everyday what? Eating everyday? Singing everyday? Boxing everyday? Thinking of something everyday? Thinking of someone everyday? Knowing JK, if this were to be a person, he’ll most likely say it is ARMY 🤡LOL … Mmmm, moving on.

Sexual vs Sensual.

In the same way the word “Anger” has been highly desensitised as the rapline has cleverly explained in UGH!, I feel that the same faith has met the word “Sexy”. By definition, something sexy is something that makes you think about sex, period. Nowadays however, the word has almost “downgraded” to something a bit tamer, when you see your best friend dressed in a provocative way and say “Ooo, sexy!” you don’t mean that you’d like to have sex with them, nor that people will try to jump them, but most likely they will attract their sex of preference with goals that aren’t necessarily ending up in bed with them. 

The word “Sensual” hasn’t met the same treatment, however, in a weird way, it has been almost replaced by the word “sexual” in everyday vernacular.. By definition something sensual, is something that has to do with the appeasing of the senses, especially sexually. So what’s the difference, you might ask. I once, read this difference explanation and I think it makes very much sense:

Something sexual would equate to having sex, whereas something sensual would equate to making love. 

You see the difference right? One is just the action, the other is the action mixed with emotions, which makes it much more visceral and quite a deeper experience. 

Since Fake Love, we’ve seen JK evolving into a young man who is comfortable with body. When on stage, very much like JM, he has been using his body as part of his performance.

Which begs the questions; is it doing it to be sexual or sensual? 

Whenever he says that JM is sexy does he actually mean it in a sexual way or in a sensual way? When he shows us his abs or poses for a CK shoot, does he mean it in a sexual way or a sensual way? Mind you, as with many “similar but different” aspects in the Jikook dynamic, skin exposure also has its difference between the two. JM seems to have no-clothes as a default in his everyday life, whereas JK has a baggy-clothes policy in his everyday life. IN ADDITION, JM has almost become a bit of a prude reaction to anything that is skin revealing, or vulgar, off stage and in front of ARMY most likely thinking of younger ARMY, JK on the other hand doesn’t seem to mind a tiny little bit as he just want to be free to be himself most likely wondering why are younger ARMY watching.

Now, I’m going to get to the appreciation and expression of sensuality part of this post. A lot of talk has been also made in particular with regards to the rings that JK is wearing in one of the posters:

The most prominent speculation has associated the ring/s with BDSM related items and, obviously, we can’t know if this is the case or not, but what we can do is to point out the fact that JK has found himself inserted voluntarily and not into BDSM related conversations.

If you haven’t seen Love and Leashes I would suggest it, it is a very cute and tame way to introduce or just, explain, the BDSM world, without having to go hard core, it is a movie about BDSM afterall so there will be BDSM stuff but in a very tasteful manner. That being said, as the title and topic of the movie is quite explanatory, the only way you’d watch it is if you are interested in BDSM, or at the very least curious about it, as this is NOT an oscar worthy movie, and you can very much live without having watched it if you haven't noticed by now I am very big on both sex and sensuality. 

Am I saying that JK is about to star in an MV where he is BDSMing with a person he is obsessed with? 

NO. Obviously. This is how antis create stories to rattle people, taking information and reaching possibly triggering conclusions to many a person. But if you take these items singularly and in a mature way, sex, sensuality & BDSM, they are all very adult things that can be dealt with in an adequate and safe way for those who are propense to such things. In the simple manner in which JK answered to have watched Love and Lashes. In the same way, walking around with a T-shirt that has a bisexual flag on it, is different from walking around with a T-Shirt that has someone having sex with both gender sexes, A poster of someone with allegedly wearing bondage rings, isn’t the same way as a poster of someone showing how to use the rings, all supposing those rings are used as those type of rings. For all we know they mean something completely different to JK and only the MV, and lyrics, might shade a light to it as well as JK telling directly what it all means of course. 

And now, last but not least: Han So Hee. Imma keep my pansexual ass at bay and just leave the following edit for all of you to summarise the actress that is  Han So Hee real quick

Also, it is interesting to point out that her latest movie, Heavy Snow, is a Sapphic one (this has english subs —> Heavy Snow):

Now, I don’t know if this has anything to do with anything as I think she is famous in particular for being the heroine in the korean drama My Name, as well as the fact that Han So Hee has something to do with the Wooga Squad, or at least Choi Woo Shik as she was at the premiere of IU & Park Seo Joon’s movie Dream with Choi Woo shik, Tae and JK, but it is something that is worth pointing out, I think. 

So what do I think might be her role in JK’s MV?

In the above picture JK is being pictured in “real-life” and Han So Hee in a movie role. One of the interpretations of the female role in JM’s Like Crazy was that it was his reflection, which I’m also very comfortable in believing, so like, the female equivalent of JM. So what if Han So Hee played the female version of JK shiiiit, if I were JK I'd want Han So Hee to play me!!!?

HAN SO HEE movie  : boxing movie, queer movie, korean movie

HAN SO HEE real-life: has tattooes, has piercings, “has” Wooga” squad easy approach 

Looks like a very good actress to represent me, but also if that is the case, the fact that she is a woman, rather than a man is HELLA TELLING, WHICH IS WHY, we need to slow down real quick and think of the other side of the scenarios real quick. 

What if, instead of a young woman whom often has thoughts of thoughts of many things that are often thought as  provocative and/or taboo, so basically a Daring Summer Song, Haegum style, what if it is your everyday love story of a vanilla couple from the female POV as I do think JK is in the video, but not the main character and the seemingly sexy looking part of the promotion poster refers to a sexual part of their “vanilla” relationship in the song, or maybe is just for the posters and has NOTHING to do with the action video and/or song? Because, you know, couples can get freaky every once in a while and if not we need something innovative for a poster which actually has something to do with the personality of the singer?  … 😬😬😬

… ALL THAT BEING SAID, the time has now come to get out of Delululand and straight back to reality. At the end of the day the chances of me being completely wrong about my entire speculation are 85.31%. Yes. But, it did give me a fun ride into JK’s environment and possible scenarios so if all that I thus here speculated turned out to be FAR AWAY FROM WHAT THE SONG AND/OR MVIS ABOUT, then I’ll use it as a prompt for a future movie of mine 🤡.

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

[amspams]

Intoxicated

A/N: This one's a little longer.

TW: Swearing, substances, vomiting

It was currently two a.m. Tiffany had cried herself to sleep after a big fight with her husband. She thought things had finally gotten better between the two of them. But apparently she'd been stupid to think so.

She tossed and turned restlessly on the mattress. This was the third time she'd woken up that night. She was worried sick. After the couple's fight, Charles had grabbed his jacket and ran off. Tiffany wasn't sure when or if he was coming back at all. The thought of losing him once again terrified her.

She got up from their shared bed - or what had been shared, as his side was empty now - and walked over to the closet. She opened it and looked at her clothes. Then she looked at Chucky's.

...

Her fingers grazed the soft fabric. Surely he wouldn't mind? She thought, and threw on one of his white tees. It was a little tight on her, as Chucky was a slim guy, but it still fit her and she looked good.

Tiffany quietly made her way down the stairs, careful not to wake up the twins. Then she sat down on the couch in front of the family TV. She sighed. Where was he?

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2.37 a.m. She'd almost managed to fall asleep. However, loud banging brought her back to reality. Who the hell was knocking on her door at this hour?

Pissed off, Tiffany grabbed her pistol from the cabinet and stormed to the entrance. She shoved the door open and pointed the gun at the person. "Whoever you think you are, just know that-"

Tiffany was caught off guard. "Chucky!?"

"Heya, sweetcheeks," he said, slobbering over his words as he stumbled towards her. Tiffany caught him before he could fall. "Damn, my bad. Anyways, look at this cool shit I found."

Chucky waved a car's side view mirror in front of her face. "Ain't it a sweet find?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, where did you get that?" Tiffany asked, snatching the item from his hand and inspecting it. How he'd been able to break it off the respective vehicle was beyond her.

"Uh, dunno. It's a lil cracked though. Think I could sell it?"

Tiffany was baffled. "What- no! Are you drunk?"

"Nah," Chucky said. "I wanna tell ya something though."

"Oh god, what did you do now?"

Chucky scratched his head. "I ain't sayin' I did it or anything, but."

"But?"

"Pretty sure someone spewed on the sidewalk."

Tiffany stared at him blankly.

"What? It wasn't me!"

Chucky's face then paled.

"Oh hell no. C'mon, to the toilet, right now," she said, and dragged the man into the house.

Just before they would reach the bathroom, Chucky decided to stop and throw up anything he'd had left in his stomach from the day before onto Tiffany's favourite white rug.

She suppressed a shriek of utter horror and guided him into the bathroom instead.

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3.42 a.m. Chucky sat sprawled on the cold floor infront of the toilet. He watched as Tiffany frantically scrubbed the mat with a sponge, soap and water in the bathtub.

"Man I feel like shit."

Tiffany lashed out. "Oh yeah? How do you think I feel!?"

"Why are you yellin' at me. It's not like I did it on purpose," Chucky muttered.

Tiffany ignored him and continued scrubbing.

Chucky then got up, staggered over to her and looked over her shoulder. "Geez, I wouldn't wanna wash that shit for a hundred bucks."

Tiffany sighed.

"I don't think ya should waste anymore of your time on that."

"God, just shut up," Tiffany said. But deep down, she knew he was right. There was no saving that rug. She'd just have to buy a new one.

"Ugh, why can't you just be responsible for once!?" Tiffany screamed. "We have kids now goddamn it. You can't keep doing this shit. Do you want to end up like your father?"

Chucky scowled, and Tiffany could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

She let go of the rug and wrapped her arms around her husband. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. I shouldn't have used that against you," she said. "Listen, how about this. I'll go throw out the rug and then make you something to eat. You must be starving. Meanwhile, you can take a bath."

"Alright."

Tiffany rolled the rug and watched as Chucky stumbled into the tub. "Sweetface, you need to take off your clothes first."

"Huh, why?"

"Oh my god, just take off your fucking clothes."

"Geez, woman. No need to get all worked up."

Tiffany then left with the rug.

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Later and after all of that, Tiffany stayed up to make Chucky some swedish meatballs because the devious bastard refused to eat anything else. She's just that sweet.

[heimdallsbraids]

Blood of Mine | Ch. 2 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: Life is pretty simple. Survive the harsh conditions of Fimbulwinter in Midgard, trade with your dwarven friends in Svartalfheim and – avoid the shit out of Odin’s most loyal lapdog? If word reaches the All-Father about your blood-bending origins, you’re doomed… (Hints of Avatar: TLA, but not a crossover)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of death

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Chapter Two: The Offer

As much as you hated it, shivering underneath layers upon layers of clothing was becoming second nature to you as you slowly plodded your way across the frozen Lake of Nine with two freshly caught rabbits slung over your shoulder. It was a lot less than what you wanted – no, expected – from today’s hunt, but it’s not like you would’ve been able to hike a deer all the way back to camp without your sled.

Thanks to your father, he’d all but given it away to a couple of raiders during your last visit to Svartalfheim, ultimately leaving you with no form of transport around Midgard. No form of transport meant a hell of a lot more work for you to keep the trade afloat.

“Sure, Dad. Just donate the sled. I mean, why the Hel would we need that piece of crap anyway?” You mumbled under your breath. “Should’ve just stayed in Niðavellir and worked for Durlin full-time – perhaps toss a cup of mead in that stupid Aesir prick’s face the next time he visits.”

Several weeks had gone by since your unfortunate run-in with Heimdall in Svartalfheim, and you hadn’t been back since. Durlin had become mighty antsy that another event like that would happen and had all but forbade you to return so as to let it blow over. You attempted to voice your protest by visiting the realm the very next day, but you only made it a few steps out of the mystic gateway before you were shoved right back in and sent on your merry way. You understood why he was being this way, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

He was one of the only souls who knew your mother, Randi, personally before she died. She was a powerful Valkyrie who served under the former queen Freya many years ago before she was killed in the midst of battle - or so you'd been told. You were only young when it happened, but it left a gaping hole in your heart that could never quite be filled.

Frankly, to this day, you have no idea how your father managed to land someone like her, but here you are - and wielding a dangerous power thought to no longer exist, at that: blood-bending. An extremely rare power it was; the ability to control a person or being from within, to tear them down from the inside as if they were nothing but a clump of wet sand. As far as you knew, your mother didn’t harness those same powers but rather passed them down through a long line of descendants – and even that was difficult to get a grasp on.

Unfortunately, this paints a giant red target upon your back for power-hungry people like Odin. If he were to get his hands on you, especially during this fragile window before Ragnarök, you and many others were doomed.

Luckily, no one but a tight-knit group of family and friends – including Durlin and Lúnda – knew of your circumstance, having taken an oath the moment your mother discovered the power flowing within your veins. But that didn’t make it impossible to find out if one dug deep enough. Hence, why you are lying low in Midgard under the guise of being a simple, mortal tradeswoman. With a few dwarven friends, of course. Your Vanir roots were practically non-existent to those who didn’t know you, and that was just the way you liked it.

“Dad?” You called upon making it to the cave where your crew had set up camp. Waving to the few who noticed your arrival, you quickly headed to where your shared tent was. You called out once more, basking in the warm glow of the fire outside, “Hey, you in there?”

A groan of ‘mm in ‘ere,’ was your only confirmation before the retching sounds began.

You grimaced, “Ugh… when is this ever gonna stop?”

As expected, there was no response to your jab, only more retching. The soft part of you considered heading inside and comforting him with some water and a small serving of soup to regain his strength, but that thought was immediately snuffed out the second you laid today’s excuse for a hunt on the makeshift bench near the tent.

Gonna have to go hunting tomorrow, too, you grumbled inwardly.

You set to work skinning and preparing the rabbits for the camp cook. It should suffice for a couple of days’ worth of rations if everyone spaced it out, but they weren’t exactly on the large side, so you weren’t holding your breath. You were in the midst of fixing up a flask of fresh water when a familiar voice floated through the camp.

Shock coloured your features once you spotted the culprit, “Durlin?”

He looked relieved to see you as he marched past a handful of curious locals, ignoring their puzzled expressions. He never visited the camp. Hel, even Midgard was a rare outing for him these days, the dwarf all too happy to stay nice and cosy in his home realm.

“How’s Björn?” He asked, finally reaching your workstation.

“Throwing up.” Your lips formed a thin line. “Now, why are you really here?”

“Straight to the point, eh?” He muttered, looking around before voicing lowly, “Something’s come up. I need you to come back with me.”

You folded your arms across your chest, quirking a brow at him. “I thought I wasn’t permitted.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t… urgent.” He pressed, glancing around once again. Come to think of it, he did look more rattled than usual.

“It can’t wait?”

He shook his head.

“… Fine,” you conceded. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He anxiously waited as you readied yourself, choosing to poke his head inside the tent to greet your dad. Disgust was written over his face as you finished packing your things and left the meat with the cook. The trek to the mystic gate felt longer than usual, your short friend barely uttering a word as he ushered you in.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening, or are we playing some sort of guessing game?” You asked, blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of Svartalfheim.

“There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

“You’re being awfully cryptic, you know?”

His expression remained grim as he led you straight to the southern docks, bypassing his home and the safety office. A tall figure stood with their back to you, all on their lonesome as they observed the calm blue waves lapping at the jetty. A dark brown cape with green and gold accents flowed over their shoulders, granting them a mysterious air of superiority. Upon hearing your footsteps, they turned around. It was an older man you didn’t recognise. With an eyepatch.

You glanced down to Durlin. "The Hel?"

He only shook his head.

The confusion on your face must’ve been clear as day because he regarded you with a light chuckle.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked to meet you. The name’s Odin.” It suddenly felt like a stone was lodged inside your throat. He continued, “Your friend here tells me you’re struggling to make a living. Something about your father?”

“Yep.” You responded, narrowed eyes never once leaving Durlin’s, even as he looked anywhere else but at you.

Odin sidled forward, placing a gentle hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. “Now, now, no need for the hostility. Durlin was simply worried for your wellbeing.”

“Sure,” you offered, finally regarding the taller man with a forced smile. “But I’ve managed this long on my own. I’m sure I can hold out a little longer.”

He chuckled once again, “Determined. I like that.”

He placed his hands on his hips, a tiny grin stretched across his lips as he regarded the water once again. You couldn’t help but stare. For some reason, you’d had a grander image of the God painted in your head. Perhaps taller? Less old-looking even though he had centuries upon centuries on you.

“I wanted to offer you a place working with my merchants in Asgard, perhaps expanding the trade when the time is right. I’ve heard you’re pretty nifty in the kitchen, too. Lord knows Gladsheim could use a little shake-up with the food.”

Your mouth fell open. Just how much has Durlin blabbed about you? Here you were, weeks with no communication whatsoever between the two of you, and now all of a sudden Odin himself was inviting you back to Asgard with him? As a chef, no less?

No… this is bad news. I’ve got to stay away from him. You eyed the dwarf beside you once again. I’m gonna have a stern chat with this little shit as soon as-

Your chaotic train of thought was interrupted. “Having doubts? To sweeten the deal, I’m more than happy to discuss a working wage – with enough to send home for your father, of course.”

He had you there. Money was a constant problem over recent years, what with your father draining most of it away on his pick of poison. That, and his lack of assistance with the trade certainly didn’t help either.

You mulled it over carefully. He didn’t seem to know who you were other than the fact that you were a struggling Midgardian with Durlin as a friend. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to give it a try - if only to get you and your father out of the sticks?

“I’ll give it a shot.” You agreed, but before he could say anything else, you added, “On one condition.”

“You name it.”

“I, uh, I could do with some new clothes. Mine are kind of…” you trailed off, scratching at the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“Consider it done,” he smiled, reaching over to place an arm on your shoulders. “Shall we head off then?”

Durlin’s worried face was the last thing you saw before you were enveloped in a dark flurry of screeching ravens.

[the12thnightproject]

Happy WIP Wednesday!

Are there any idea blurbs or WIPs you'd like to share? >:3

Happy WIP Wednesday indeed! Thank you for asking... I'm always happy to share some longfic WIP. How about a little bit from a hurt/comfort chapter....

How much time had passed since that morning? It was impossible to tell. Sho had brought me some soup and insisted I take it, saying that I needed to eat. I likely would have refused anyway, but her statement was backed up by Mitsuhide’s implacable stare.

Bad decision. After I sat up to eat a few spoons of it, the liquid boiled in my stomach. "Oh hell. I'm going to-"

With a shriek she rushed for a bucket, and thrust it in front of me while Mitsuhide kept my hair out of the way and gently rubbed my back. The soup left me faster than it entered. Ugh, this was worse than any flu I’d ever had. At least with the flu, there was the knowledge that eventually, it would run its course.

When the wave finally subsided, I felt spent and exhausted. Mitsuhide held me against him while he helped me take a couple sips of cold tea, and then I lay back down, completely out of energy, and yet not able this time to go back to sleep. If I kept myself very very still, maybe everything would stop hurting.

"Thank you." I heard Sho's soft footsteps padding away, leaving me alone with Mitsuhide. "How long has it been?" Time had been blurred, I felt like I'd been both thrown into the past and at the same time futures that didn't exist.

"Since you picked a fight with a runaway cart? Three days. Some of your bruises all already fading." His fingers lightly skimmed across my cheek. "I imagine your head will feel better soon as well."

I hoped so. Concussion… that’s probably what I had, but of course there was no word for that here.

"Do you think a strong scent will make you feel sick?" Mitsuhide's voice came from further away and I heard a bit of a clanking. It sounded like a ceramic jar, maybe, but I wasn’t willing to test opening my eyes again.

"Maybe." There had been a bit of a fishy smell to the soup. But the scent of the herbal tea hadn’t been triggering.

I heard a rustle, then the side of the bed dipped. Very briefly, the scent of something minty wafted past. "What about this scent?"

"So far it seems tolerable," The scent came closer, stronger.

"And now?" I felt his breath across my ear.

"Still fine. As long as I don't move or open my eyes. Why?" The question was automatic, although I had a suspicion of what he had in mind.

"This oil may help with the pain, but if I put it on you, I don't want it to make you ill again." The scent was closer still, right under my nose, fresh and sharp, and at that moment I also realized he no longer had that scent of incense clinging to him. He must have bathed and laundered his clothing. "May I?"

"Yes." If it would stop the men with pickaxes from chipping away from my skull, it would be lovely.

Very gently, almost invisibly, one finger traced small circles at my temple, drawing a line from there to a spot behind my ear. The mint oil left a trail of coolness, soothing the angry nerve endings. The pain didn’t go away, but it subsided enough to help me relax. "That's nice."

He lightly applied more oil to the side of my neck, the top of my shoulders, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Interesting. That response makes me curious to see what would happen if we employed this oil in other situations." That teasing note was finally back in his voice. He wouldn’t tease me if he thought I was still in any serious danger, which was a relief. I mean it wasn't like I thought I was going to die either. If this head injury was going to kill me it would have done so already, right?

It was only belatedly that I realized what exactly he was teasing me about, "Great. Let me know how it turns out." Not my usual, but hey give me credit for any snark at all when I have a concussion.

"You would know long before that," At least that’s possibly what he said. I was already halfway into sleep again.

[ifeelsoemptysometimes]

Now that I've had some,,, so called experience,,, jjjh nothing crazy, if anything it was just kissing, touching, clothed grinding,,, nothing more than that. Nothing overly sexual, I can't help but want more.

It's so funny because I was apprehensive and again it at first but now, I just feel sort of,,, lonely.

I saw this guy only for a couple dates, 4. The first 3 were quite nice, really loved them. The last one was kinda terrible. The vibs were just not right I guess. It was probably my fault tbh. But whatever. After that things fell through and he said that the connection was strong and wasn't feeling it anymore. Honestly I was a bit hurt, I thought things were going really well. Before meeting up, he said that he was "really excited to see me" and I was too. I wanted to push my boundaries a little with him. But well, yea. I got over it after a day, it's not like we knew each other and we weren't a thing. I told him that it was fine, I understood where he was completely from, thanked him for the experience and bam, over and done.

I'm definitely a bit embarrassed, looking back at it. Kissing, saying things to each other, the touching, the grinding, the wetness in my pants, my moaning, my thoughts, the heat, the fucking sexual tention in the air, ughh,, he saw my tits and licked my nipples,,, I never thought I'd do that with anyone and doing something so,, seemingly personal with someone I just met, it makes me feel embarrassed. I don't regret it, definitely not. It was fun! Different, new. I was anxious at first but never did i hate any of it.

And it's exactly what I wanted, but at the same time it's not?? I wanted this. Something casual, simple, no commitment. I don't want a relationship, for what we do to not be serious, I just wanna chill and have a good time. But at the same time, that's exciting what I want, to be in a relationship, to have that person to myself only, share part of myself that they can appreciate and love. For them to care about me and actually want to see me. I want what we do to mean something. I'm conflicted. I don't know what i want. I dont want to another bitch he was seeing and was turned off by the tiniest thing and just brake things off bc he didn't like it.

Anyways I don't necessarily miss him, i mena he was fun, but what I miss the interactions. Our 3rd date was so sweet and romantic,,, I want more. And not having it makes me wish he could have given me another chance bc now,,, I just miss it. Ugh. Now I just feel lonely and touch starved.

I wish I could have some things differently that day.

[erin-bo-berin]

Steve and singleteenmom!reader getting married pleasse!!

Should I do another, separate one for when he proposes? Because I have the cutest idea for that. But since you asked for getting married, that’s what this will be!

(This is a cute gif he’s just has a cute face ok bye)

“Today’s the day kiddo!” Steve lifted his daughter—his official adopted Harrington daughter—into his arms.

“You ready for your mommy and daddy to get married?”

“Yesh!”

She was growing up so fast. At three years old now, she still had the cute toddler talk, but was losing her baby looks every day. It made Steve sad in a way, he wished he could keep her as a baby forever. Kids really didn’t keep, that’s for sure.

“Shouldn’t she be with Y/N and the bridesmaids?” Dustin asked.

“Yes, but you know her. This kid doesn’t do anything by the book. She wanted me to help get her ready,” Steve said.

She looked absolutely adorable in her flower girl dress. Her hair was still a bird’s nest from last night’s sleep, though. Robin was going to come down to get her later, so she could have her hair done before the ceremony.

You and Steve had been living together for over a year now, dating for two, but he’d insisted on being traditional and not seeing you until the wedding ceremony.

“What mawwied mean?” she asked Steve.

“Well, it’s when two people who love one another have this ceremony. Sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small, it depends on what they want. Anyways, it to celebrate them as a couple and they make these promises called vows. Basically saying they’ll love another for the rest of their lives, be with each other in sickness and in health, things like that. Then they kiss and they’re married.”

“If I kish my teddy does dat mean we mawwied?”

Steve, along with the other boys in the room, laughed. Oh, the childhood innocence.

“Not exactly, sweetheart.”

“Careful, Harrington,” Eddie said from across the room, where he sat, his only groomsman to be in a leather jacket, “Next you’ll be explaining the birds and the bees to her.”

“Ugh, I had to do that for Henderson when he was younger.”

“Yeah and I’m still scarred!” he yelled from the kitchen.

“We were all scarred by that, Steve,” Mike said.

“You told them?!” Steve asked, exasperated as Dustin came in, fixing his bow tie.

“It was too funny not to share,” Dustin shrugged.

“You nervous?” Lucas asked, looking at his older friend.

Steve shook his head with a smile.

“Nope. I can’t wait to make her my bride.”

•

The bridal room was a disaster.

Well, bridal room was a bit of an exaggeration. You were in the Wheeler’s master bedroom.

While the groom and his groomsmen were down in the basement, you and your bridesmaids were occupying every inch of the room, plus running up and down between the main levels and upstairs.

Clothes, makeup, hair tools and hair products littered the bed, the floor, the vanity, pretty much any surface available.

“Please tell your parents I’m sorry for the mess,” you told Nancy sheepishly.

If it was strange for your soon to be husband’s ex girlfriend to be one of your bridesmaids, you didn’t care. You’d grown close to the party of friends he came with when you began dating him and Nancy happened to be a part of that.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” El said, sounding worried.

The girls looked amazing in their corresponding dresses. You’d picked the color, but you’d allowed each bridesmaid to pick the style of dress they wore and they were rocking them, each style picked looking just like something they’d wear.

“Are you nervous?” Max asked.

“A little. Not about marrying Steve. I mean, I know I want to do that. It’s just everything is catching up to me. It’s a big day. I want everything to be perfect.”

“It will be,” Robin assured you.

“Yeah. Besides you’re surrounded by family and friends. It’s already perfect, right?” El said.

“You’re absolutely right,” you smiled, hugging the teen.

“I better go get the velociraptor from downstairs,” Robin said, heading for the door.

“Did you just allude that my daughter is a dinosaur?” you asked, laughing.

“Yes, but only because she’s wild. She’s still cute though!” she called as left the room.

You took a deep breath, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair and makeup was done, you were in your dress, your veil accenting it just perfectly without overdoing it.

You were ready to marry Steve.

•

The Wheeler’s backyard was big and spacious. It had been decorated beautifully for the wedding. Chairs lined on both sides, creating the aisle for you to walk down, where Steve would be waiting.

The wedding party walking down the aisle went way too slow and yet way too quickly at the same time.

First down the aisle was little girl Harrington, accompanied by Dustin, which surprisingly was Dustin’s idea. She held firmly into uncle Dustin’s hand and tossed flowers out of the basket that he held in his other hand for her. The crowd loved it, smiling and waving at her when she stopped to wave at all the loved ones she saw. They all laughed whole heartedly when they made it down the aisle and she greeted Steve quite loudly and excitedly from her place on the bride’s side of the altar.

“Hi daddy!” she waved, like she hadn’t just seen him an hour ago.

“Hi baby,” he laughed, waving to her, then putting his finger to his lips, letting her know she needed to be quiet right now.

Next was Nancy and Will, followed by Max, escorted by Lucas.

It was already halfway through the wedding party and you were trembling. Nerves, anticipation, joy, everything was tumbling into one.

“You okay?”

You looked over at Hopper, who’d you’d asked to walk you down the aisle. When you had, he’d hugged you so tightly and said he’d be honored to.

“Yeah, just want to get this part done,” you laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, giving you a fatherly kiss on the head, “I’ve never seen a couple more in love. You’ll do great up there.”

Robin, accompanied by Eddie was only one couple between you and walking down the aisle and your nerves turned to pure excitement. You couldn’t wait to see Steve at the end of the aisle and for Steve to finally see you in your dress. He’d refused to see it until the moment he saw you coming down the aisle.

Your soon to be husband was quite the romantic, that way.

Lastly, El, escorted by Mike had their turn. That left you and Hopper.

“We ready to get you married?” Hopper whispered with a smile as your wedding march arrangement began playing.

You nodded.

“Ready as ever.”

The entire crowd melted away when you caught the first glimpse of Steve, waiting patiently at the altar. He looked so handsome in his dark suit, hair neatly combed back and every strand in place, not that you were surprised. He must’ve gasped because his entire face was lit up with surprise and awe as he stared at you.

You smiled at him, even though you were still halfway down the aisle.

“You look beautiful,” he mouthed to you and you grinned wider, nodding your head towards him as to say he looked great too.

When you and Hopper reached the end of your bridal walk, your little girl ran over to him, ready to do her next part in the ceremony. He lifted her in his arms.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” the officiater asked.

“I do!” she shouted, causing laughter and aww’s to chorus from the crowd.

“Good job,” you whispered to her as Hopper took her and sat her between him and Joyce—you knew your active three year old wouldn’t be able to stand still long enough, even for the short ceremony, so you’d opted for her to sit with them.

You stood in front of Steve as he took his hands in yours. You’re sure the pure love radiated from him was evident on your face too.

You didn’t remember much of the ceremony as you were absolutely captivated by him, but according to everyone else, it went off without a hitch.

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࿔*:･ﾟCo-Stars | H.S

↝ pairing: Actress!reader x Harry Styles

↝ faceclaim: Daisy Edgar Jones

↝ summary: You and Harry are co-stars—that’s it.

↝ warnings: spelling errors? Some mistakes, cursing.

↝ a/n: There’s a high chance that this will be a series made up of social media aus, blurbs, etc :) probably a little boring since it’s the first post but you guys can decide, my asks are always open if you want more of this :)

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enews Tastes like strawberries🍓! Harry Styles and Y/n L/n were spotted sharing a smooch on the set of “Sunshine” in London. Link in bio for a sneak peak of their new film together✨

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harryfan1 how do you manifest being Y/n???

harryfan2 she’s so lucky ugh😩😩

ynfan1 I too would be gripping onto Y/n like that if I were in her presence

critic1 How do you have a talented actress like Y/n work on the same film as a wannabe actor like Harry???

harryfan3 if he was a “wannabe” actor, he wouldn’t have been in a Christopher Nolan movie🙄

ynfan2 don’t know who I wanna be, Y/n or Harry 😭😭

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harryflorals HARRY ON THE SET OF SUNSHINE TODAY

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harryfan4 HE’S SO??????😭😭😭

harrysgrapejuice THE PANTS THE HAIR AHHHHHHHHHHH

harryfan5 IM SCREAMING AT WORK

harryfan6 I WASNT EXPECTING THIS TODAY LORD HAVE MERCY

harryfan7 bless whoever did his hair today😮‍💨

harryfan8 on my knees rn🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

harrysh0use what a colorful pretty boy🥺

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ynscamera Iubi on set today!💕

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ynfan3 someone tell her to stop running, she’s clumsy😭

ynfan4 tag yourself, I’m the bag of crisps

ynfan5 Genuinely excited about the movie, but I have no clue what it’s about💀

ynscamera Everyone’s very hush hush about it, I’ve literally tried figuring out the plot through the clothes but I’m still confused🙃

harryfan9 what does iubi mean?

ynscamera it means sweetheart, baby, or darling in Romanian:) Sebastian Stan gave her the nickname after they worked on Fresh together!

harryfan9 @ynscamera oh, that’s actually so cute🥺

ynfan6 They’ve been filming for like months I need the trailer😩😩

ynfan7 her side profile is just perfect I’m jealous

ynfan8 The fact that Harry gets to work and talk with her everyday

ynfan9 I wanna be Harry Styles

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N BEING COMFY ON SET

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ynfan10 a couple of babies❤️

harryfan10 cuties literal cuties

ynscamera I wanna know what they talk about

harryfan11 I bet they talk about their favorite types of wine😌

ynfan11 @ynscamera do you think she’s shown him pictures of her dog yet??

ynscamera @/harryfan11 I’d be surprised if she hasn’t done it yet

ynfan12 I CANT WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE AHHHHHH

harryfan12 Can she pls release pictures from set, I know she has them on her camera👀

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ynscamera Y/n and Harry out for dinner in London!! 🍽 #sunshine

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harryflorals LOOK AT MY FAVES

harryflorals I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

harryfan11 I TOLD YALL THEY DRINK WINE TOGETHER😤😤😤

ynfan13 I know we said we weren’t gonna ship them—but guys😩😩

ynfan14 PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THEM TAKING PICTURES OUTSIDE?????

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N TAKING PICTURES AFTER DINNER

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ynfan15 YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM

ynscamera not them being in a silly goofy mood together😩

ynscamera @/yourinstagram miss ma’am I can’t be shipping you with another white male PLEASE

harryfan13 UM HELLO?? FLORENCE PUGH LIKED THE POST

harryfan14 HIS HAND ON HER BACK SO SHE DOESNT FALL BYEEE😩😩

harryfan15 sleeping on the highway tonight🤪

ynfan16 I love how the major Harry and y/n fan accounts are just merging and becoming one

ynfan17 FLORENCE LIKED

harryfan16 FLORENCE FREAKING LIKED

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ynscamera Y/n and Harry spotted on set today✨ (submitted by @/ilovemitchrowland)

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ilovemitchrowland Guys I saw them with my own eyeballs

harryfan17 YOURE SO LUCKY

harryfan18 I’m so jealous😭

ilovemitchrowland they were literally so adorable, you can hear the two of them laughing from across the street🥺

ynfan18 hear me out maybe it’s not a bad idea to ship them👀

harryfan19 God, I’ve seen what you do for others—

ilovemitchrowland and Harry’s so sweet, Y/n was practically jogging to catch up with him so he slowed down so they can walk together🥲

ynfan19 bless them🥺🥺🥺

harryfan20 I’m crying that’s so fucking sweet

ynfan20 I forgot how tall Harry is and seeing him next to Y/n’s short ass reminded me of how much he resembles the height of a bloody tree