#IT MAKES ME GIGGLE AUDIBLY IM NOT KIDDING

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

THIS

THIS SONG

RIGHT HERE

THIS IS THE SONG THAT I IMAGINE PLAYING IM THE BACKGROUND WHEN DAVID FIRST SAW CHRYSTA FROM AFAR

[stuck1nthelimbo]

im so normal about them — 📌 post | masterlist | ko-fi

6 》Masturbation - Squirting - Dacryphilia ― Truth or Fuck [Fushiguro Toji x f!reader]

Everyone knows about the 'Truth or Dare' game, right? How about the adult version?

TAGS!!! 2.1k, age gap, toji fucks son's friend (20s), masturbation, squirting, rough-ish, creampie, no beta

With the perfect freezing weather and knee-deep snow, a small group of friends has gathered at Fushiguro’s cottage. We were greeted by the host’s father, Fushiguro Toji. I became smitten with him when I met him months ago and after gathering the courage to admit it to my friends…

“I dare you…” Yuji pretends to come up with a dare, yet I’m aware of what he’s about to say. I roll my eyes and blow lip bubbles. Nobara hides behind him, giggling at my upcoming disgrace, “I dare you to go and kiss Mr. Fushiguro, on the lips,” the audible gasp slips Megumi and he nudges his friend, who’s impatiently squirming. My friend points at the vodka shot, which can negate the dare, however, I’m conflicted: between being unaware of what the diabolical trio has in plan and the fact that I don’t want to miss the opportunity.

“I’ll get back to you,” I flick Yuji’s forehead as I walk by him, trudging to the kitchen. Peeking in, my eyes discover broad shoulders and a muscular back with a skintight black t-shirt. For a moment, I envy his ex-wife, who enjoyed all these and bore his child. Well, let’s focus more on the conception of said child and less on rest. “Um, Mr. Fushiguro?” He turns head while fiddling with something in the fridge, then twists on his feet, squinting at me.

“You kids involvin’ me now?” he blatantly mocks the group, puffing air through the nose.

“They dared me to kiss you,” shuffling on the spot, I mutter, and he scoffs. His head drops to the side, crossing arms over the puffed-out chest. That shirt is holding on its dear life.

“What are you, twelve? You’re older than those punks,” Toji’s peeved, yet leans forward and sticks his cheek out. I shake my head and point at my lips with an index finger. The scoff’s louder now, gives me a peck on the lips, and dismisses me with a hand gesture.

Not enough. So I’ll make sure I end up with another opportunity. The second time doesn’t quench my thirst either. Maybe the third time’s a charm? Now with the gust in my stroll, I prance in the kitchen and heartily grin at the eldest. The sudden aggression alarms me: large palm grabs my face and his lips crash onto mine, tongue slithering into my mouth. This grown-up kiss leaves me breathless.

“The fourth time you’ll wobble out of here,” he’s so fine when his eyes gleam with malice and a sly smirk contorts his face.

I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Now I’m tiptoeing down the stairs for water while fixing an oversized shirt. Caught a glimpse of the clock on my way, it’s around two in the morning. Everybody’s asleep, it’s dead silent until I step foot on the first floor and hear the faint sound of the TV. I waltz into the kitchen, grab a water bottle, and plop on an empty sofa, sipping.

“Hey,” the low disembodied voice startles me, I jump, almost spilling the liquid. Something huge slouches beside me. Now shirtless Fushiguro Toji glances at me. A sculpted chest and abdomen and the gray sweatpants leave so little to the imagination, “Someone dared you to kiss me at midnight? You’re a tad late.”

“Come on, Mr. Fushiguro, give me a break. They dared me, I didn’t have a choice,” I lie through my teeth, averting gaze from him to the TV. He looks back at the screen, his hand tampering with the remote.

“First,” the index finger raises, the rest hold the remote, “You didn’t drink, shots were untouched. And second,” the middle finger flicks up, “stop calling me Mr. Fushiguro, Toji’s fine,” he mutters. The silence lingers between us, the low volume of the movie relieves the awkwardness.

“Hey, wanna play ‘Truth or Dare’?” I break the silence and he glances at me with an embarrassed smile.

“And you’re gonna ask me who’s my crush? Pass, kiddo,” he brushes off the idea without considering.

“Come on,” I straighten between the cushions, my digits tap on his veiny forearm, “truth or dare?” his eyes bounce to my dimly shadowed face, and a sigh of defeat escapes him.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever…” I wander off, sweeping the room with my eyes before they land back on him, “had sex outside the bedroom?” Toji shoots me a dumbfounded look, his eyes wide, eyebrows raised. The shock shifts to a flirtatious smirk.

“Oh, you meant with a twist,” his lips pucker, eyes tag along the flickering TV, “alright,” he clears throat, “almost always. I don’t remember the last time I had sex in bed,” chewing on the inside of my cheek, I anticipate the question, “truth or dare?”

“Truth,” half-lidded, verdant eyes stare at me.

“Have you ever hooked up with a man twice your age?” He knows the answer, the stuck-up grin plastered on his scarred lips. I audibly swallow and shake my head. He faintly nods, proud of himself.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you prefer slow and romantic sex or rough fucking?” He chortles, air eagerly puffs out of his nose, and his eyes glance at the TV. In a moment, his head turns back to me and drops a bit, staring from under the lashes.

“I prefer to hold down brats and turn them into incoherent, blabbering messes. I like leaving a mark,” his husky voice reverberates in my ears, and my tailbone tingles. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I maintain the eye contact, holding my breath in. He’s pleasantly surprised. His tongue glides across the teeth.

“You should kiss the player in front of you,” he’s so casual, and his eyes trail down to my lips. I lean forward, supporting my weight on open palms pressing down the cushions. Poising face near his, he mumbles, “for thirty seconds,” I barely register the statement before his large hand clasps the back of my head and pulls me in a sloppy kiss. His teeth nibble, fleshy tongues lap, fingers on my nape claw along the hair, steamy breath spills over me and half a minute runs out with the spiderweb-thin threads of saliva spreading between us. Glazed eyes gawk at me, stirred breathing heats my throat, and he skulks toward me, tossing the remote on the floor.

“Truth or dare?” I somehow utter the sentence and hear him click his tongue and mouth the word ‘Dare’ without halting the predatory movement. “Just touc–,” Toji’s low chuckle prickles my skin with goosebumps and I’m unable to finish. His teeth ready to feast on my delicate neck freeze midway, his hand crams between the flimsy underwear and soft pussy, index and middle fingers plunging in my sopping cunt without an ounce of resistance. I mewl at the intrusive sensation and glance at the older male. He’s dead absorbed in the sounds and the texture my gummy walls exude with each knuckle-deep thrust, occasionally the thumb flits across the clit, and I twinge with each brush.

The other hand lurks under the shirt, feeling around before grabbing onto my breast, kneading it with his fingers, possessing the softness of the flesh. Buried digits quicken the pace, the forceful thumb rubs against the bud, drawing few quiet whimpers out of me. The prominent squelchs of my wetness echo. Something pleasant swirls in the depth of my stomach, coils several times and pours downward, between the thighs. His long fingers meticulously slip the soaked underwear to the side, before pulling out and relentlessly sinking back in.

"Wait, Toji," I protest, yet he positions himself between my legs, spreading them further apart; I feel something coming, the unfamiliar sensation and without the proper amount of time, the ecstatic pleasure swallows me, my legs tremble and I gush all over him. Literally. Under the heavy eyelids, I notice how half his body glints, as if splashed with water, "oh, my God," the audible whisper under the heavy breathing snaps his attention. He straightens and I see droplets of transparent liquid on his torso, guiding down the chiseled figure.

"First time squirting?" the cynical tone annoys me, but I'm still under the influence of soft, gentle waves of post-orgasmic bliss and prop myself up, "Clean up," now the tone has changed into demanding, irritating me further. Reaching hand for the paper towels next to the sofa, his palm seizes my wrist, "no, not that," the sharpness makes me tingle again; I push my tongue out, and after his validating smile, I press it flat on his damp chest. The skin feels smooth under my muscle as it glides around the muscular chest, under the collarbone and finishes close the crevice of the neck. I can feel the vibration of his throaty laugh and I pull back, searching for his eyes, before being pinned down on the sofa by a strong hand around my throat.

With one hand, fingers tightly envelope under my jaw, the other yanks his sweatpants down, and even in the dimmed TV light, I make out the silhouette of his fat veiny cock, bouncing out of the boxers. His fingers pull my underwear aside, straining the fabric and harshly grazing his manhood against my drenched pussy. I whine and buck my hips, but he pulls back in time. Brushing the tip of his cock against the swollen clit, he pity smiles the following childish pouts from me. The index and middle fingers press down on his cock, firmly nudging the head of his cock on my sopping cunt until I fling legs around in frustration.

"Truth or dare?" Both of his hands wrap around my thighs, hooking his girth at the entrance of my cunt, teasing. I ignore the question, but the nails digging into my skin bring me back to his expression.

"Uhhh," I reluctantly mutter, "truth," he leans forward, leveling his face with mine, and one of my hands tug on the strands of hair on his nape, closing the distance between us, Toji’s shaky breath seeps under my nostrils. The stillness agitates me, until he bucks his hips, bottoming out inside. My mouth gapes, but before any sound escapes, his palm blankets over my trembling lips, and the pillow under my neck dampens his grunts.

“Everything you wanted?” the ‘truth or dare’ question flies over my head, my brain short-circuited and drunk on the smell of sweat beading on the male’s temples. He hasn’t moved since he bottomed out, forcefully stretching my cunt around his thickness. Each spasm around him runs a shiver up my spine. The pain is buried deep between the ecstasy that radiates from the depths of my stomach. The nails I've dug in his hair nearly break the skin. The other hand weakly pushes against his flat stomach, to which his response is pushing himself inside to the hilt, grinding his groin against my sensitive clit. I swiftly shut my eyes and he, in a painstakingly slow manner, thrusts. Moving back and forth, reminding me with each thrust how enormous he is. He quickly picks up the pace, chipping away at my sanity with each hit. The room's filled with the quiet buzzing of TV and short, sharp grunts his throat echoes, alongside the wet sounds that emit between us.

With each passing second, another round of pleasurable waves swirl in the depth of my stomach. The hand over my mouth tightens as his hips stutter with each forceful thrust. The stuttering turns into hips bucking erratically, teeth grinding, sinking into my flesh, and throaty grunts, soon replaced by barely audible moans, as I feel something fill each nook and cranny of my gummy walls up. The grip on my face loosens while my hips shake following a stomach-churning, body-rippling orgasm.

His weight pulls away, and straightens in his seat: strands of damp hair glue to his forehead and cheeks, mouth hanging, Toji regains his steady breathing. I struggle to close my legs, the strained muscles ache with the smallest movement. The hot, viscous fluid leaks onto the sofa cushions from the apex of my thighs and the elder man groans in frustration, yet does nothing. With difficulties, rises off the sofa, trudging to the kitchen. I reach for the water bottle, almost spilling the contents of it all over my sore, tired body. My pussy stings and I know, this will be hell in the morning. But oh, well. He won this round of ‘Truth or Fu– Dare’.

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[bearieio]

ellie w. hcs :3

bc im seeing them everywhere and i need to put in my 2¢. thank you. (also not proofread :P)

⋆ biggest hayley kiyoko fan for like 3 years (the intro to ‘girls like girls’ was her ringtone when she was 14). would beg joel to take her to random record stores that they passed by just to see if they had any hayley kiyoko cds.

⋆ because of joel, she listens to a lot of 70s-90s dad rock. 

⋆ can’t drive for shit. like literally she’s not allowed to drive without her glasses

⋆ she needs glasses btw. she doesn’t wear them because she’s already too much of a loser. but when she does where them, you tease her endlessly about them. 

⋆ can and will sleep on the floor whenever prompted. no blankets, no pillows needed. just her and the floor.

⋆ isn’t allowed to drink any sort of energy drinks on account of a previous incident that had to do with about 3 cans of redbull and 2 large cans of the ‘Java Monster.’

⋆ isn’t allowed to own small pets (like gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters, etc.) because she’d definitely forget about them. 

⋆ owns big dogs. great danes, newfoundlands, irish wolfhounds, mastiffs, st bernards, YOU NAME IT, SHE HAS IT (or has had it)

⋆ when she’s older, i feel like she’d be like one of those white people who has 192793999 dogs for no reason 

⋆ since her mannerisms are so much like joels, you guys argue playfully all the time about how things should be done, often bringing others into it too. 

“jesse, tell her!” he flips her phone screen around to reveal a very tired jesse, “it’s 1AM, ellie-“ 

“TELL HER!” 

⋆ i feel like at random times, she’ll just grab your boob(s). i don’t know why and you’ve never said anything about it, so she hasn’t stopped…… very handsy….

⋆ audibly goes “honk honk!” almost every time she gives ‘em a squeeze.

⋆ she’s a really sloppy kisser. not like boy-sloppy, but like the hot, messy, girl sloppy bc that sounds better and honestly i think her kisses would be the best.

⋆ she was one of those kids who’d eat dirt and find bugs all the time

because of this, she’s the designated bug killer/bug-getter-outter…. idk

⋆ she’s the worst drunk you know.

like literally sssoooooooooo messy oh my god. but you love her nonetheless :)

she’s soo clingy, and, touchy (like more than usual), but also much more emotional and sensitive than usual when she’s drunk or when she’s sick.

⋆ ellie tends to be quite difficult when she’s sick. BUT! you make it work bc you love her and she loves you :>

when you bring ellie her favorite drink from her favorite coffee shop, you literally have to fight her to be able to get out the front door. when you get up to serve her lunch, you’ve got to peel her off of you because she refuses to let you leave her side. when you go and get the medicine she says she doesn’t need…. you guessed it, she fights for you to stay in bed next to her.

“babe, what if i die right here, when you leave- like- BABE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-“ she bewails, crossing her arms and huffing at the sight of you leaving her.

⋆ when you catch her playing her guitar, she sometimes gets all shy and plays the wrong chords n stuff. 

“don’t LOOK! >:(” she says, gripping the body of her guitar, glaring in your direction.

“oh!- okay” you say, throwing your hands up in a playful manner, giggling. 

⋆ but the times where she’s not shy about playing in front of you, she’ll ask you if you want to play.

“do you uh- maybe wanna play? i could teach you” she suggests, gesturing toward the stringed instrument.

but then after, she’d tease you about your finger placement :(

“i said the fourth fret, girl, not the second, or, the third!” she says, in between laughs.

“well fourth from the top or the bottom?!” you scoffed, looking at her, still puzzled.

she knows your trying your best but it’s still fun to poke at you when she can >:)

constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

[tomshelbystitsfics]

Untitled Fic.

Eventual!Carmen x Reader

(this is just the beginning for the fic. its storyline/plot building. also the reader is midsize. not skinny but not plus. in the middle)

(im posting this its the beginning to a fic im writing & i just wanted to post this lil excerpt. hoping to get some feedback & see what people think! please, let it rip:)

Home. Home? What did that word mean to you? It was a noisy, dirty, yet charming city. An old house, at least sixty years old. Paint now peeling, gutters full of old leaves and shit. Home, a minute's walk across the road. Inside a warm dish of delicious food awaits. Michael hands you that first plate. There it was, the moment of truth. Determining if you were friend or foe. Not really though, just testing to see if you were a narc. (Later you would argue with Mikey that his logic made no sense whatsoever.)

You found a home in the dysfunctional, crazy ass Berzatto family. They quickly accepted you as one of their own. Having been Carmy’s best (and only) friend. Always so polite and sweet. Until Mikey or Richie pissed you off. They were always picking on you and Carmy. And sometimes they pushed hard enough to set you off. That is exactly why you’re all in this situation now.

“Fucking A. You ain’t gotta hit me that hard asshole! Seriously, it was just a fucking joke man! Lighten the FUCK UP!” Richie yelled. You sat across the island from him. Mikey was digging through the freezer. He was trying to find something to ice Richie’s face. You had given the bastard a black eye and a bloody fucking nose. Mikey was more than impressed. So was Richie, but he wouldn’t be telling you that any fucking time soon.

“I’m sorry Rick,” he scowled as you called him that. “I tried to warn ya that you went too far, but no, you just had to go there.” He just stared at you, deadpan. You sucked in a breath, cheeks puffed out. Head in your hands you let out the breath. Standing up and making your way in front of the man. A hand extended out, an olive branch.

Scoffing he smacked the hand away. Your chest tightened, Richie was basically your older brother. His rejection hurt, a fucking lot in fact. Not wanting him to see the tears starting to well up, you start to turn away. That is when you feel it. Two long, solid arms wrap around you. Twisting around, you rest your chin on his shoulder and grasp the back of his old ass hoodie tight. Fingers clenching the fabric.

“It’s all good Doll. I still love ya. Even if you broke my goddamn nose.” Richie held you, then after a beat, “I mean shit. My cheekbone feels like a grown man split it, kid.” The tender moment was over for now. Richie is trying to make a joke out of it. You smirk, shoving him by the shoulders into his previous seat.

“ ‘S what ya get asswipe! Quit fucking with her when she says. It’s called ‘boundaries’ cousin? Ever heard of the concept?” Mikey slapped a steak on his eye. The other man groaned.

“FUCK SAKES MIKEY! Please, could ya be a little more considerate or some shit? I already got rocked. Don’t need a worse fucking bruise.” Mumbling as he pushed Mikey’s hand away, holding the slab of meat.

“I am not eating that shit later Mikey, no fucking shot.” Giggling, you give the man a kiss on the cheek. “What’s for dinner anyways?” The dark haired man seemed to think for a moment, then said something similar to what landed Richie his shiner and fucked nose.

“Ask Carmy, I’m sure he has a few ideas for what he wants.” Wagging his eyebrows at you. The smirk was audible. Mikey seemed to be proud of himself for the quip.

“Y-You…motherfucker.. I swear I’ll end you, Berzatto. YOU BITCH, C’MERE.” You took off around the island to where he stood in front of the kitchen sink. Richie was screaming and crawling up onto the counter, “ You two fucks better watch out for me. My shit’s busted enough. Get the fuck outta here!”

The memories of Mikey and the family keep swirling through your head as you stand in front of the funeral home. It had been a year since you physically saw any of the Berzatto clan. Too many years since seeing your best friend. Carmen Anthony Berzatto. A name you desperately wanted to forget. The name felt hollow to say, a distant memory. A smoke show that never existed except only in the dark recesses of your mind. Brought up when you wish to torture yourself even more than usual.

Drinking in the cold Chicago air, you begin the trek up the stairs. One measly step at a time. Hoping to calm your racing heart. It felt like the organ was lodged in your throat, bound to come up in a grisly mess at any second. The walk into the foreboding building felt like it took light years and seconds all at once. Standing before the doors, hand hovering over the knob. Psyching yourself up you finally grasp the knob and starting to pull and-

“Fucking Christ! This is fucking insane.” A familiar voice barks out. The door was quickly and haphazardly thrown open. PANG! Jumping back it only caught your arm a bit. The pain was nice and a needed distraction.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I-I didn’t realize anyone…” a small gasp of surprise and a tearful chuckle. Then a slow shaky intake of air, “Doll, is-is that you? Or am I just fucking nuts?” Desperation paints his tone. His words crack and waver with emotion, no, sadness and grief. And a bit of hope.

“Hey cousin, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Your voice was thick with the tears ready to be shed. Before you know you’re shoved into his warm chest. All you smell is stale cigarettes, and his woodsy, Ed Hardy cologne. The aroma of smoke, along with bergamot and amber soothes you. There was a time you despised this fucking scent. It was always too strong and pungent. Telling Richie he smelt like a hooker, wanting to piss him off.

“At least one of us is shaking ass and making some cash Doll.” SMACK! Richie shook his hips at you.

“You made it inside yet? ‘Course not, fuck. I-I’m sorry Doll, my brain is fucking lost. I-I don’t have a goddamn clue about what’s going on.” Apologizing and rubbing his nose roughly.

“Can’t lose something you never had Rick.” You smirk, jabbing him in his ribs.

“Hardy har. You got fucking jokes, eh? Nice, real nice…Shit.” Richie let out a loud sigh and looked at his feet, “Don’t call me fucking Rick man. Shit wasn’t cool when you were a kid, sure as shit ain’t cool now pip squeak.” He smacked you lightly on the back of your head. Reaching into his coat he grabs a cigarette, and swings the pack towards you. You quit smoking, a year ago. But, fuck it.

It is a funeral after all. Might as well take the edge off somehow. Being sober was fucking awful at times. You both finished the cigarettes in silence. After stubbing the cherry out, you gestured to the door.

“Think we should, uh, ya know?”

Richie swallowed his nerves and gave a single nod. The man had a hold of the handle before you could even think about it. Walking into one of the absolute worst possible moments of your entire fucking life.

[cupoftaae]

HII i'd like to request prompt 11 "give me time, give us time" for kookiee? and if its ok id like to give u a small plot just in case you dont know how to work with this if thats okay 🥺

so the tiny tannie lil ol plot for this wuld be: jk being a bit of a workaholic (very much so.) and y/n is quite tired of it.. note that this is non!idol and married! :D they had a talk and a cool plot twist wuld be how y/n was actualy planning to surprise him abt being pregnant!!!GASPAND THEN KOOKIE NEVER NOTICED THE SYMPTOMS CUZ HES BEEN WORKING TOO MUCH!!! and like yeah she getzz rlly emotionsl

AND IF ITS OK CAN U GIVE LIKE AN AFTERMATH OF THIS? LIKE 1 OR 2 YEARS AWAY FROM THE ARGUMET? hope this isnt too much 😭

Hello!! oh my goodness this is so amazing, no one has given me a plot to write by, this is really cool and I hope that I do a good enough job portraying this for you! Thank you so much for sending this in <3

La La Land (JK drabble request)

warnings- mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of pregnancy, swearing, couple fighting, fluff, kissing (nothing major) I think thats all?

enjoy <3

"I cant tell, is this a positive or negative?"

Your voice was shaky and frail, holding up the test to your phone camera, trying to show your friend.

"blurry, cant see, read the box y/n. instructions are there" Your friend sighed, in her defense, it was late, and you called her out of slumber- but only because you were totally hyped at the sudden realization that you were finally possibly pregnant.

You and Jungkook had not necessarily been trying, nor necessarily avoiding it.

You both wanted kids, but never really specified when. Considering the fact you have now been married for 2 years, and your relatives are up your ass about when it is that you will have a baby, even though its not their business at all.

You wanted this for you, and today might be the day you get what you wished for.

"You just took it, let it sit for a moment"

you nodded at your friends words as you placed the test onto the bathroom sink, moving your hands to rest on your hips as your teeth tugged at your bottom lip in thought.

"whats on your mind, hun?" she asked

"a lot..." you giggled, drawing your eyes back to her. "If I am, I just hope Kook is happy, thats all I want"

"mm his schedule is so busy"

"I know, work always comes first with him, thats why im nervous. Its not like he told me to take birth control or anything, and we have condoms he just refuses to use one" you snicker

She laughs, "well then yeah what did he expect?"

"but hes a head manager at the company he works at, hes spent so much time climbing the ladder to get there, what if this throws him in a loop?"

"y/n....girl...listen to me, he is partially responsible for this, so he needs to be accepting or I will personally come down there and make him accepting"

You laughed at your friend, thankful you had some humor relief out of all the tension.

"and listen, you are in your 30's, its not like you are 20 years old and unmarried, you know?"

"yeah...youre right...im gonna look now, I think its ready"

"okay"

You gently flipped over the test and held it close to your eyes, a faint blue plus sign appeared, making your heart thump so loud it was audible in your ears.

"holy shit, its positive!"

"its positive?" your friends voice shot up 3 octaves

"YES!!!" you jumped around, wishing jungkook was home right now to show him, instead bathing in the moment with your best friend.

"congratulations, y/n, oh my god im so happy for you!!!"

"thank you!" you wiped a few tears, gripping the test almost as if it wouldnt be real if you let it go. "oh jesus this is so....wow!"

"remember what I said, everything will be okay"

You nodded, taking a deep breath

"everything will be okay, yeah....your right."

-

Everything, in fact, was not alright.

It's been 2 weeks since that night you found out you were pregnant, and everytime you think you are ready to tell Jungkook, something happens.

"oh gotta go babe, they are calling me into work"

"too tired to talk tonight honey, i have to get up at 5am"

"not right now baby, maybe tomorrow?"

It never ended, he was in and out the front door constantly.

It was upsetting that the only time youve had to talk with him recently was when you both took a shower a few days ago.

"you look so tired" you frowned, pushing his hair back

"I know...I am"

"you need to sleep more" you kissed his chest, resting against it under the warm water.

He let out a soft laugh, "yeah...when is there time for rest?"

"its okay to take time off, you know? youre a manager, you have more control"

"I just need to prove to everyone that I am capable of handling the position" he insisted

"Obviously you are, they wouldnt-"

"y/n, just dont worry about it....okay?" he squeezed you softly, trying to change the subject and shutting you down, because you wouldnt get it

-

You wanted your husband, you wanted him more than anything, and this feeling only turned to anger as you sat with him at the dinner table one night.

You were now almost 2 months pregnant and still have not told him.

You planned a nice meal to eat, his favorite.

You cooked all the vegetables and spent hours slaving in the hot kitchen making sure everything was up to perfection for him, just for him to come home at 2am with no text in regard to him being late.

"its late, honey, im sorry, we can eat tomorrow"

You stood to your feet before he could leave the room, all of your dishes sitting on the stove, some now cold. "no, we are gonna eat now."

You know he smelled the food, and never did he once acknowledge the fact you made his favorite dish, or thank you for it.

His eyes widened, not used to hearing the sudden tone in your voice.

"please....please just sit" your voice cracked slightly as you watched him slowly walk back to the seat, sinking into it.

"are you mad at me?" he whispered, watching your back as you heated up the food into a plate for him.

"mad..?" you chuckle to yourself, trying to gather your thoughts.

"yeah, mad. are you?"

You took the food out of the microwave and handed it to him, sitting on the other end of the table and looking at him desperatley.

"jungkook...have you noticed anything...different?"

He smiled gently, confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean?"

Your expression softened from hopeful to dissapointment.

"you dont see...you dont feel like anything is different?"

"no?" he half smiled, looking around awkwardly.

You looked down at your plate, teary eyes overcoming you as you tried hard to prevent your breakdown- but its been a long time coming.

"wha-"

"jungkook!" you cry out desperately, leaving him shocked and confused at the odd behavior.

"baby why are you crying? whats going on? what is this?" he panicked

"You!! im crying because of you!!" you stood, covering your face as you felt the embarrassment fall over you.

"what did I do?" he got up and tried to come over to hold you, but you pushed him away.

He let you talk, not knowing how to respond to anything.

"you are never home, Jungkook. I fucking miss my husband, okay? I spent 4 hours in this kitchen, sick as hell, making your favorite dish and I dont get any type of thank you, instead you come home 3 hours late and decide its time to sleep, you reek of alcohol as well" you wipe you tears hastily.

He stood, looking at you as his eyes teared up

"I know work is important, I know it is, But I matter too Jungkook!! We are married, I am your WIFE! im not just the maid and chef here, you know?

"baby I never said any of that-"

"you treat me like one!!" you cry, pacing the room, "see, you still dont even notice anything do you?"

He looked helplessly, "Im sorry, honey, I really am, but I need work-"

"not this much!!" you looked at him sharply, "Ive been home alone these past few weeks, dealing with a certain situation ive been terrified to tell you about all by myself!"

"im here now, tell me! tell me! what is going on and how can I fix this?"

"I just want you, jungkook....One fucking day, one fucking dinner" you gesture to the table "When was the last time we even woke up together and cuddled, or had a fucking cup of coffee and talked? Months...MONTHS!"

"my angel im sorry ive been neglecting you, why didnt you say something to me sooner?"

"I was trying to understand, I was trying sooo hard to put myself in your shoes but damnit, jungkook, I cant hide it anymore" you sobbed, knowing how crazy you looked to him right now. "Its...its not fair!!"

He gently grabbed your arm, leading you towards him, his eyes searching deep into your own.

You sighed, trying to adjust your breathing, "g-give me time, give us time." you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked at him.

"us?"

You swallowed harshly, trying to steady your voice, "im pregnant, Jungkook. I found out weeks ago and since then youve left me home alone with not an ounce of time for me to tell you, which is now resulting in this"

He froze, his eyes softening at you as he tears up, "pregnant? baby..."

"yes!" you step back, "and...and you didnt even notice! I tried leaving clues, I left the test in your bedside nightstand and you never fucking saw it?"

"n-no baby...youre pregnant, oh my god, honey" he brought you back to him, a soft yet sad smile on his face

"Its been all me, im the only one who has to deal with it and its not fair. If you dont have time for me, how the hell are you gonna manage to parent our child?" you glared "I refuse to parent alone, this is a team effort, jungkook. Yes money is important, but I need you, I need you to stop being a manager first and my husband second"

He took a shaky breath, part of him scared to say the wrong thing, "I- I understand honey" he nodded, holding your hands as he cried "fuck- im so sorry" you let him pull you into a tight hug "Im so sorry holy shit...im such a fucking dumbass, how could I not know?" he ran his hand up and down your back, face hidden into your shoulder as you both cried.

"you need to understand, I am serious, things have to change!"

"they will! they will! I'll change right now I promise Im gonna be here for you, for both of you" his hands held your stomach, desperation in his voice "dont leave...." he whispered

"im not going to, jungkook. But you need to stop working so much, I cant do this by myself"

"you dont have to, im here for you, whatever you need, fuck I'll take the rest of the week off for you, just let me hold you" he squeezed you tighter

"I miss you so much" your voice was quiet

"I love you, im so sorry I never noticed, Im so dumb baby....I love you,I love you" he cupped your face and pressed a delicate kiss to your lips, forehead against yours, "thank you for all you do, im an ass for not recognizing any of it"

"I love you too....just please...do it for us...?"

He nods "anything....for you, i'll do fucking anything baby." he kisses you once more as you both gently sway in the kitchen. The tension of the argument still lingering in the air, thick and prominent.

This wasnt a fixed issue, more so a stepping stone to him proving his words.

If he wanted to be a dad, he needed to show you he was ready for it.

--

"he is crying again" you sigh, rubbing your eyes and sitting up to look at the baby monitor.

"I'll get him" jungkook immediately got up and walked down the hall, following the sad cries that led him to your baby's room.

"little man...its 4am...why the tears?"he frowned at his 3 month old who's arms flared around.

the first 2 months of Kaiylin being born, you kept him in your main bedroom at night but you wanted to test out how he would sleep on his own, and so far its not been good.

"you want mama, huh?" he picked him up, holding him close and gently bouncing his knees. He didnt smell, so it wasnt his diaper, and he had just been fed not too long ago, so it was easy for jungkook to know he just missed his mommy and daddy.

He slowly walked into the bedroom, you were about to fall asleep. "oh kai" you frown as your husband places him into the bed between you both, his body facing the smaller ones so he doesnt fall out or move around.

"aw baby" you rub his head softly, "its okay now, shh, shh"

Jungkook gives you an empathetic look, "I know you havent slept im sorry"

You shrug, "i'll nap tomorrow"

"I'll take him into my office, he can sit in his rocker while you nap"

You smile softly kissing your husband, "thanks, baby"

You had to admit, Jungkook has stepped up more than you assumed he would. Hes began to work from home, giving time for not only your little family, but especially you and him.

He has been such a help with everything, from watching Kai during the night, to cooking and cleaning for you, its been 100% teamwork since you gave birth and you couldnt thank him enough for it all,

Things were finally starting to even out and you could not have been happier, the man you married in the first place was returned back to you, in the form of a loving father.

"hes sleeping again, look" jungkook whispered

Your eyes darted to the newborn in between you and your husband, you slightly giggled, "poor thing"

"co-sleeping just works I guess" he smiled, leaning over to kiss you gently, "go back to sleep honey, ill watch him for a bit, its okay."

"I love you, thank you..." you looked at him

"I love you too sweetheart"

-

a/n- ahh! I really hope this is what you wanted, it was fun to write and follow the prompt. Thanks again for sending this in! -Nini

[bordysbae]

Heyy bestieee, hear me out drunk skating gone wrong with jack! Feel free to use my disaster as inspo 💀😂😂

“i caught you slippin’”

jack hughes x reader

warning: drinking

word count: 0.5k

you and jack just left his teammates christmas party, and to say the least, you’re both heavily intoxicated. you easily get wine drunk, and jack had three and a half too many bottles of corona. somehow you guys ended up at an outdoor ice skating rink, and luckily there aren’t too many people skating since it’s pretty late at night. thankfully there’s no kids, but there is about 4 other couples skating. this means that you and jack basically have free rein on the rink.

both of you, mainly you, wobble out onto the ice hand in hand. jack quickly abandons you to start skating around in circles, making you laugh hysterically. “jack you look like a ballerina!” you giggle, watching as the other couples begin to slowly get off of the ice pair by pair.

“oh look people are leaving, come spin with me!” jack says, holding out his arms for you to grab. you hesitantly grab his hands as he begins to spin you around. “jack stop! i’m getting dizzy!” you cry out, making him laugh even harder than you both already were. he lets go of your hands, and you instantly fall on your ass.

jack starts crying laughing, holding onto his stomach. “you dumbass! the ice is for skating not sitting!” he drunkenly exclaims, wiping the tears from his eyes. “help me up! this is your fault!” you groan. as he helps you up, you wipe the snow off of your pants. jack starts speed skating around the ice and catches an edge, flying onto his stomach. “ow!” you hear him yell from across the ice, and at this point it’s only you guys on the ice.

now it’s your turn to start laughing at him, and that’s exactly what you do. you fall down from laughing so hard, but you also fall due to the fact you’re heavily intoxicated and can barely stand up straight. jack skates over to you and plops down next to you, you both sitting on the ice with your legs stretched out in front of you.

“i love you a lot, y’know” jack smiles at you. “i love you too, even the stupid drunk you” you chuckle. “i’m not even drunk!” he rolls his eyes, gently smacking your arm. “oh babe, yes you are” “no, nico wouldn’t let me keep drinking. i could’ve had so much more to drink!” “yeah well, i told nico to stop you” you admit, making jack audibly gasp. “you did?! why did you ruin my fun?!” he groans, acting like a little kid. “because! you’re drunk!” “am not.” “are to.” “whatever!” he rolls his eyes again before getting up.

you laugh to yourself before attempting to stand up, but you begin to slip around as you do so. suddenly jacks hands snake around your waist and guide you onto your feet. as you turn around to face him, you notice just exactly where his eyes were looking. “were you staring at my ass, hughes?” you ask him, a smirk on your lips. his cheeks flush red, and he bites his bottom lip slightly, “maybe…” he says shyly. “ha! i caught you slippin’ jackie!” “actually you’re wrong, im pretty sure that i caught you slipping.” he says, obviously referencing the fact he was holding you up so you didn’t fall. “yeah yeah whatever” you groan, before skating away from him.

“but hey, your ass does look good though!” he yells at you as you skate away, causing you to flip him off over your shoulder.

[ratislatis]

thoughts on s3 *holds a small mic out to you*

I WORK IN AN OFFICE WHERE I LISTEN TO POSCASTS ALL DAY! HERE ARE SOME NOTES WHERE I AUDIBLY LAUGHED OR HAD AN EXTREME REACTION

GENERAL NOTES

LIVE LAUGH GRANT WILSON TO FRANCIS FARNSWORTH APPRECIATOR PIPELINE

KAMONWAN THERE IS NOTHING THEY COULD DO TO MAKE ME HATE YOU

I THINK WE BREEZED PAST THE FACT MR. COLLETTE IS A CAT A WEE SMIDGEON TOO QUICK. HE WAS A CAT. HE WAS A CAT????

MR. ARNOLD AND MR. BURCH’S IMPRESSIONS OF THE ITALIAN GAY FATHERS WAS THE REALEST THING TO EVER OCCUR IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD I AM NOT KIDDING I COULD NOT STOP WILDLY GIGGLING IN MY CUBICLE

I THOUGHT THE CREEPY SWAMP MAN IN THE PRECINCT WAS SLENDERMAN. LIKE I THOUGHT… I THOUGHT THAT THE THEME WAS GOING TO BE CRYPTIDS ON AND OFF THE INTERNET. IDK. I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA BE SLENDERMAN. I WAS HYPED

HERE ARE THE OTHERS BTW

THE NOTES UNDER MBMBAM ARE ALL EDUCATIONAL PODCASTS SO I JUST KEPT THEM HIDDEN 😎😎

I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I SEE YOUR USERNAME IN MY NOTES SOMETIMES AND IM LIKE “GOD… I HOPE THEY’RE DOING OKAY…. I MISS THE COMMUNITY…..”

[taexual]

Ok see, now I need to rant, because wtf, this last chapter was heavenlyyyyy good

The communication between them was awesome, so honest and sweet, and you can feel the hesitance and love with pretty much every word and thought of theirs

Jin just keeps proving that he's a real one, an mvp if you will, I love his sense of humor, his ability to read and assure people, his dedication to gossip obvs, and overall we'll have to thank him for knocking some sense into oc, a true hero 🫡

Also the entire segment in the plane? I laughed out loud just thinking about the people near them trying to hear their conversation, like yes, the entire crew betting on them, witnessing Jk's simping tendencies, and praying on Sids downfall like the rest of us seems the only right way to react

And this part? "Someone on the plane gulped audibly and held their breath. He wondered if it was him." Like yeah no, that was me, don't mind me.

I'm ngl, the texts and threats did get me anxious for the rest of the chapter, like I kid you not, when Jk's grandma called, my mind went to the worst scenario possible involving Sid, but I was so relieved when it turned out to be one of her good days <3 so happy for jungkook btw

Another highlight? “I don’t really care how long it takes, to be honest,” he said. “I’m going to die yours.” No, stfu, these are my PARENTS, LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IM SKDDHDKSJDJ

He just keeps thinking and saying these things that make me squeal, and giggle, kick my feet and whatnot, ugh I love himmm, and with oc expressing her feelings more freely now aswell? Nah I'm not surviving this (their entire last conversation destroyed me, they're so mf cute, and yeah, they could not be just friends to save their livesss, love that for them)

But yeah, this turned out to be longer than I thought, but I just needed to get the excitement out of my system, I don't think you understand how much I adore this series, the characters and your writing, and I honestly thank you a lot for giving me these moments of happiness throughout the day

Hope you're doing great, and can't wait for the next part! Please take care of yourself in the meantime 🩵

ahh, my love!!!! my loVE!!!!!!

when it's a long chapter, i sometimes worry that the ending is the only thing that essentially sticks with the reader? so you've made my whole day with your message 🥺🥺🥺

thank you thank you thank you thank you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[bethanysnow]

My review as if people want/are interested in my opinion.

1 Own My Mind  

      I adore this song, it gets stuck in my head on a loop all the time. The sway of the song is so cool. Musically it sets the theme for the album, which I think is super important.

 2 Gossip - Måneskin feat. Tom Morello 

      I liked it when it came out, I have not been or got really into Rage against the machines so I dont have any point of reference for Mr. Morello. I think its a song some folks should take to heart~

3 Timezone  

    ITS A WALTZ AHHH ITS A WALTZ. I dont really like the “running like a mad dog” but thats for damiano to know and for me to sing along to.

4 Bla Bla Bla 

    It is not my favorite, but I love the imagery and the sorta toxic!Damiano vibe it has going on?

5 Baby Said 

     THIS SONG FUCKIING DOES IT FOR ME! It is uptempo and contains lyrics to a concept I will never experience. I love the lyric video of Vic, makes me think of what maybe might have been the inspo for it. Its just so good. That riff kills it.

6 Gasoline 

     I liked it live, and im not mad with what they did to it in post. I do think this is a song to be sung live. It doesn’t have the same umphf on a studio recording.

7 Feel

     This song gets me also. I love the song its very dancy and dancy songs are my weakness.

 8 Don't Wanna Sleep   

    The audible personification of mania as far as im concerned. So its great and really fun, but also cant listen if want a chill vibe.

9 Kool Kids   

    Damiano drunk recording this I think is so funny?? I like the live version, I like the studio, but I do think the versions should be thought about as separate entities? Then it wouldn’t trip people up so bad.

10 If Not for You   

    Again another waltz. I am a romantic at heart and I know I could never write lyrics like this. Oh to feel a 10th of this kind of love.

11 Read Your Diary  

   .....(Yandere!Maneskin) what?? I didn’t hear anything. I am also in agreement with @lifeofa-fangirl some folks need to listen to it again and...really pay attention.

12 Mark Chapman   

     I like the song, since I dont speak italian some of the meaning is lost on me, but I love the little blurb on spotify of like ‘whenever we sing in italian we think often of our italian fans’ and to have that be on the song named after the guy who was obsessed with john lennon and shot him makes me giggle as an outside perspective.

13 La Fine   

    I know a lot of people really like this song, I dont get it, its good just not for me.

14 Il Dono Della Vita   

    I wanna honestly put all the ‘ill ____ della vita’s together and make the ultimate playlist one of these days lol. I think this is one of my more favorite ballad-y songs.

15 Mammamia   

    its mammamia? I don’t know why its on the album??? I think it could have been a stand alone single and be fine, im not mad about it of course.

16 Supermodel   

   Same thing with this song, I think it could have just been a single and been cool. I will say as the song the radio near me plays more often than not it has grown on me.

17 The Loneliest

   I think this is a really good way to end the album. I think its a good sorta pat on the back and lets you drift off. The loneliest in its 90s ballad glory I think wraps up the theme well of what they went through over the last how ever long. I think its a good perspective to end on as well. The music video was great, feels settled I guess is the word to use.

[karinasbaby]

finally got the chance to lose my sanity over the best fucking birthday gift EVER. AND HOLY FUCK

this one had such an intense kick to it oh my GOOODDJELSHS im literally LAUGHING while writing this i can’t believe what i just read what the HELL wlehaldjjhdf hana you will pay for your crimes 🫵 this was once again ATTEMPTED MURDERRRR u really gave me in love and soft and munch hee all on my birthday 😨😨😨 i’m about to throw up istg my mind is SPINNING no words can describe how badly i want to scream rn.

first of all

!?!?!^>[+{]^+{]>]*!=\$\•!{]+! BUT U DID THIS FOR WHATTTTRT😭😭😭 “he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see” my legs hurt from me kicking them in the air for so fucking long i actually can’t do this bcs wdym what do you mean WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN WHY IS HE SO CUTE AND SWEET AND SO LOVABLE PLS HEESEUNG LET ME WRAP U UP IN A BLANKET AND KEEP U IN MY POCKET :((( and the obsession with the adam’s apple is so real because i WILL kiss it. non stop. for the rest of my life. for sure. mhm.

u see now personally me? i died lol 🤣🙏🏼 idk about u but i audibly gasped and had to take a break because i would have fallen out of bed for the 9th time tonight and i really wasn’t looking forward to that 🙏🏼 because what. a small cupcake with a candle on it the moment it’s 12 like r u kidding :( r u joking this is so cute and so sweet i have tears in my eyes what the heck heeseung actually being obsessed with birthdays (unlike someone yes im throwing shade and priority jay) (im playing pls don’t jump me) is so cute and just so him :( im gonna cry myself to sleep today 💯

now what if i cry lmfao. no what if i suddenly disappear then what. why would u dO THIS TO MEEEEEEEE 💔💔💔💔💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭💔😭😭😭😭💔😭💔😭😭😭💔 i’m actually going through it & tearing up again like soft in love hee who loves to praise you like i can’t cut the fucking cameras i CANT i don’t have the ability to handle this ☹️💔☹️💔💔

u making shirtless hee wear a chain… you’re out for blood atp. like u really are 😕‼️ AND PLEASE WDYM HE LAUGHED INTO THE KISS DONT DO THIS TO ME I WILL ACTUALLY MELT AND EXPLODE soft in love hee you’re genuinely gonna kill me like wdym :( hes so the type to interlock ur hands together and kiss u then laugh or smile continuously into the kiss and i can’t do this there are tears in my eyes hana what have you done 💔💔💔💔💔💔

the constant usage of pretty like what did i ever do to you. aren’t u tired of making me blush and giggle all the damn TIME ☹️⁉️ enough is enough pls have some mercy show some mercy towards my heart 💔

this. this right here… haha. “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

you’re evil. villainous. straight up wicked. out for BLOOD ‼️ out for MURDER ‼️‼️ TO END AND CHANGE LIVES ‼️ ALTERING THEM PERMANENTLYYYYYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊

after this it was just whiplash after whiplash bro like big dawg u have expectations that are too high of me if u really thought i was gonna be able to make it through this without losing my fucking shit entirely 🤣🙏🏼 because like ….?? “he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax” ????!!!!?$>[${%]+{>¥|!@£2@:WHAT THE HELLLL [DISTANT CAR CRASH] [SCREAMS] [GUNSHOT] i can’t TAKE IT ANYMOREEEE

i’m just a girl why would u put me through this :(

and then the last part being (cuz i can’t put anymore photos bcs of bitchass tumblr)

“you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.”

yeah that one was it for me ngl 🙏🏼 that was like the final blow. the knock out punch

anyways so i’ll quickly write this while sobbing but thank u so much to my dearest & sweetest hana for doing this on my birthday (just wait for march bro u think i’m gonna let u live peacefully???) like i genuinely can’t believe u came through with soft hee no i’m not crying stfu anyways i love u sosososomuch thank u for writing this masterpiece and for being my friend i can’t wait to annoy the living shit out of you when you’re back mamas 😁🙏🏼 pls study well & good luck on all of ur exams !!

✧ happy birthday, pretty

pairing: soft!heeseung x reader

summary: it’s your birthday, and while you don’t really care, your boyfriend cares a lot

warnings: kissing, no p in v, oral (fem receiving), hee is shirtless & soft, mentions of sex, oral happening in the kitchen (unhygienic), hee is a munch obvi, mdni

a/n: am i obsessed with birthdays? maybe. anyways, this is for @karinasbaby because it’s her bday! everyone say happy birthday

the bright rays of sunshine shine through the dark curtains, illuminating the quiet bedroom, casting a warm blanket over two sleeping bodies. one sunray shines directly on heeseung’s face and his eyes flutter open, nose scrunched in disdain. he squeezes his eyes shut before he pulls your sleeping body closer, burying his face in your neck. 

heeseung smiles against your neck, content filling his chest. his nose brushes against the nape of your neck as he inhales, loving the way your body slightly smelled of his. trying his best not to wake you, he reaches backwards and grabs his phone. he glances at the time and his eyes widen. it was 10:49 am, which meant he had woken up eleven minutes before his alarm. 

this never happened. he had never woken up before his alarm, but his eyes drift to your sleeping figure and they soften. for you, he would do anything. even wake up at an ungodly hour. 

he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and slowly pulls his arm out from under you. he freezes when you shift and stares at you with wide eyes as exhaustion pulls you back under. he gently unwraps his arm around you and shuffles his legs out from between yours. it takes him almost ten minutes to untwine his body from yours, and it’s done with increased difficulty. 

he doesn’t want to leave the warm bed or your warm body, but he has plans that he must execute. today was an important day for you, so, it was important to him.

he bites his bottom lip as he pushes himself on the bed, wincing when the bed creeks beneath him. slowly, he turns his head back to you, making sure your eyes remain closed and your breathing remains even. 

standing, he grabs his shirt from the floor and grins as he recalls the way you had thrown it, eager to get your hands on him. he places the shirt on his side of the bed, making it easier for you to grab and wear when you wake up. shirtless, he tiptoes to the bathroom and almost laughs at his reflection. his hair is upright and messy, his entire neck is littered with your small bites, and his lips are still swollen. 

he simply stares at himself with a stupid grin on his face because he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see, got to touch. he touches his adam’s apple and winces, remembering how you had spent quite a bit of time last night just kissing it.

he shakes his head and grabs his toothbrush, careful to only open the tap a bit. he looks back at your sleeping body with a smile on his face, knowing you probably looked the same. he did, after all, ravish you last night. 

as soon as the clock had struck 12:00 am, he pulled out a cupcake and candle and made you blow it out, a longstanding tradition in your relationship. one that he implemented, since between the both of you, he was a lot more into birthdays. 

you smiled at him and closed your eyes, wishing for nothing but a good year and his happiness. he fed you the cupcake and licked the icing off the corner of your lips. wanting to return the favour, you licked the icing off his jaw. as the cupcake was used and abused, clothes came flying off and heeseung’s first present to you kept you up all night. 

he washes his face and tiptoes out of the room and down the hall, towards the kitchen. he had gone out the day before to grab everything he needed for breakfast, hiding it all from you in the back of the fridge. he stretches and grabs two pans, turning on the stove. 

as quietly as he can, he cracks the eggs and cuts the fruit. he opens a window so the smell doesn’t wake you. he’s bubbling with excitement, giddy because he had planned everything for today weeks before and he was finally getting to check off everything in his list. 

with a soft, permanent smile on his lips, he puts his airpods in as he continues cooking your breakfast. the soft music drowns all sounds and he gets lost in the domesticity of it all. 

as the sun shines brighter in the blue sky, the beams of light become too much for you and you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning as you slowly regain consciousness. immediately, your hand reaches for heeseung and you frown when all you feel is the cold mattress. you open one eye and stare at the empty space, scrunching your nose in tiredness. 

groggily, you sit up and blink around the room. the curtains did little to stop the sun, both of you having forgotten to shut the blinds. you stretch your neck, yawning as the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. goosebumps erupt on your skin and you look down, only now realizing that you’re still naked. you hastily grab heeseung’s shirt and pull it on, pushing yourself out of bed. 

you waddle to the bathroom, eyes still sleepy. you look up at your reflection and almost laugh at how insane you look. your hair's a mess and there are love bites all over your skin; your neck, your collarbone, and your thighs. amazed, you trace the marks with gentle fingers. your tired frown turns into a wide smile at the sight, in awe of heeseung’s dedication. 

you wash your face and brush your teeth, a soft smile on your lips. you could hear heeseung in the kitchen and although you told him not to do anything, you knew your words fell on deaf ears. ever since you had started dating, heeseung made it his mission to make every birthday the best one. 

at first, you used to chastise him, but then you learned that it was simply who he was. this was his love language; to celebrate the day you were born, to make sure that it was perfect and filled with happiness. he loved you so much and he wanted to celebrate today; glad that you had been born because he couldn’t imagine his life with you.

so, you let him be. you indulged him in all his plans, learning to love and appreciate the day as much as he did. if he loved today, you certainly could. 

in just his shirt, you stepped out of your shared bedroom and walked to the kitchen, careful to keep light feet. your smile widened at the sight of heeseung’s bare back as he stood at the stove, quietly humming. he slightly swayed his hips to the music, lost in his own world. 

you leaned against the kitchen entrance, arms crossed as you stared at him, biting your bottom lip in amusement. you loved him like this; free, comfortable, and himself. you eyed everything on the counter and shook your head, knowing he would be so glad to check everything off his little list with a gel pen you had gotten him. 

heeseung stared at the pancake in front of him, counting the seconds until he could flip it. he was so preoccupied that he hadn’t noticed you, not until you wrapped your arms loosely around his waist and pressed your face against his back.

surprised, heeseung lost count before he grinned, turning his head. “good morning, pretty. happy birthday.” 

you smiled against his back, looking up at him with wide eyes. “thank you, hee.” 

heeseung plucked the airpods out of his ears and set them on the counter before he flipped the pancake, pleased with himself as it was perfectly golden. “how’d you sleep? you’re not too sore are you?” his doe eyes couldn’t hide the teasing in his tone. 

you smirked before gently biting his back, grinning at his feigned wince. “i slept like a baby thanks to you. and, for your information, everything hurts.” 

heeseung lowered the flame before he turned around, wrapping his arms around your waist as you looked up at him, his chain tickling your nose. he looked down at you with wide, bright eyes. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you smiled. 

“that’s too bad, pretty. i’m not even close to being done with you yet.” he brushed his nose against yous and you closed your eyes, his words igniting a fire that had been briefly put out last night. 

your body didn’t really hurt, but heeseung didn’t have to know that. it wouldn’t make a difference, not really. he’d still go down on you regardless. 

instead of edging him on, you raised an eyebrow. “your pancake is burning.”

immediately, his facade dropped and he turned around, mumbling incoherent curses as he lifted the pancake and put it on top of the ever growing stack. you eyed the pancakes and almost burst out laughing.

each one was a lopsided heart. 

enamoured, you stepped back and pushed yourself up on the opposite counter, content with just watching him cook. you crossed your ankles and tilted your head, focused on his broad back and thin waist. his arms were hard at work, whisking and pouring and you eyed the veins that always made an appearance in the morning. 

after pouring the next two pancakes, heeseung turned around and froze at your stare; so bright and filled with love. he smiled softly and stepped towards you, smile widening when you spread your legs apart, letting him slot himself right in between them. 

you rested your hands on his waist and his warm hands rested on your exposed thighs. he looked down at you with a soft smile, his eyes shining with fondness. his thumbs rubbed circles on your inner thighs and you tried to ignore it. 

“you look so beautiful, baby. i’m the luckiest man alive.” his words were soft, and yet so loud in your mind. you felt your neck warm and you looked away, focusing on the jug of juice on the counter behind him. 

he cupped your jaw and turned your head, a familiar glint in his eyes. you weren’t sure if it was the stove or the sun shining through the window, but your entire body felt warm. his hands on you and his intense gaze was making your mind hazy. 

he smiled at you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. you loved his smile. the way it stretched his cheeks and made his eyes smaller, his perfect teeth on display as his cheeks filled out. 

unable to help yourself, you hooked your finger in his chain and pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips against his. he laughed into the kiss and his other hand traveled up your thigh until it squeezed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

he deepened the kiss and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his hot tongue to explore your mouth. the intensity of his body pressed against yours made you run your fingers up his back until they tangled in his soft hair, eliciting a soft moan from him. 

he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the bridge of your noses grazing each other as you both tried to catch your breath. he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek. 

before you could capture his lips again, heeseung squeezed your hip and stepped back, smirking at the frown on your lips as he turned back to the stove, flipping the pancakes. he kept his back to you and your stare burned into his exposed back.

you closed your legs and squeezed your thighs together as you watched him move around the kitchen, fascinated by the way he danced around the kitchen. it warmed your heart, knowing he did this for you; only for you. you eyed the faint scratch marks on his back and memories of last night came rushing forward.

although heeseung was primarily focused on cooking, making sure your breakfast was perfect, he kept his heightened attention on you, paying attention to the way you squeezed your thighs together and how your eyes never strayed from his back. 

“so,” he began, as he fried different kinds of meat. “after breakfast, i was thinking that maybe we could go to that museum you really wanted to visit.”

you watched as his back muscles flexed, mesmerized with the way he did everything so effortlessly. you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you. “sure, i’d really like that.” 

he turned his head and grinned widely at you and you rolled your eyes, a lovesick smile on your lips. you didn’t know why he bothered acting so nonchalant every time. you knew he had already booked the tickets and booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant. he never left anything up to chance, making sure everything was always planned close to the T. 

gosh, you really loved him.

“hee,” you said, a little embarrassed. “c’mere for a second.” you stopped swinging your legs and sat up straighter when he placed the final piece of meat on the pan. he turned and stepped in between your legs, his hands on your waist. 

you rested your hands on his chest and he shuddered at the coldness of them before stepping closer, his pelvis pressing against your hips. your eyes fluttered at his closeness, the warmth of his body reeling you in. 

“i just wanted to say thank you.” his eyes softened and his smile turned bashful. “you always do so much for me and you have no idea how thankful i am.”

heeseung kissed your forehead. “it’s just breakfast, baby. the day is still young.” he pressed another kiss to your nose. “you never have to thank me. you know i’d do anything for you.” 

you rested your hand right on top of his beating heart and smiled softly when it began to beat a bit faster. even after all these years, he still got a bit nervous around you. it wasn’t his fault, really. you were just too beautiful. he couldn’t handle it sometimes. 

“still.” you leaned forward and kissed his chest, right between two hickeys you had given him last night. at the feeling of your plush lips against his skin, heeseung’s breath hitched. “you do so much for me.”

bewitched by your scent and smile, heeseung’s eyes burned brightly as he looked down at you, a warmth spreading through his body. his hands rubbed the exposed skin of your thighs, the sight of you in just his shirt had his mind racing. 

“you wanna thank me, pretty?” 

you tried not to grin at his words; at the familiar tone and the way his words came out quieter, a bit huskier than normal. he cupped your jaw and tilted your face upwards, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his gaze fixed on your lips. 

you hummed softly, nodding your head. there was something so seductive about him, the way his smile made you soft and yet his eyes, gosh, his eyes. big and wide and dark, burning with a heat that mirrored the flame of the stove. 

your breathing becomes heavier as he tips his head down, his lips hovering yours. you close your eyes, needing his lips on yours. he, however, pulls back and turns around. you open your mouth in objection but heeseung simply turns off the stove before he grabs your face, slamming his lips on yours. 

you laugh in delight as he presses himself closer to you, one of his hands on your thigh as the other rests gently on your throat, keeping you from squirming. your hands were in his hair, pulling and scratching. 

the sounds of your lips against each other echoed in the kitchen as heeseung groaned into the kiss, enraptured by your taste. his hand slipped under your–his–shirt and he began to press his thumb into the skin of your stomach and hips.  

you pull away and heeseung rests his forehead against yours, both of your chests heaving. you lean forward and press a swift kiss to his swollen lips, licking his bottom lick sensually. heeseung’s eyes widen, mesmerized by you. he captures your lips again, heart beating rapidly as his arms circle your waist and pull you flush against him.

“you drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “everything about you.” 

you kiss him back messily, hands traveling up his neck. “think about how i feel.” you press a kiss to his adam’s apple. “you’re too good for me.”

your words settle in heeseung’s mind and his first instinct is to pull away, to look you in the eyes and tell you how horribly wrong you are. he’s not too good for you; you, you’re too good for him. you’re too good for anyone, but he’s selfish and tries his best. 

instead, his hands wander and he grins when you whimper, his thumbs brushing against your pinched nipples. he watches as your eyes shut and you lean forward in pleasure as he rubs and pinches them. he presses an open mouth kiss to both nipples on top of your shirt, pleased by the bright look in your eyes. 

his lips travel down until he reaches your nude thighs. he falls to his knees and your legs tremble at the sight before you. you bite the inside of your cheek as heeseung looks up at you, lust and adoration swirling in his eyes. 

he taps your knee. “spread your legs for me, pretty. you said you wanted to thank me.” 

instantly, your legs spread apart and heeseung shuffled closer. “but, hee, what about the food?” you ask weakly, wanting nothing more than his tongue in you.   

heeseung smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, knowing you had been dripping onto the counter with no remorse.  “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily lifts your thighs above the counter, moving you off it and closer to his face. your arms immediately rest behind you, holding the rest of your body weight. 

heeseung moves his face closer to your bare cunt, the heat from his breath making your body tingle. you watch him with wide eyes as he stares, before blowing warm air on it. 

you squirm in his hold and his hands tighten around you. “such a pretty pussy, baby.” he praises, completely infatuated. he loved you, but he also really loved your pussy. he loved how pretty it was and how it tasted and he loved how well it took him. “my girl is the prettiest girl in the world.” 

“hee,” you whisper, needing him. 

he understands, and because it’s your birthday, he simply brushes his nose against your slick folds before licking a harsh stripe of your core. your back arched and you let out a quiet moan as he wasted no time. 

he pressed his face closer to your cunt as his tongue licked and sucked, lapping up all your juices. the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you.

you whimpered when he tilted his head even further, pushing his tongue deep within you. you felt the tip of it curl upwards and you almost screamed, tears gathering in your eyes. “yes, yes,” you chanted, “faster, fuck.” 

at the sight of your pleasure, heeseung hums and the sound makes your insides vibrate. you begin moving your hips feverishly against his face, grinding down on him. he groans as you rub your slick all over his face, his chin dripping with drool and arousal.

your sweet scent and taste overwhelms his mind and he begins to lose his mind as his lips latch onto your clit, face pressed right against your dripping cunt as his tongue slides in and out of you. 

“fuck, hee,” you mumble, eyes barely open as you watch him suck you dry. “i’m close–” your legs were pulsing erratically and your walls clenched around his tongue as your release edged closer. 

“cum, pretty,” he edged. “want the birthday girl’s cum all over my face.” 

his words broke you and you moaned as your vision blurred, your orgasm washing over you like cold water. throwing your head back, heeseung continued to push his tongue into your gushing pussy, his lips coaxing all your juices down his throat. he licked and sucked even when you mumbled something incoherent about it being too much.

he wanted it all; every last drop you had to offer. you tasted too good, looked too pretty and he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax. his tongue continued to lap up everything that dripped out of you as you breathed harshly, chest heaving up and down as your legs shook.

once he had sucked your dry, cleaning you up like the good boyfriend he was, he pressed a soft kiss to your clit before peppering your inner thighs with kisses. you watched him with half lidded eyes as your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“did so well for me, pretty.” he whispered against your skin. he looked up at you and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him; his eyes wide and hair wild as your cum and slick coated his face, his sun-kissed skin glowing with sweat as he smiled with swollen lips. 

he looked so pleased, so giddy. so completely, irrevocably in love with you. 

he kissed up your thighs before he gently placed your shaking hips back on the counter. he kept his hands on your thighs as he stood, smiling down at you. “you’re my favourite meal.” 

he grinned at the fucked out look on your face. when you managed a soft smile, he gently held your jaw as he placed a tender kiss on your lips. he rested his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, holding him close as your heart calmed down. 

he rubbed soothing circles on your back as you hugged, his cheek resting on your head. this was everything to him; the quiet moments you both shared in the privacy of your home. this was how he wanted to spend your birthday; alone and calm, with spurts of arousal and activity.

he reached over and grabbed a freshly cleaned hand towel before wetting it under the sink. “you okay, baby? do you want a glass of water?” he cleaned you up, wiping your legs clean carefully. 

you shook your head and looked up at him. “some food would be nice.” he rolled his eyes at you before kissing your forehead. he stepped away from you and turned on the stove, finishing frying the meat he had abandoned. 

he sang quietly as he kept throwing you flirtatious looks, grinning when you flipped him off. once the meat was cooked. he placed everything on the table, including the vase of flowers he had hidden. 

you smiled softly at him when he lifted you off the counter and brought you to the table, setting you down on your seat. before he could step away, you grabbed his sweatpants and pulled him back to you. 

with soft eyes, he bent down. “what is it, pretty?”

you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.” 

[st7rnioioss]

⋆·˚ ༘ * "I really want to kiss you." pt. 2

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: part 2 to "i really want to kiss you", go read that! (im avoiding doing a summary)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, kissing, swearing

part one

a/n: i didn’t really expect to make part two, but here we are. just a bunch of fluff, no plot really LMAO.

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Friday, 9:23 pm

“Hey, you home yet?”

“Not yet, still on my way. You looked good today”

“Stop, I’m blushing”

“What I’d do to sit beside you and watch”

“Matthew, you should concentrate on not getting run over. Cut the flirting!!!”

“Sorrryyy, I can’t help it, it’s not my fault you’re practically perfect”

“I LOVE YOI SO MUCH STOP”

Sunday, 8:47 pm

“Oh my God, finally! I can’t believe it took you guys that long,” Madi exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, he honestly kinda took me by surprise. I didn’t actually expect him to kiss me, but I had my suspicions,” you said, tucking yourself up in your covers in your soft bed.

“Tell me everything tomorrow at school, please! Also, do you think Nick and Chris knows?” Madi asked.

“Yeah, Nick texted me that Matt came home stumbling into the kitchen, yelling ‘I finally kissed her!’ and then proceeded to smile and ramble about the whole thing. His parents knows too,” you couldn’t help but blush at the imagination.

“Stop, that’s adorable. Anyways, I gotta go, I’m sorry! Tell me all about it tomorrow!” she said, the frown practically being audible.

“No it’s fine, Madi! I love you!” you said just before hanging up.

Monday, 12:21 am

“And then he asked me to kiss me again,” you giggled, taking a sip of your soda as you watched Matt turn beet red.

“Shut up, you’re embarrassing me,” he mumbled, playing with his lunch food as he looked down at you beside him. Chris was playfully hitting Matt’s shoulder, a proud expression on his faces, his mouth full of food. Nate was laughing at Chris, trying not to spit his food out.

“Finally! This was honestly painful. If only you knew how many times he came home just to ramble about you. Exhausting!” Nick sent a look to Madi who nodded, both smiling playfully at Matt. This made you blush, grabbing Matt’s hand under the table, looking up at him to smile softly.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend now, so you guys can stop complaining now,” you laughed, squeezing Matt’s hand. Matt sent a cheesy smile, giving your cheek a quick peck.

“Gross. At least don’t kiss during lunch,” Chris complained.

“Chris, shut up and eat your food with a closed mouth,” you mumbled, the whole table laughing at Chris’s offended expression.

Monday, 7:49 pm

“Matt, you’ve got to be kidding,” you laughed while yelling at Matt. You were walking on the sidewalk, the pouring rain rapidly soaking your shirt.

First he had suggested that you just took an uber home from the McDonald’s, but then he got the fantastic idea to walk instead. You liked the idea until it’s started raining heavily.

“Oh my God, my mom is gonna kill me,” Matt laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you, completely drenched. In a white shirt, of course.

“Well, it was your idea!” you protested, crossing your arms because you got colder.

“Oh? So it’s my fault? You agreed to walk instead of taking an Uber!” he laughed, poking your cheek. You grabbed his finger with a soft smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Stop fucking poking me, Matt” you lowered your voice, not letting go of his finger. He then eventually got free from your grip, intertwining his fingers with yours. He just smiled at you as an apology, and it sure as hell worked.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself. I like spending time with you, even if it’s in the pouring rain,” he shot a somewhat shy smile, his eyes darting between your eyes and your chest. He then eventually settled on your eyes, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so gorgeous, even completely soaked. I love you, you know that, right? I’m glad I decided to kiss you on that park bench,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you halt your walk.

“Oh stop it, Matthew, you’re making me flustered,” you blushed, covering your face in your hands.

“Hey, don’t do that, I want to see your pretty face, just like I told you!” he giggled, grabbing your hands to lower them from your face. You locked eyes with him, reaching for his now soaked hair to move it out of your way, pecking his forehead gently.

“I love you way more,” you cheekily smiled, the both of you continuing to walk, Matt’s arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist.

a/n: i’m screaminggngnnggg😕😕😕 chris fluff coming soon😈

[berryunho]

NEXT WEEK IS SO SOOOOOOOOOOON i'll get the ppt ready before then. i hope. i won't. but i can hope. anyway i got u with the holos hehe san's so cute pls i cry. i pulled san yeo n mingi then traded yeo for wooyoung bc somehow i stay loyal to that annoying little kid (lovingly) but truly idk how i do it????? i seem to pull at least one bias in whatever i buy it's super weird

ANYWAY we worry for a REASON do u see??? the shit u reblog??? hello??? UR SO SUS WE HAVE EVERRRRRRRY RIGHT TO WORRY SJGHSJDHS (lovingly) I'M TERRIFIED WHENEVER U REBLOG THINGS THAT SOMEHOW ARE ABLE TO RELATE TO EVIL JOONG

also. u best share w us when u leave for korea . n when u got there. let us know ur safe mwah mwah -san anon

everything reminds me of the answer -san anon ALSO TODAY ?? I SEE ATEEZ AGAIN AAAA if san doesn’t have the long black hair i wanted.. i’ll scream -san anon who somehow forgets to say everything i wanna say in one ask so i send 20

KAJJDFJLSDFK HI

dw about sending me a bunch of asks ehehe im happy to get them !!

but omg yes those cards are so cute ... and KLAJSD;FKJ i was litcherally gonna ask if you traded for wooyoung lol so im glad that you managed to get him ! BUT PLESKJAJFLS;DFJ I LOVE REBLOGGING VAGUELY MENACING POSTS ITS SO FUNNY TO ME MAKSLJDFKASDF i see the word evil and i hit rb its instantaneous ... eheheh and yes i shall keep you all updated when i arrive !!! and right before i get on the plane maybe ehehe im so LKAJFLKSDF but im sure everything will be alright ...... BUT LISTEN i still dont have my visa. and the embassy has my passport. so its not like i can just enter the country without a visa. which i could do bc im american but like them having my passport makes it so that i simply cannot leave america. so i called them this morning and was like "heyyyy best friends ... its been almost a full month .... can i have the visa pls ..." and they were like "um........... okay yeah ig we can mail it monday...." WHICH IS STILL WAY TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING BUT ...AJSD;FASDFKLASJDLKFJ im just glad they say itll be mailed .

BUT ANYWAYS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!! i hope you [looks at timezones] ARE CURRENTLY HAVING FUN !!! hehe how did you react to mingi's hair you must tell me bc i giggled i cant lie there was an audible laugh KLJA;LSDFKJASDFL BUT ANYWAYS ALSJDKFAKSJDF HAVE FUN !!!!!!! TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT WHEN YOU'RE BACK !!!!!

and omg that tiktok.... pls i saw that too and its an honestly good association like .... LKAJLKFJSAKJDF VALID ANYWAYS ILY I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN !!!!

[h0ney-dames]

🌷~ASPEN🐰| NERVOUS BUNNY SHIFTER

(Redacted oc)

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Showing your new bunny shifter his room

Sloan POV

You walked into the house, carrying a box of groceries, it was late at night when you got a call from asking her to collect a child, of course, you didn't mind. It was far better than leaving the child stranded all day waiting for sunset

The apartment was clean, as you had recently cleaned up the spare bedroom for any kids she fostered

“Ok, welcome.. uh..” she realised that the department had never properly introduced the kid to her. Which was typical, the person handing off the child seemed rather.. ditzy.

“..a-aspen..” the little bunny shifter was awkwardly fiddling with his hair.

“Well, Aspen, I'm Sloan.. how about I give you a tour? I know the apartments are small, but it's still cosy!”

Aspen slowly looked up, glancing around “..p-pretty house..”

At least the kid had complimented your amazing decorating skills.. even though the house had more of a dark aesthetic.. and the kid seemed quite pastel

“Mhm, glad you like it buddy.. now how about, you and I, go check out the living room? Cus you look like a hungry little bunny”

The boy made a small squeak but followed you towards the living room, you sat down on the sofa, gesturing for him to sit next to you, you turned on the TV, and it opened to the news reporting about a murder. Not exactly child-friendly. So you changed the channel, it was rerunning old moomins episodes

Aspen looked at the TV like he had never seen one before, his little bag still on his back. “Here let me take that bun” You gently took his bag off his back, setting it outside his soon-to-be bedroom.

“I-I'm sorry..” he whispered, it was barely audible, you felt horrible for the kid, he looked so scared.

You walked off to the kitchen, making some sandwiches to go with cookies you had stress-baked earlier, the department's file on the kid didn't say he was allergic to anything, which was good to know.

You walked out with two plates, one had a cheese and ham sandwich, and a packet of salted crisps, and the other had a cheese and ham sandwich with BBQ crisps.

You watched your new little ward's eyes light up, he sat with his legs crossed, the plate on his lap, you opened up your sandwich, placing the BBQ crisps inside of it

“..how’d.. how did you do that..” the boy looked between his sandwich and yours

“Here bun... you take the bread off.. then sprinkle all your crisps on it!” You demonstrated the process for the boy, who looked like you had just shown him how to make fire, he bit into his sandwich, the texture was weird, but it tasted good!

You both sat quietly, eating your food, watching moomins.. “.. I like snufkin.. h-he’s green.. I like green..”

You giggled softly at the little boy “Mhm, that's very smart buddy, snufkin is a very good character..”

“I know my colours… i-i like colours” The boy seemed to be opening up little by little, getting used to being around you.

You gently pat his head, you watched as he flinched he wasn't used to gently touching, you slowly pulled your hand away to show the kid it was ok

“How about... I tell you stuff about me, and you do the same?.. that ok?..”

The boy nodded, turning to face Sloan

“Ok, I'm Sloan, I am a vampire, but I promise I won't drink your blood.. hmm.. oh I'm genderfluid… an-“

“What that..” he hadn't been taught about different types of people

“Genderfluid is… where somedays, I wanna be a girl, somedays I wanna be a boy, and somedays... I dont want anything”

The boy seemed a little shocked but less shocked than other foster kids, he didn't think that was a thing.. “oh… o-okay.. uh.. i-im aspen… im… imma bunny.. sh-shifter.. an-and… i-.. i-i don't know..” he seemed to slowly be panicking more as he talk

“Hey, hey... it's ok!-.. we can… we can think of more fun facts to tell people, in the morning... right now it's pretty late for you”

The boy nodded quietly, gently rubbing his eyes.. he was very tired

“Can I lift you or do you wanna be a big boy and walk?”

He stood up, wanting to walk over to his new room by himself... you offered him your hand which he slowly took

You slowly opened the door to his new bedroom, it was decorated pretty basically, you normally weren't told what kind of kid you were getting till you got to the department.

You looked down at the little kid, whose eyes were locked directly on the bed and the blankets and plushies, you were slightly worried you had messed up.

“Bun you oka-“

He interrupted before you could finish “.. That's my bed..” he sounded so happy.

“Mhm bun, that's your bed, come on I can tuck you in once we get some pjs on you”

You helped Aspen put on a little onesie, it was a green dinosaur one, you made sure to respect Aspen, making sure he was ok with you helping him get dressed so he didn't cry

You gently lifted him up onto the bed, he was too excited to flinch, sinking down into the covers. “Now, my scary little dinosaur bunny.. would you like a plushie for bedtime? Or do you sleep without one?”

“I'm not allowed that..”

“Not allowed what bun?”

“Plushies.. dada said that plushies are for.. for losers…”

The fact that the boy's dad had burned that into his head “..well, your dad isn't here, and I say, plushies are meant to keep ya safe”

He was processing it… “..I-I'd like the plushie..” he looked up at you, you walked over to the box, holding up a couple of plushies till you saw his little eyes light up, even if the kid didn't know he was picking a plushie, he clearly had favourite

You tucked it in next to him, stroking his hair “Now… I need to plan dinner for tomorrow.. so what would you like to eat bun?”

He yawned, pulling the plushie under the covers, holding it awkwardly. “.. I like soup.”

You smiled gently, still stroking his hair as his eyes closed, it was good that he had finally started to let you touch him without flinching.

“Ok soup it is buddy… ill make the best soup ever for you and your little kitty plushie”

The boy's eyes followed you as you shut the curtains in the room, and he looked down at his plushie.. now tucked against his chest*

“..t-this is mine?..”

“All yours bun..”

You walked over, tucking him in and kissing his forehead, before leaving the boy to sleep.

[ennabear]

EHEHEHEHEEEE I’M GIGGLING SO HARD WHILE TYPING TJIS OH EM GEE!!!!! plutobear producing another absolute masterpiece to grace our hungry eyes… all i can think to say is THANKKK YOUUU!!!!! me writing this request like “omg this is so hot i think i might die” but then reading your writing all the way from heaven cause i DID die… that’s how you know it’s a good fic!!!!! 😋 i’m gonna try not to yap too much because i’m barely awake rn and if i yap too much it won’t make ANY sense i’m afraid…

but anywayssss i’d like us all to give a big standing ovation to my twin for this… i’m actually shaking rn!!!!! my favorite writer and my best friend writing about my literal wife??? yeah… i’m shoving this up my ass… :smirkussy:

you gazed down at sevika from your spot, lovingly straddling her torso, intently watching every microscopic change in her features. she helplessly stared up at you, eyes as gray as the goddess athena's, round and teary, near overflowing with pure, unadulterated need.

I KNOW DATS RIGHT!!!!! the way you describe her is PERFECT omg. her big beautiful eyeballs 😭😭 what i wouldn’t give to smooch them… anywho… ugh this is EXACTLY why i didn’t wanna make you write about sevika, cause now you’re writing my own wife better than i can and i’m embarrassed…

just kidding tho, i’d fr slurp up anything and EVERYTHING you write, especially about her!!!!! my sevibear!!!!!!!! my plutobear writing about my sevibear!!!!!!! imma sob, can i use your shoulder rq??? 😭😭😭

you were planning on making this exhilarating for you, while being torturous for the woman underneath you.

YUPPPP DATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR!!!!! :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: :smirkussy: GIVE. IT. TO. ME. NOW.

her eyes flickered up and down your bare form, eying every curve and valley hungrily, she took in every little detail before bringing her eyes back up to meet yours. "you plan on doing anything? sometime tonight, preferably." she huffed in exasperation, her low voice gravelly, yet there's the unmistakable trembling only someone who'd give anything to cum possesses. "oh? i'm fine doing this all night, actually. don't rush me."

THIS FUCKING DIVAAAA IM IN TEARS 😭😭 SO CANON SO CANON SO CANON SO CANON!!!!! MY FAVORITEST BRAT HEHEHE 🤎 omg i’m gonna melt this is so hot, i need to shut her up like this so badly…. PLUTOOOOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEE?????? i’ve died and gone to heaven and died in heaven and now i’m going to hell for the thoughts i’m having….

sevika's dark hair is disheveled, sprawled across the pale pillow, her toffee skin gleaming with sweat, she looked ethereal. every move you make is slow, calculated, enticing. designed to drive her insane, make her whine and clench around nothing but air-and she does exactly that when she feels your dripping folds make contact with her quivering abs. she squirms below you, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, and closing her eyes as tight as she can, inhaling sharply.

the way i audibly “awwwwww”ed when i read this the way i keep audibly “awwwwww”ing whenever i read this 🥹🥹 i need to see her so intimately like this, messy hair and sweating and deep in subspace…. omg my eyes are sweating ahahaha so crazy… i wonder why…

you hadn't even started moving yet, but the wetness, the slick sound, the warmth of you on her skin was driving her over the edge. if so much as a gust of wind kissed her pussy, she'd be crying out and gushing all over the place. unfortunately you were indoors, so she'd have to suffer a little longer.

the way this is real actually… i know from experience… my baby is so sensitive!!!!! call me a gust of wind the way i’m kissing her pussy and making her squirt… ummmm…

• parson my french

idk who said that… but fr the way you write is so addicting 😭 i wanna slurp it up and get high on it until it’s the only thing i can feel… i’ll actually NEVER stop thanking you for this one…

and sevika? she can't do anything but just gawk at you, observe how you throw your head back in ecstasy, your pretty moans filling the room, along with the obscene slapping sounds of skin against skin. you transition to a circular motion, gyrating your hips against her taut abdomen, soaking every square inch of her, including her happy trail. can't forget that, can we.

NOPE NUH UH WE HAVENT FORGOTTEN!!!! when i die i wanna be buried in her happy trail (as if i’m not already buried in it 🤦) and i need every single one of these words engraved on my headstone. no exceptions. idk who’s gonna be in charge of me when i die but i AM expecting this and if i don’t get it i’m haunting y’all forever… sending out little ghost reblogs of this 69 years after i’ve died because it really is that good… and if i catch a single one of you who HASNT sank their teeth into this yet, WTF ARE YOU DOINGGGGGG????? plutobae is over here overtime to feed us this yummalicious content and you haven’t sat tf down??? hmmm… i’m shaking my head…

"b-baby-ah", words are failing her, her voice high pitched and shaky. her hands find their way to your hips, and she assists you in your mission, the sensation of the cold metal of her mechanical arm sending shocks up your spine.

words have failed you as well, nothing but grunts and whimpers resembling sevika's name falling from your lips. your ruts speed up, no longer following any rhyme or reason, all you can think about is getting to that peak. you're so absorbed in how her muscles feel against your pussy, you are almost brought to the point of forgetting where you were.

yeah… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 words are failing me fr, i’m actually CRAVING this with her. now. asapricky. also the way you describe her mech arm is so delightful… i need it in me… i’m literally forgetting where i am rn, the room is spinning, i’ve lost track of time, and i don’t think i’m on this planet anymore… IT’S ALL YOUR FAULTTTT!!! (thank you 🤭)

with a cry you're hit with blinding pleasure, all your senses cutting out. you hump against her some more, riding out the high as much as you could before the throes of overstimulation took their hold, and your body was enveloped with waves of relaxation.

^^^^ literally me reading this, the writing is so good it makes me black out for a bit… i’ll literally never ever stop singing your praises cause this is actually killing me. my plutobae. the link to my rhett. the mocha to my milk. what the actual fuck is your problem. i love you.

you come to, and look down, your eyes meeting those of sev's, her mouth slightly open, arms limp by her sides, chest heaving up and down as she-and you-register what happened. you climb off of her and fall in an embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. the heat of embarrassment and realization spreads throughout the surface of the skin, only you're brought out of it by sevika's sugary voice. she sounds dazed, high as a kite, speaking slowly, "that...was so hot. you're so hot. my turn?"

lord i think someone’s cutting onions because my eyes are just so wet rn 😭 (and they’re not the only thing that’s wet) burying my face in her neck… cuddling with her before round two… i am yearning for it… and her calling me hot???? yeah. it’s over. pluto try not to write perfect dialogue challenge FAILED!!!! ❌

omg… and now i’m sad that it’s over… i’m literally never gonna stop begging you to write about her again because this is actually. the best thing that’s ever happened to me and also the thing that’s gonna kill me. SO PERFECTTT it makes me cry. crying because it’s hot and adorable and beautifully written but also because i actually love you so much it makes me dizzy and i can’t believe you actually wrote about my wife. i’m so proud… and excited… and horny… and sad that it’s over… and and and and… i’m done…. thank you…… 🙇

haiii pludawg… 😇

i’m thinking about sloppy and wet ab riding with sub!sevika, pinning her to the bed with your thighs and riding her into the mattress, she’d get so flustered as you overpower her and she’d just gawk at you like the cutie pie she is while you leave a sticky trail all over her abs… continue this however u want 🤎

thanks a million!!! 😋

☆: hey chat, have something new hehe. sev has been turning me into a MONSTER lately and i had to get this outta my system. ok enna this idea. i have no words. this is the most scrumdiddlyumptious thing ive literally ever heard im gonna start freaking the fart out are u fr...omg. wow...i love u sm for this💚AHHHH I NEED HER.

you gazed down at sevika from your spot, lovingly straddling her torso, intently watching every microscopic change in her features. she helplessly stared up at you, eyes as gray as the goddess athena's, round and teary, near overflowing with pure, unadulterated need.

you wanted her just as much, if not more, only you were better at acting, so you didn't let her sense it and take the chance to rip this moment away from you. you knew her, and she'd give her all to try.

your hot, naked bodies pressed together, it had been eons of simple messing around— neither had their sweet release just yet.

you were planning on making this exhilarating for you, while being torturous for the woman underneath you.

her eyes flickered up and down your bare form, eying every curve and valley hungrily, she took in every little detail before bringing her eyes back up to meet yours. “you plan on doing anything? sometime tonight, preferably.” she huffed in exasperation, her low voice gravelly, yet there's the unmistakable trembling only someone who'd give anything to cum possesses. “oh? i'm fine doing this all night, actually. don't rush me.” stern, but sweet, the sound of your voice makes her break eye contact bashfully. you aren't able to stop the smirk that stretches across your lips, and you tighten your grip on her arms—both flesh and mechanical—on either side of her head. sevika's dark hair is disheveled, sprawled across the pale pillow, her toffee skin gleaming with sweat, she looked ethereal. every move you make is slow, calculated, enticing. designed to drive her insane, make her whine and clench around nothing but air—and she does exactly that when she feels your dripping folds make contact with her quivering abs. she squirms below you, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, and closing her eyes as tight as she can, inhaling sharply.

you hadn't even started moving yet, but the wetness, the slick sound, the warmth of you on her skin was driving her over the edge. if so much as a gust of wind kissed her pussy, she'd be crying out and gushing all over the place. unfortunately you were indoors, so she'd have to suffer a little longer.

on your end, the contact is so good. you rock your hips back and forth on her just once, experimentally, but right away the pleasure pools in your abdomen, and you start rutting against her, chasing the mind-numbing feeling.

and sevika? she can't do anything but just gawk at you, observe how you throw your head back in ecstasy, your pretty moans filling the room, along with the obscene slapping sounds of skin against skin. you transition to a circular motion, gyrating your hips against her taut abdomen, soaking every square inch of her, including her happy trail. can't forget that, can we.

at this point, she can barely keep her eyes open, poor thing, so mesmerized by you in all your glory, grinding your hard clit selfishly against her like this, it was almost enough to make her finish just like that. within a fraction of a second.

“b-baby—ah”, words are failing her, her voice high pitched and shaky. her hands find their way to your hips, and she assists you in your mission, the sensation of the cold metal of her mechanical arm sending shocks up your spine.

words have failed you as well, nothing but grunts and whimpers resembling sevika's name falling from your lips. your ruts speed up, no longer following any rhyme or reason, all you can think about is getting to that peak. you're so absorbed in how her muscles feel against your pussy, you are almost brought to the point of forgetting where you were.

rhythmic “ah, hah, ah, ah—” following every thrust, the intensity of the impending orgasm swirling inside you, and she can't help but moan with you, the ache in her drooling core growing more uncomfortable by the moment.

with a cry you're hit with blinding pleasure, all your senses cutting out. you hump against her some more, riding out the high as much as you could before the throes of overstimulation took their hold, and your body was enveloped with waves of relaxation.

you come to, and look down, your eyes meeting those of sev’s, her mouth slightly open, arms limp by her sides, chest heaving up and down as she—and you—register what happened. you climb off of her and fall in an embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. the heat of embarrassment and realization spreads throughout the surface of the skin, only you're brought out of it by sevika's sugary voice. she sounds dazed, high as a kite, speaking slowly, “that…was so hot. you're so hot. my turn?”

because this is my first fic for sev, im not gonna tag people but i will add her as an option and put my taglist here anyway ♡

[dobiemart]

pretty girl

pairing, steven “steve” harrington x reader

summary, y/n goes to the pharmacy to fix her monthly problem, but when she encounters steve and the boys during a troubled moment, will she fix theirs as well?

or

y/n saving steve (and his kiddo’s) asses

word count, 2.4k

byr, i literally said “bro remember that pharmacy scene from it? yeah yeah what if i wrote that for steve instead?” and this was the result

im back on my steve shit and i’ve decided he needs more attention because he doesn’t get enough despite the millions of people that love him and i put that on jesus christs name amen.

and again tysm for all the love on my stories yall had me kicking my feet yesterday ong

warnings, vaguely(?) detailed injuries, swearing, medical stuff??, creepy/pervy pharmacist, mentions of periods, bickering, flirting (reader and icky pharmacists), steve being a stressed out mama and our dusty bun being hurt.

you strolled through the almost vacant, chilly pharmacy, without many things in your mind. you were on a mission. get the pads, get all the snacks you could buy with 15 bucks, and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible.

you lazily dragged your feet against the dirty carpeted floor, eventually reaching the dreaded isle, feasting your gaze on the wide selection of feminine products the shelf stocked. it was surprisingly stocked with slightly damp cardboard, and the fact that the health department cared this much was slightly heartwarming.

after scanning for copious amounts of seconds, you locked your eyes desired box of extra strength and extra absorbent tampax, you gave a hefty sigh as your fingertips brushed over the cheap cardboard, picking it up with a scoff and a, “yeah, you’ll do.”

as soon as you grabbed the pack of beloved absorbent cotton, your stride to the row of sugar lined on the shelves was interrupted by the nagging tone of the door’s bell sung to you as multiple footsteps toppled in.

“dude, move—” “no, you move!” “you’re hurting me- watch the shoulder! watch it!” multiple voices could be heard from the front of the store, a few isles infront of where you were. you weren’t particularly keen to listen into people's conversations, but it did sound interesting.

rustling and grunting was heard from the isle directly in front of you after a few seconds, as well as more banter from the strangers. “okay– all this’ll be fine to use, for now at least.” one of the boys said, presumably sounding younger. “do we even have the money for all that?” another young voice said. a short period of silence falling over the store after that one, the calm, generic seasonal music being audible once again.

“holy shit- i forgot my wallet!” a somewhat familiar sounding man stated after, an obvious lower tone in his voice. “you forgot what!” both of the younger kids said in unison. a small giggle came from your mouth, but you quickly stopped it, as to not alarm them that you were listening.

needing a bit more information in the situation, you slyly walked over to the end of the isle, peeking over when you accidentally knocked a bottle of acetone over, making all three of the guys shoot their gazes over to you.

there stood the guys in all their glory; lucas sinclair with his arms overflowing with medical supplies, dustin henderson whose bloodied shoulder did not look so hot, and none other than steve harrington, forever and always looking like your typical, stressed out mother of 6, standing with his hands on his hips.

you pushed yourself out from the side and stared at them like a deer in headlights, while they were doing the same. nobody spoke up, nor did anyone blink. everyone was practicing cosplaying as statues, with steve being the first to snap out of it.

“you okay?” he cautiously asked as you too eventually snapped out of the shocked state you were in, quickly leaning over to pick up the grounded acidic chemical.

“yeah— yeah. ‘m fine. is he okay?” you replied after picking up the item and returning your gaze to dustin's shoulder yet again. it looked as if a bears’ claws had ripped his skin to the white meat, along with having some grudge against his blush pink shirt.

“it’s none of your busin—“ lucas interjected before getting cut off by the injured boy. “i got attacked by a goose,” he blurts out quickly. “yeah.. i was trying to give them some food and mama didn’t like that very much, as you could see.” he further explained with a toothless grin and small laugh.

“oh.. okay..?” you replied with an obvious tone filled with doubt, your eyes also squinting in question. but, if the boy said it was a goose, it was a goose. you had no room to judge nor question him. plus, geese could be some mean motherfu—

“we were just- in a small.. accident. we gotta get him cleaned up, but i forgot my wallet at home and these knuckleheads are short on funds, too.” the oldest male added himself into the conversation again, recollecting his spot as the first to acknowledge you while slightly shoving both of the younger boys’ heads.

as you looked closer at dustins’ gash, you’d figured there was no way he could roam the streets without it getting infected the second he walked out of here. the air in hawkins could get you sick if you breathed wrong, so you made a split second decision off the top of your head.

“stay right here. i'll get you your shit, but you gotta run when he's not looking.” you leaned closer to them, whispering loud enough for just them to hear. “what?! the hell are you about to go do?” lucas whisper-yelled back at you.

“do you want the boy to bleed out or not,” you replied harshly, wishing you’d just picked up your snacks and hauled ass back home. all three of them nodded quickly at the swap of your tone and you gave a single nod back, smoothing out your clothes and heading to the front desk.

you slightly pulled your top down, exposing the slightest bit of your bust as you sauntered up to the older pharmacist that was on his shift. giving him a bright smile and doe-like eyes as you locked gazes with him, slightly pulling your bottom lip with your top row of teeth.

“mr. keene! it’s so lovely to see you again.” you greeted with a sultry tone, dropping your voice to make it lower. “how’ve you been?”

“better now that you’re here, sweetheart. you look.. mature, as always,” he replied while shooting his eyes down to the valley of your breasts and back up before his gaze could linger. the glimmer in his eyes was sickening as he practically drooled from a simple question.

“well, thank you. you’re very kind, sir.” you mocked a surprised gasp, clasping a hand over your chest to continue to sell the act of purity and innocence to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love your hair? it makes you look just like tom cruise,” you said, leaning over the counter to give him a closer look to your bust, hoping and praying it would deter the man a little more.

“well,” he huffed out with a breathy laugh, slightly ruffling the greasy mop of remaining hair he had, “i don’t know about all that now, missy.” giving a slight chuckle after the statement.

“can i feel it? just once, it’ll only take a second. i promise.” you said while tutting your lip out, giving him the biggest, childlike puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

he gave a choked cough, ultimately replying with a small ‘sure,’ before leaning forward as well, giving you easier access to his drenched hair. it looked gross, and you could only imagine how horrendous it would feel beneath your fingertips.

as you pretended to reach out, you purposely aimed low as to strike the rack of cigarettes in your path instead. you’d totally thank yourself later for dodging that huge bullet and not having to steal disinfectant for your hands, too.

“shit! i’m so sorry, mr. keene, i didn’t mean to—“ you murmured out, giving him a forged impression of sympathy on your face as an addition to your apology.

“‘s okay.” he huffed out, bending over to start picking up the dropped packs of cancerous smokes. as he knelt, you quickly looked over your shoulder and signaled for the boys to leave.

turning your head back to the counter to make sure the older man wasn’t finished, you quietly slid a pack into your pants pocket before shifting back to watching mr. keene. a tiny smirk had sprouted and started to blossom on your face.

“steve! let’s go, dude!” you heard dustin usher the older guy in a quiet panic. “he's staring at the pretty girl that helped us,” lucas exaggerated his sigh, trying to pull steve out along with dustin. “psShh- did you just say ‘that pretty girl,” sinclair?! that pretty girl is y/n l/n! the prettiest girl i’ve ever fuckin’ seen at that,“ he drags on about her without noticing the precious time he was wasting.

you quickly chucked the pack of pads that had been resting on the stained countertop directly at steve's face. a clear sign for him to ‘get the fuck out!’ of the store. you tried your hardest not to chortle and burst out into giggles at the shocked expression sprouting across his features. he looked cute when he was surprised.

he caught them after they’d bounced off of his nose, still adorning that same expression with a small ‘o’ forming at his lips. he finally took the hint to run off with his boys, banging his back against the metal shelf before shuffling out quickly, along with the bell of the door repeating it’s irritating noise.

you gave one more quick glance at the man still kneeling at the ground, deciding to book it out the door as well. backing up slowly, you stepped far enough from the counter for your footsteps to not be very loud against the carpet. grabbing a quick pack of band aids, you turned around and ran out of the door, smirking even wider for actually getting away with this stupid plan.

hearing the bell above the door singing it’s sad song for the last time, you slowly rounded the corner to hear the voices bickering yet again.

“dude! that fuckin’ hurts!” “watch the language, dusty bun,” “can you let that go, steven-“ “can you both shut up?! or do you want him to actually die like that girl said–“ “THAT GIRL??!-“

you heard steve’s parental-like voice starting to ramble again as you fully rounded the corner, seeing them slumped on the side of the pharmacy’s wall.

they all looked at you with a similar expression as you walked closer, one that you didn’t really care to read that much. your mission had already been altered with another task. get the pads, check. get all the snacks you could buy with–, shit! how did you forget the damn snacks?! jesus h. christ, y/n. and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible. well, almost check.

you shuffled over to the boys and held out the box of carebear band aids you’d picked up without a second glance to lucas, who took them without words, but a small nod in thanks.

“here. for his cut. carebears fix everything, with their whole ‘power of positivity’ shebang, y’know?” you explained with a quick shrug, scanning your eyes over the small gash on his forehead that had started to open up again from how much he’d been looking up at you.

“thanks, for all of this. you really didn't have to pull that for us,” steve babbled out his gratitude, starting his mindless ranting yet again. did he always do that? or was it just around you? he’d been just fine talking to the younger guys.

“it’s really no problem. your buddy would’ve gotten a gnarly infection without it. plus, it’s not like you don't owe me for this.” you replied in an obvious tone, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you spoke.

“wh– oh! of course! obviously i owe you, big time. just let me know whenever you need something,” he continued his ramble, softly gesturing with his hands as he spoke. his face grew a soft pink hue as your eyes met his, only growing brighter when you talked back to him.

“cool. oh, by the way, i’m—“ “l/n. youre l/n.. right?” steve quickly cut you off, reciting your own last name to you and trying to pretend like he didn't just break into your sentence.

you gave a breathy laugh at his bright red complexion, ignoring the fact that he’d already known your name since hawkins wasn’t a very large town. “well, i’m y/n, actually, but the last name works too, harrington.” you replied to him with a small smile. he was cute when he was nervous.

“yeah– yeah i knew that,” he replies with a growing smile too. you two were practically lost in your own little moment before dustin interjected with his own sassy comment to break you two’s monologue up.

“sorry to ruin your ‘perfect movie moment’” he brought up his hands and scrunched his fingers in air quotations, slightly huffing as his shoulder blade moved, “but, i have a hot date with suzie to get to. so if we could hurry this up, that would be great.” the boy ushered at you and steve, as well as lucas to get him to hurry.

“of course. i’ll get out of your–“ pausing for a second, you motioned your hand to steve’s tousled locs that had obviously seen better times. thought, he still looked fine, dare you say finer with his usually upkept hair messed up and all over the place. “..hair. now. don’t forget about our deal, harrington.” you added while sliding your hands into your pockets.

his hands quickly shot up to try and fix the mess atop his head. “i’d never dream of it, l/n.” he shot back, a grin still spreading on his face as his hands stopped their work. you gave a curt nod before turning on your heels and starting your journey back home. you’d made it 3 steps away before steve’s voice interrupted you yet again.

“hey! uh– we’re gonna be at the drive in tomorrow, if you’d wanna come..?” he cautiously asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might've had. you were practically strangers, minus knowing names. “you don’t have to, of course. i don’t wanna push you into anythi–“

“sure thing,” you tried to nicely cut through his rambles, just so you wouldn’t have to stand there for another hour listening. “you could repay me there. take me as a date, yeah?” you shot back, steve having to do a double take of what you said at least 3 times before he came back down to earth.

“wh- yeah- i, uh– sure, obviously,” he tried to come up with a logical response and failed multiple times. after he realized how much he was going on about, he quickly looked down and scratched the back of his neck. you laughed at his antics and spun around once again, starting your walk back up.

“see you at 7?!” he yelled once more from behind your back. though, you didn’t turn back around, nor stop at that point. you kept on walking with your hands in your pockets, slightly looked over your shoulder, and shot him a sultry,

“yeah, harrington. see you at 7.”

thaasa wrap bestie baes and she theys

i whipped this up in a couple hours last night while i was watching it because that movie is yummalishous and i love patrick so it needed to be watched 

ive been popping these fics out of my ass bro LMAOO its crazy so expect that eddie one i promised sometime tomorrow

thank you sm again for all the love yall give me on these goofy ahh stories, i SCREAMED when i woke up and saw all the notifications fjsdkfsfsd

as always your likes and reblogs are alllwayyss appreciated 

andd if any of yall smexy mfs wanna like hop into my messages you can or wtv (ahaha please be my friend im lonely)

-corie :)

© dobiemart 2022

[onlyangelsupremacy]

FINALLY MY SECOND SMUT EVER.

I wrote this in a rush soo:0 sorry:/

Here we go;)

Domrry, daddy kink, choking, spitting, teasing, restriction, objectification.

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"Harry you have to close your eyes!" It was his birthday and i was trying to show him his last birthday present but he wasn't cooperative.

I was so nervous. I was dressed in a pretty pink lingerie and I was so wet too looking at him in his birthday it all black suit, it seeped through my lace panty making a wet spot there.

"How long are you going to take? Birthday boy is starving love" i blushed at his words and wore the robe on top of my lingerie covering it. I walked out seeing him on our white silk bed sat with his palms on his face covering his eyes.

He looked so much like a kid waiting for his toy it made me giggle internally.

"Okay open up big boy" he did not waste a second immediately removing his hands from his face as he looked right at me making my heart skip a beat.

I could see him getting hard. As he scanned me up an down finally his vision landing on my face as he smirked.

"What ya hiding under that huh darling?"

"Nothin- gosh im just nervous sorr-"

"Jen it's okay baby you know me you dont have to feel nervous with me"

"Okay here goes nothing" my hands landed on my robe as i slowly began to slide them down my shoulders as i walked towards him.

I could hear his audible gasp as his face turned red. His eyes running all over my body as he choked on his air.

"Fuck baby i didnt kno- i fuck damn me"

I rubbed my arm awkwardly not knowing what to do or say as he motioned me with his fingers towards him.

As soon as i was a foot away from him, he pulled me into a stradling position by my forearm. As my hands landed on his shoulders to stabilise myself.

"You don't know how lucky i am. God i wish u could see yourself right now, such a sexy litte thing you are Jen. I dont know how I'm gonna last baby i really dont. I feel like I'd bust any minute right now to be honest". He said as he chucked making me laugh with.

"Its alright you can always make up for it by head" i said winking at him as he shook his head chuckling more.

He caressing my body with his hands slowly keeping eye contact with me. The lower his hands went the more i was finding it hard to breathe.

"H please don't tease me"

"You're the one to tell me that when you were teasing me the whole day today huh honey" he asked me tilting his face.

His hands eventually made they're way to my breasts as he kneaded them harshly grazing my hard nipples.

I whimpered as i buried my face in his neck. He immediately wrapped uis fingers around my jaw tilting my face as he placed his lips on mine desperately.

Our lips molded together perfectly as he slid his eager tongue in letting it explore my mouth.

I started grinding my hips down onto his crotch unknowingly making him hiss and thrust his hips up against my pussy making me whine in the kiss.

I was thrown on the bed in a matter of seconds as he crawled on top of me. His cross chain landing on my cleavage as he smirked at the sight.

"Mmm birthday boy wants it hard and rough darling he wants to feel his pretty girl tremble under him, screaming his name but tell me baby how do you want it huh? Fast? Slow? From the back? Tell me" he urged me biting his bottom lip looking down at mt cleavage.

"Birthday boy can have me anyway he wants me. Its your birthday after all just think of me as a gift a mere item. Use me, please harry"

"Mmm you said it darling, now its time for birthday boy to have fun with his present don't ya think?"

He immediately took his tie off and brought both my hands to the headboard tying it together there. As his hands gripped my jaw opening my mouth and spitting into it. I swallowed whimpering.

He took off my lace underwear and threw it on the floor spreading my legs and throwing them above his shoulders. He bent down flattening his tongue on my cunt. As i moaned at the sensation.

"Daddy fuck" i whined. As he started kitten licking my clit making eye contact with me as he kissed and sucked it with his lightly puffed up lips.

His eyes had a naughty glint as he his tongue dived into my pussy sucking and licking instantly. As i screamed his name squirming.

He slowly slid in two fingers and started fucking me with them relentlessly. As i watched him gather his saliva, spitting on my clit as he watched it drip down to my entrance.

As he placed his thumb on my clit and started to massage it. "Fuck so fucking dirty"

I moaned at his words and lifted my hips desperately as he pushed me down with his hands on my waist.

"Needy are we darling? Hm?" He questioned making me blush.

"Harry pretty please just fuck me i cant wait anymore daddy"

"Mmm since u begged"

He took his fingers out of me and flipped me around my face pressed to the mattress and my ass up. As he held my hips and started to thrust into me sharply at a fast pace giving me no time to adjust.

"Oh god daddy" i whimpered and whined as his thrusts god harder and harder.

"Fuck you feel so good jeneive soo good baby, so warm so perfect"

As one of his hand landed on my neck wrapping around it using it as a leverage to fuck into me. His other reached fowared to take my nipple between his finger and pinched it making me scream.

"Im not going to last baby i need you to come please i want to feel you come hon- fuck i need to feel you come baby can you do that for me? You're such a good girl aren't you"

Thats was enough to drive me to the edge as i screamed his name as i came hard on his dick and fingers.

He reached his high soon after that burying his face in my neck whimpering, and moaning my name.

As his tired body pulled out of me and fell beside me on the bed.

"God that was amazing"

"Hell yea it was"

As i choked out a laugh from how worned out i was.

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There we gooo finally!

This took long tbfh

Also tell me what u guys want next:))) maybe subrry;)

Untill then love ya stay highdrated!

-Jan