#Jo Li Eats

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Jo Li Eats… "Crunch Tators" Mesquite Flavor by Jo Li KMC on YouTube

[kaitcake1289]

sometimes mythic quest headcanons come to me naturally like i will wonder if i’m lactose intolerant then will see a stat that says 2/3 asian people are lactose intolerant and then be like oh cool so poppy and brad are lactose intolerant and rachel isn’t

[ryan-is-a-god]

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CONDIMENTS!!!!!

NO ONE NEEDS THAT MANY CONDIMENTS! AND BEFORE YOU SAY "THERES NO SUCH THING AS TOO MANY CONDIMENTS"

NO- NO- YOU THINK THAT, AND THEN ONE DAY YOU OPEN YOUR FRIDGE, YOU BOUGHT SOMETHING REAL, FRUIT, VEGETABLES, JUICE, IDC EVEN A GODDANMED CAKE AND WHAT DO YOU FIND? SO MANY CONDIMENTS YOU'RE DROWNING IN THEM! THEY AREN'T EVEN EXPIRED SO YOU CANT JUSTIFY TRASHING THEM AND THEY AREN'T EVEN YOURS SO YOU WOULDN'T!!!!

THERE IS NO SURFACE AREA NOT INHABITANTED WITH CONDIMENTS, AND ON TOP OF THEM IS MORE CONDIMENTS!!!

IM NOT EVEN OVER EXAGGERATING THIS LITERALLY JUST HAPPENED!!!!

[kajibunny]

.⋆｡🍓࿔˚what their kisses taste like...⊹ ࣪˖🍰˚⊹♡ w/ wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: ren kaji, haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, mitsuki kiryu ✿ contains: fluffy fluff fluff, looots of kissing, descriptions of the way they taste ✿ a/n: i honestly think they would all taste really good (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹ that's it, that's the post i guess! happy reading, cuties! ♥︎ ✿ wc: 1.5k

ʚɞ kaji - 

kaji asked you to hold his lollipop for him, entrusting you with his half-eaten candy in your hands while he went to buy a drink from the vending machine.

you pop the sweet sucker into your mouth, an unconscious habit. ever since you two got together you've always shared everything with kaji, so sharing his lollipop should be no exception, right? 

"that's mine." his eyes are now fixated on your mouth, where his lollipop stick hangs out of, and he can't help but think about how it's just been in his mouth about ten seconds ago, and he wondered if you could taste him on it too. 

"i'll buy you some more tomorrow." you told him, with no intention of giving back his lollipop at all.

"it's okay. i don't mind sharing with you." kaji takes out the lollipop from your mouth and gives you a taste of his own lips instead, pressing it against yours fervently. 

oh, so that's what he meant by sharing. 

notes of peach faintly made its way onto your lips, and transferring over to his as well. "this is mine, too." he declares, once again staking his claim on your mouth, which tasted just as sweet as the lollipop he just had, maybe even sweeter. 

kissing you left such a nice taste, fueling kaji's desire for more, so much so that it made him contemplate about the thought of replacing his lollipops with your lips instead.

ʚɞ sakura - 

sakura is still so, so blushy around you, even though you two have spent multiple nights together, his face still flushes scarlet whenever you did your nightly self-care routine, your shoulder touching his while he was brushing his teeth over the sink. he finished up and rinsed off, while you waited for him with a huge, proud smile on your face.

"good job, baby!" you peck his lips, obsessed with the way he adorably heats up every time you praise him, this time it was for not forgetting to brush before bedtime.

"wh-what are you doing!?" he jumps up after he felt your lips on his, which tasted of spearmint from the toothpaste he had just used. 

"giving you your goodnight kiss!" you replied, with a matter-of-factly tone.

the next night, sakura brushed his teeth again in your shared bathroom while you hovered over the sink, your cleanser in hand. after rinsing his mouth, he just stood there expectantly, as if waiting for you to do something. 

he stared at you with a blush sprawled across his face. "y-you're forgetting something!" he blurted out. you shot him a puzzled look. "am i?" 

sakura's eyes darted down to your lips, giving you a hint of just what he needed from you. "oh, your goodnight kiss? if you liked it so much, you should have said so!" you giggled, smooching sakura's lips like there's no tomorrow. 

ʚɞ suo - 

to say that suo is playful would be an understatement. underneath that sweet, smiling face, lies beneath a naughty guy who has an obsession with the way you taste.

"you have a little teacake at the corner of your mouth." suo, feigning concern, points to the space beside your lips.

"where?" you ask as you try to search for it with your fingertips, to no avail. your eyes brought itself back to suo's scarlet ones, now inches away from your face. 

his lips captures yours in an unexpected kiss, and suo's tongue darts out to lick off the little crumb of teacake at the corner of your mouth. "there, all gone!" he hums happily, a grin on his face, drinking his tea as if his mouth was not latched on to yours just two seconds ago.

now you know why you barely ever get to see suo eat, it's because he'll only eat if it tastes like you. 

ʚɞ umemiya -

you were supposed to wake umemiya up from his nap on the hammock five minutes ago, but how could you? 

his eyes were fluttered shut, hair down and relaxed, umemiya's chest heaving softly, looking like he was so at peace. you hoped he had been dreaming about you, which he probably was, judging from the way a content smile made its way across his lips. 

you just couldn't help yourself as you angled down and gave him a quick little kiss. you giggled to yourself as you caught the aroma of fresh herbs from kissing him, he was probably picking and sampling them and decided to take a little nap afterwards.

umemiya's eyes slowly opened to the sight of you, him immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the hammock with him. "i didn't even feel that, can you give me one more? pleeeease?" he pleaded, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. 

you complied, giving him another kiss, and he went to deepen it by pulling you even closer. "can you wake me up like this all the time?" umemiya could definitely see himself quickly becoming addicted to your kisses. 

you sighed and giggled, tightly embracing him. how could you ever say no to this man?

ʚɞ togame -

togame was definitely tall, no doubt about it. of course it has its perks and advantages too, like he can reach things for you really easily, he gave the greatest piggyback rides, he was your human furnace during cold nights, and the likes. 

but one thing his height got in the way of was kissing. particularly whenever you wanted to kiss him.

you tugged on togame's robe in a futile attempt to pull him down closer to you. a "hmm?" escaping togame's lips, as a little smile made its way across. he continued drinking his ramune while his eyes made its way to your form. 

"you're too tall, jo." you sighed. even on your tiptoes, you failed to bring his face down to your level so you could kiss him. 

"that so?" he let out a slight chuckle. togame eventually lends you a little help as he leans down until his face was directly in front of yours.

"you could've kissed me if you tried just a little harder, angel." he caresses your cheek, lightly teasing you, his lips capturing yours in a long, slow and passionate kiss. 

"i wanted to kiss you properly." a pout present on your lips. togame loved your cute little pout, it made him want to kiss you more and more. 

"don't worry, we can do it again and again until you are satisfied." 

jo togame was insatiable for you, loving the way you taste, always hungry for more. 

ʚɞ kiryu - 

you have been crushing on kiryu for quite a while now, him being 'totally your type', as you talked about him on and on to your friends, them eagerly listening to you gushing about kiryu's pretty pink hair, soft gentle eyes, beautiful piercings, cat-like smile and not to mention his silly hotdog phone case. 

your friends told you to just go for it, be bold and just ask him if he was dating someone already so that you could cease daydreaming about him occupying your thoughts all day and night, preventing you from getting a proper good night's sleep. 

"kiryu, is there a girl you like?" you nervously ask him.

"there is, actually." he replies. "would you like to see her? i can show you." 

oh. so he had someone he liked already.

the way he smiled as he gave you a direct answer made you want to bury yourself in the ground and never come out.

"y-yeah, sure! i want to see. is she pretty?" you tried to hide the discouraged tone in your voice, thinking about how kiryu's thoughts are probably filled to the brim with his crush, like what you had with him. 

"she is! super pretty! this is her." he picks up his phone and flashes the screen in front of you. half of you did not want to see the object of kiryu's desires, but you were curious and the urge to peek won over you. 

on his phone was a picture of none other than you.

it was a zoomed in photo of you, smiling and laughing while you talked with your friends, and it seemed to be taken after you had just waved "hi" to kiryu. it took a while for you to comprehend that what he meant was that the girl he liked all this time was actually you. 

"she likes you too, kiryu." your cheeks were tinged as pink as his hair, and as pink as kiryu's kissable lips. 

speaking of kiryu's kissable lips, they were making their way onto yours now, brushing against yours, as you felt the cold metal of his labret piercing touch the bottom of your lip. his lips were so soft and warm in contrast to his piercing.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time now." the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a sweet smile. little did kiryu know, you wanted his strawberry chapstick flavored kisses just as much, and maybe even longer.

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[archiverstappen]

HI!! Hope you are well! I was wondering if you could do a smau, ferrari!reader (daughter of the ferrari family, like hier to the company? Idk how to explain lol) x max verstappen, where they have known eachother for a while through Jos and stuff, and they are really close, but everyone thinks it's just because they are friends? And then max hard launched reader because everyone is shipping her with one of the ferrari boys? Thanks! <3

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[nightingalescall]

God's Perfect Lamb

Kingdom of Ebreau:

Prologue(you are here)|part 1|part 2

"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

You screamed as you free fell from the sky. The wind whistled pass you, whipping your hair and slapping your cheeks until they stung. You flailed about, thrashing your arms and legs in the air, desperately hoping to slow your descend into inevitable doom.

This day could not get any weirder. You thought the day when you got transmigrated into this world took first place in that department but fate took that as a challenge and proceeded to completely and utterly prove you wrong. The day you got here, at least you were safely lying in an open field on the outskirts of the city, unlike now where you were falling to your death from the sky.

You had endured a great amount of hardship during your stay in this world. You know all those stories about someone getting transmigrated into a parallel world as a noble or wealthy merchant or maybe even a royal? Well, you didn't get that privilege. You weren't placed into the body of a princess, a duchess, a countess or.....anybody, to be honest. You were just you. Plain old (y/n). So the idea living a life of luxury and comfort was thrown straight out the window at that revelation. You had nothing with you. No money, no property, no status. You had to start from the ground up if you have wanted to survive in this new world.

But that wasn't the biggest problem. By "nothing", that includes having no form of identification. You're not sure if it's just a subject of it never being brought up in those novels or if identification just wasn't a thing in those world, but in this one, it was a serious issue.

Having neither a place to stay nor enough money to buy one, you were forced onto the streets until you had the finances to own one. So it wasn't unexpected when the authorities took notice of you and brought you to their headquarters to give you necessary aid. It was all going well until they found out they had absolutely no record on you in their database. That's when they became hostile and grilled you to no end.

You couldn't just say you were from another universe and you had no information to based any lies on so many of their question were met with a silent stare or a soft "um".

In the end, they decided to label you a person of interest and should be kept under surveillance since they had no dirt on you to convict or pardon any crimes you may have potentially committed (even though you didn't). You were both relieved and surprised at the conclusion they came to since even you, yourself were convinced they were going to throw you in jail.

With no charges pressed on you, you were free to go. But where though? You were still homeless, jobless and penniless. Pitying you, they ended up giving you the help they initially planned on giving. They gave you a job.

And that's how you ended up as their errand girl. Any trivial or simple matters such as relaying messages to guards, sending documents to scribes and then retrieving them, delivering packages to and from the headquarters etc etc. It was an easy job so the low pay wasn't a surprise. It was barely enough for the small house you rented a few blocks away from headquarters. However, you were given food and allowed to eat with the guards at headquarters everyday as long as you remained their errand girl so that saves you the money and worry of getting enough to eat. It was a win-win situation for both parties. You get a job and the guards can always keep on eye on you. Thus, even with little to no money to your name, you settled into your new life in this world.

It's been more than a year since your transmigration and to be honest..... You were sick of this place. Remember the aforementioned win-win situation? Yeah, that was only in the beginning. As time went on and your suspicion has pretty much been cleared up, you were still stuck with doing this minimum wage job (if that was even a concept in this world). Just because you were getting by with this job doesn't mean you were happy with it. You only had enough for daily necessities. It's already been a long time since you've arrived here and you had not once enjoyed any type of indulgence in that time gap. Just work, work, work. Those damned guards keep saying you still need to be under surveillance but you knew well that they were just trying to keep you around to do their bidding. Honestly, what kind of guard lets a potential fugitive into their room to get something for them? You knew they trusted you. That's why they wanted you to stay as their little helper.

So here you are now. In the middle of the night, on your way back to headquarters after helping deliver a package to the biggest temple in the country, the Temple of Sonnet. This world, or at least Ebreau in particular, was a country of strong faith. They are a religious country where every citizen worshiped Calerus. Though his title may vary from person to person, it’s always some form of wealth and gold so most people call him the God of Prosperity.

With religion being such as important part of the kingdom, it wasn't surprising when you found out the temple worked in close relation with the imperial palace. The Royal family of Ebreau collaborated with the Temple of Sonnet in both political and cultural aspect. Organising nationwide celebrations, meeting with diplomats from afar, anything that are related to the affairs of the country, chances are both parties are involved. Basically, you mess with the temple, you mess with the Royal family. So definitely not someplace you like hanging about at, lest you want to accidentally offend someone and get a ticket straight to getting-your-head-chopped-off town.

The cold breeze of the night sent shivers down your spine as it blew into your thin clothing. You rubbed your hands together, desperately trying to warm them up but to no avail. You scurried through the courtyard quickly, making your way back to the entrance of the temple. It was relatively silent, saved for your footsteps and the distant sound of flowing water from a fountain somewhere.

Thankfully, the walk was a short one. Reaching the opened gate of the entrance, you walked past the two statues of Calerus at each side of the gate and out back onto the familiar cobble walkway. You snuck a few glances at the white statues of the god of this kingdom as you passed by.

Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the white marble eyes of the statue staring down at you, its mouth curved downward as both hands were outstretched to the side with white round discs made to look like gold coins pouring out of its hands and onto the base of the statue.

This was how the people of Ebreau depicted their God. Sharp eyes casted downwards, overseeing and observing their every move, his hands overflowing with gold, symbolising his absolute authority over the wealth in the land.

You stood, staring at the statue as you were reminded of the saying of the people.

Calerus, the prosperous.

Calerus, the strategist.

Calerus, the omnipresent.

Calerus, the all knowing.

Calerus, the god of Ebreau.

"All is within his hand. Follow his plan and golden rain shall pour at your journey's end."

...

"Tch."

You clicked your tongue as you turned away abruptly from the statue and continued on your way back. A look of disdain plastered on your face as you marched off from the temple.

The more you thought about how worshiped Calerus was and how many praises the people sang for him, the more angry you got. You weren't jealous. No, you weren't some narcissist with a god complex who wanted this sort of treatment. Of course not. What you were pissed about was how Ebreauans talk about how everything in life was Calerus' work. His plan, so to speak that allowed you to prosper and succeed. They claim that all challenges are obstacles on a path towards prosperity that Calerus has specifically chosen for someone.

"Everything has a purpose and meaning."

Well, personally, you though it was pretty nonsense.

If this god of theirs was so smart and crafty, if everything truly happened according to his plan then why the heck were you here? Why were you here in this fantasty world? What purpose did He bring you here for? And why has that "purpose" not shown itself even after you've been thrown here for almost 2 years?!?!

In your mind, Calerus is nothing but a liar and a fraud. Where's the prosperity He promised? What did He have planned? Did He even have anything planned??

You were angry and with good reasons. The people you've met here have been telling you that Calerus has something planned for you even if you're not from Ebreau since day one. They assured you that He will look over you, even if you're not a follower. Yet, you've been met with nothing but problems and hardships during your stay here. And worse, you don't see it ever becoming better.

"What a scam."

You mumbled under your breath and scoffed.

"Ugh..Huh?"

You groaned softly as you suddenly felt lightheaded. You legs got weak and you began to wobble, stumbling forward a few steps. You pressed your hand to you head, applying pressure to both of your temples. Nausea seizes your body as you gagged.

"Huhg..!"

The world spun around you and the ground below your feet felt like it disappeared as you lost your footing. You fell forward and braced for impact.

But it never came.

...?

You slowly regain control as the short-lived dizziness subsides. The disorientation passes and you now realised the odd position you're in. You're...Floating? Your face was hovering several inches away from the ground despite your hands not supporting your upper body. And when did the streets of Ebreau get so....White and fluffy? In fact, they looked like cloud-

"Heretic."

A deep voice suddenly rumbled in your ears and your head shot up. A man with shoulder length grey hair stood before you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul as he spoke with authority. He donned black robes that exposed only his left arm and part of his chest. Golden streaks also lined themselves along the right sleeves and tails of the robe. He seemed.... Ethereal. Godly even.

Wait....Godly?

"C-calerus?”

You stuttered in fear and disbelief.

“One did not expect to be recognised by thou so quickly. Peculiar for a non believer."

Calerus suddenly lifted his right hand and flicked two of his fingers upwards. That's when you felt a force tugged you up from behind and you hung in midair in front of the god.

"Uwah!" You yelped at the sudden yank. Before you could even recompose yourself, Calerus continued speaking again.

"And to not posses any ounce of humility. Calling one by mine name. Who does thou think thou art?"

You felt a force wrap itself around your neck before squeezing. You gasped and grasped at the invisible force, desperate for it to let go or at least loosen. You choked.

"cough! Stop! P-cough!"

You pleaded as you gasped for air.

"Why would one do that?"

You continued to cough as the force squeezed tighter. You were gonna die. Oh god, you were gonna die. In panic, you blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Because, cough, you still, gasp, owe me!!"

The grip around your neck disappeared and you fell onto the soft ground (if it even was ground). You gasped and coughed. Your lungs greedily sucking in air now that your airways were opened again. That relief was short-lived however as the next moment, you felt a hand grabbed onto your jaw and forced your gaze up.

Calerus stared coldly into your eyes as he spoke.

"Elaborate."

You panicked. You just said that on a whim. Surely, you weren't actually going to ask for compensation from a god....right? There was no way you were going to pull though with what you just said.

The fire inside Calerus' golden eyes told you to do so otherwise, though. You swallowed before slowly speaking.

"You....You brought me here. Why? Why separate me from my family? Why separate me from my friends?"

Calerus raised an eyebrow.

"Bring thou here? To punish thee, of course. Thou spoke ill of mine name."

You shook your head.

"No. I meant, bring me to this world. To Ebreau. What reason do you have?"

Calerus fell silent. He seemed to be lost in thought. You waited agonisingly long before he spoke.

"So it is thou. Thou art the otherworldly traveler, yes?"

Otherworldly? Yes. Traveler? No. Kidnapping victim would be more accurate. Though, you simply nod at his question. It was close enough, you suppose.

He released you jaw and backed away. His gaze blank and devoid of emotion as he raised his hand again. You felt a soft tug this time and you were gently helped up onto your feet.

?

It..Worked?

Calerus sighed before saying,"It would indeed seem one has forgotten about thy needs after thou came to mine kingdom."

Your eyes widen in surprise at his confession

"One will give thee the compensation thou deserves."

"Wait, really?" You couldn't hold back your astonishment.

Calerus stayed quiet as you asked and you felt cold sweat rolled down your face, thinking your question may have angered him.

His gaze went down onto the ground for a brief moment before flicking back up to you.

"Yes. However, know that one was not the being that brought thee to this land."

You tilted your head. "You're not?"

"No. One merely accepted thy visit to mine kingdom."

"Then...Who did?" You asked, the words rolling off your tongue slowly

"Mine....Equal. A ruler of another land far from mine."

Your head was spinning from this revelation. Some other god brought you here? Why? And why let you stay under another god's rule? Before you could ask, Calerus had began to speak again.

"One is not enlightened with the reason why thou has been brought here but one admits fault for neglecting thee after accepting thee as one's own. As such..."

Calerus stepped forward, his steps firm and steady. He raised his right hand to his mouth before biting his index finger. A small wound appeared on his skin and you saw golden blood begin to seep out from the opening. He stretched out his right arm as he made his way towards you.

"W-what are you doing?" You fumbled over your words as you backed away in horror, clutching your hands over your chest.

But Calerus was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of you, finger pressing on your forehead. You felt the warm liquid dripping down your forehead as your eyes opened wide in fear, terrified at what he was going to do to you.

He began to chant.

"Might of the northern spirit, wisdom of the southern dragon, divinity of the elements of the east and west, hear one."

You wanted to pull away from his hand but be it fear or some other unknown force, you couldn't as you stayed rooted in place, breathing heavily from anxiety. If the god before you noticed your petrified state, he surely paid it no mind as he continued.

"Let the earth know that the power of gold shall have a vessel to call its own. Let the people rejoice for a vassal of Calerus, the Prosperous Lord shall walk among them. May the world celebrate the birth of mine lamb."

His finger left your forehead for a split second before it came back, colliding with your forehead as he flicked his finger against it. A surge of power shot into your head from his fingertip and spread throughout your body. The sheer magnitude of the force made you almost black out as your vision clouded with dark spots. As if you also suddenly got punched, you were propelled backwards, stumbling and struggling to catch yourself.

You felt yourself stepping on air and lost your balance, falling backwards. The ground(clouds?) had disappeared behind you, opening a small hole that let you fall through. You reached out your hand in a desperate attempt to hold onto something but to no avail.

You fell. Down and down until you could see that the "ground" you were standing on was indeed clouds in the sky. The sky. Calerus peeked his head over the edge, observing you as you fell with the same stoic look on his face. Just before he went out of hearing range, you heard him speak.

"One will be in touch."

He disappeared from view.

Now, back to the present, you were falling to your death, screaming and crying as you begged Calerus for mercy. Where's the compensation?! Was everything just now a trick?! Did you get scammed again?!

Tears rolled out of your eyes and flew into the air as you cried in fear, leaving behind trails of water droplets following your descend.

You sobbed as realisation kicked in that nobody was going to save you, as hopelessness consumed you to the point of not being able to think anymore.

The ground got closer and closer as the seconds ticked by. You closed your eyes which were still overflowing with tears, submitting to your faith and praying the impact will immediately kill you so you won't have to suffer in pain.

Goodbye.

"Ugh!"

You groaned as the impact came. Your back collided with the ground and you were....OK? You were in some pain but nothing too bad. In fact, the pain was already passing now.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and blinked away the tears still trapped inside. It was daytime already. How much time has passed? You looked around and saw petals of different hues falling down before landing on the dirt beside you. Above you, a tree with yellow leaves swayed gently, its branches lightly bouncing up and down while its yellow leaves, detached from their place on the branch, fell softly down and landed on your face. It seemed you fell through the tree just now. That would explain the tears on the hem of your sleeves.

Aurum trees?

Propping yourself up into a sitting position, you stared up as you wondered. While not rare or particularly hard to care for, aurum trees are only planted within temples of Ebreau due its yellow leaves. They are the only type of trees in Ebreau that grew leaves of that shade of yellow. A yellow similar to gold while not being being fully golden coloured. The colour yellow symbolises wealth in Ebreau and thus, indirectly their god, Calerus. They are a symbol of the divine hence why aurum trees are only grown in temples.

Then, that raises the question. Why were you at a temple?

You lowered your gaze from the tree and you nearly gasped from the scene in front of you. You were sitting in the middle of a flowerbed that consisted of various types of flowers with different hues for each one. Not far from you, rows of nuns and monks knelt in an orderly matter, faces all shocked and astonished. Some had their hands clasped together while some were covering their, what you assume to be, gaping mouths. Hushed whispers erupted as they stared and observed you. You even made eye contact with some of the nuns and monks in which all turned away immediately with flushed cheeks.

What's going on? Did you intrude on something? Oh no....

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a tall shadow suddenly loomed over you. Your head snapped upwards as you met eyes with the figure, a man dressed in white robes with golden embellishments around the collar and hem of the sleeves. His eyes were purple, like amethysts. Under the sunlight, his long blonde hair seemed glossy, shiny even as it draped over his shoulders while he towered over you. Despite his intimidating stance, a soft smile was present on his face as the tails of his eyes curved upwards slightly, giving the impression of a kind and good hearted soul.

The man knelt down, his sleeves fluttering gently due to the breeze. That's when you got a better look at his face. He looked familiar...

It wasn't until that soft and silky voice of his poured out of his mouth when you realised who he was.

"Hello, Messiah. We've been expecting your arrival." He placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head at you. "I am Saint Zephyr Venrose. Representing the temple of Sonnet, the esteemed imperial family and the whole of Ebreau, I humbly welcome you." He lifted his head and smiled. Your breath got caught in your throat as he confirmed your suspicions.

Zephyr Venrose. One of the few saints in all of Ebreau and head of the temple of Sonnet. Closely associated with the royals of the kingdom and is a man of power within the boarders of Ebreau. He often gives speeches given his position as head of the biggest temple in the country during festive events. That's where you've heard his voice the couple of times you were passing by or, if you were in a good mood, listening to him talk. You've never been able to get a good look at his face since you were always pushed back by the crowd so you didn't recognise him at first glance. However, now with his face inches away from yours, you could see every last detail of his features and you must admit, you understood why the folks liked him so much.

Zephyr must surely be blessed in his appearance.

You froze in place as you stared in surprise at him, wondering why he was talking to you and processing his words.

Did he just call you Messiah?

Zephyr noticed your silence and your staring. He adverted his eyes as his gaze dropped down towards the ground while he smiled to himself.

?

You tilted your head to the side in confusion at the sight.

Zephyr coughed lightly before his arms reached towards you. You gasped as he suddenly picked you up bridal style from the flowerbed. Not used to being held like this, you gripped onto his robe for support. Your face contorted in worry and anxiety as you looked at the ground, afraid of being dropped.

Zephyr, of course, took notice of your panic and in response, tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer to him. As you felt his fingers pressing into your skin more tightly, you looked up at him, surprised he realised your concerns so quickly.

He smiled warmly at you as he leaned down, closing the gap between your faces even more. His blonde hair brushing and tickling your face as he whispered into your ear. "Don't be afraid, Miss Messiah. I will never let you fall." His hot breath hit your earlobe and you felt your heart skipped a beat. He pulled away before walking with you in his arms towards the rows of nuns and monks.

"Rejoice, my brothers and sisters for our Savior has come. Our God has delivered us our salvation. May glory be with his name for all eternity."

Zephyr announced loudly and his words were met with echoes of response from the other devotees.

"May he reign supreme!"

Your head felt like it was going to explode with all this information. Was this....Was this the compensation Calerus meant? To be his hands and eyes as you walk along the common folks? To be loved and praised like how he is? To be worshiped? You felt dizzy from being bombarded by this revelation.

You looked back up at Zephyr, hoping he could shed some more light on this predicament you found yourself in. However, you swallowed your words the moment you looked into his purple irises.

Zephyr was known for his gentle and endearing nature. Some say he's the embodiment of kindness. He's the type of person people can't help but be drawn towards due to the sense of security he gives and the tranquil aura he possesses. That was your initial impression of him too.

But looking at him now, you wondered if you were wrong.

With the closeness between you two, you could see the the subtle shade of pink on his cheeks and the flushing redness at the tip of his ears. His breathing fanned your face and you noticed how quick and shallow his breaths were. His fingers went from pressing firmly into your skin to digging themselves into your thighs and waist. Then, if you looked hard enough, you could see him swallowing occasionally.

And last but not least, you couldn't help but notice his eyes that had always been filled with warmth and tenderness seemed....

Crazed.

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A prologue/world building chapter for my future yandere stories taking place in this universe. If you spot any mistakes, please do point them out so I can correct them and give everyone the best reading experience! Especially with Calerus' old English(?) part, I'm still not sure when to use thee and when to use thou. I only did some basic research on Google.(T_T)

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in this light, you are mine - jolly karlsson x nick ruffilo

collaboration with @deathblacksmoke

pairing: jolly karlsson x nicholas ruffilo

tags/content warning: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! au of sorts // tattooer nick/non-bad omens band jolly,roommates to lovers, pining, rough oral sex (male receiving), handjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, cum eating.

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word count: 4.2k

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author’s note: this fic has been teased for quite some time now and i appreciate everyone’s patience and support as we’ve shared snippets and hyped it up. working with my bestie @deathblacksmoke has been incredible. i think we’ve created something wonderful and hope to share more with y’all in the future. thank you to our lovely @darksigns-exe for the beta 🩷

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“Where is it?!” Jolly grumbles, angrily sifting through his clothes hamper for the third time. He has checked his closet, under his bed, his drawers, the laundry room, everywhere for his favorite hoodie but it was nowhere to be found. The hoodie was a bright yellow and navy thing, very hard to miss. It was merchandise from a hockey team in his hometown in Sweden, even if they weren’t that great, it was still comfortable.

He racks his brain thinking of where it could be when he remembers his roommates' propensity to steal his clothes. Normally, Jolly wouldn’t mind sharing. The issue is that Nick takes his possessions without permission. His favorite snacks frequently disappear from the pantry; his shirts are stolen without being returned.

Jolly even found he had used the last bit of his very expensive shampoo when he was in the shower. He became so enraged that he jumped out of the shower in only a towel, covered in soap. The moment he located Nick he began shouting at him in Swedish, pointing the empty shampoo bottle at him. Nick just stood there, red-faced and flustered.

Jolly’s shampoo was left alone after that.

He surmises he’s discovered the culprit of the missing hoodie, instantly stalking down the hallway to Nick’s room. Jolly bursts through the door without knocking, annoyance plastered all over his face. The look swiftly fades as soon as he lays eyes on the younger man.

His roommate was indeed wearing his hoodie and while Jolly expected to be perturbed he instead found himself entranced. It wasn’t the hoodie itself so much but that he was only wearing the hoodie along with some white crew socks. It was so large on him that Jolly wasn’t even sure if he was wearing boxers underneath. He definitely looked, however, unable to take his eyes off how it had ridden up Nick’s thighs in the position he was sitting.

Nick says his name but it’s more of a question – an inquiry as to why Jolly just angrily stomped into his room. Jolly doesn’t answer, however, slowly backing out of the room and walking back to his own. He lies back on his bed huffing, attempting to make sense of what just happened.

They haven’t been roommates for long — maybe six months at the most. Jolly was left alone in the house after his last relationship ended. His band wasn’t big yet, but they went on small tours throughout the year. He didn’t want the house to sit by itself while he was gone so he placed an ad for a roommate.

Nick was the only person who replied that was even remotely suitable to live with. He had a job at a local tattoo shop and a good head on his shoulders. He even liked some of the same music as Jolly. Nick assured him that he was quiet and would barely know he was there, so he took a chance.

Their schedules being what they were, it was rare they saw each other during the day. Nick always stayed late at the shop and Jolly either was out of town or playing local shows late into the night. Both of them slept well into the afternoon if they didn’t have plans and kept to themselves.

One night, Jolly returned home to find Nick cooking, almost every dish in the kitchen was sitting dirty in the sink. Jolly had no idea how it took that many dishes just to make spaghetti, but he overlooked it. He teased Nick about what could possibly possess him to cook a whole meal at two in the morning and he shrugged as he handed Jolly a plate.

“My mama always told me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

Jolly remembers how he had to fight away the butterflies in his stomach that night. The sweet smile Nick gave him didn’t help. The tightness in his throat made it difficult to swallow down the feelings he wasn’t ready to deal with yet.

After that, their late-night kitchen meetings became more frequent. They weren’t always over a huge meal. Most of the time they had stove top ramen or ice cream. Jolly finally felt like he was starting to get to know his roommate more, but the more comfortable they became the more he felt the need to pull away.

Jolly found himself staring at him longer than he should. He’d walk around in nothing but thin pajama pants, his soft belly slightly protruding over the waistband. Often he would catch himself wondering how it would feel to run his hands down the sides of Nick’s torso. Was he ticklish there? What kind of soft pretty noises would he make when he nipped at the flesh by his hip bo-

Jolly shakes his head, clearing the thought out of his brain. Just the memory of his filthy ideas were enough to get him worked up. He pinches the bridge of his nose, willing the stiffening in his pants to go away.

But he does feel something — a giddy sort of nervous energy when he arrives home to find Nick’s car in the driveway, wondering what he’s up to and hoping for another chat in the kitchen. A longing for Nick not to steal his hoodies, but to give them to him to wear when they’re apart. It’s a feeling he wasn’t expecting, hasn’t known quite this well before, but it’s enough.

It’s enough to have him moving back towards Nick’s door, knocking lightly before twisting the doorknob once more.

Nick sits perched comfortably atop his bed with one knee bent up against his chest and the other looped around the front of him. His arms are wrapped around his leg, head gently laid on top of his knee. The black-rimmed glasses he wears are screwed up on his face from the angle but he doesn’t seem phased by it. His black hair is tied into a bun that shakes slightly when he laughs at whatever he’s watching on tv. Jolly can’t seem to muster the strength to look away.

Nick glances over at him, propping his chin on his knee. He speaks but Jolly can’t hear him from all of the blood rushing through his ears. He’s far too preoccupied with the way Nick’s hand is now drifting against his thigh. Jolly swallows harshly, pushing his tongue out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Nick smirks, patting the space in front of him. Somehow Jolly manages to push himself forward to sit on the bed with him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times to speak but finds he can’t articulate his thoughts. If he’s being honest, he’s unsure if anything going through his mind should be spoken out loud.

Jolly has a hunch that Nick knows what he’s thinking about though. He doesn’t miss the way Nick’s eyes wander, from his eyes, down to his lips and back up again.

Without thinking, Jolly takes Nick’s face in his hands and kisses him firmly on the lips. There’s no discussion, no exchange of words between them, but something about the look on Nick’s face told him it was okay.

Nick fumbles with the bottom of Jolly’s shirt to tug it over his head. Jolly complains to no one in particular about the inconvenience of clothes. Nick smiles against his mouth, nipping hesitantly at Jolly’s bottom lip. He breaks the kiss, to Jolly’s protest, lying back against his pillows in an invitation for him to follow.

Using both hands to spread Nick’s legs, Jolly kneels between them. He taps a finger on Nick’s knee as he contemplates where he wants to start first. He detects a hint of self-doubt on the younger man’s face and rushes to set his mind at ease.

Their lips collide with each other, to his surprise Nick is the first to request access with his tongue and Jolly gladly allows him. He moves his hands to the hem of his hoodie, gliding them up Nick’s thighs. He jumps at the contact and gasps into Jolly’s mouth. He chuckles, continuing his exploration.

Jolly wraps his fingers around his hips squeezing at the flesh. Nick makes another sound akin to a whimper. He squeezes again, another whimper.

“Mmm.. So responsive.” Jolly says, nibbling at Nick’s lower lip. “I haven’t even made it to my favorite parts of you, yet.”

Both hands slide up Nick’s belly, pushing the hoodie up as they move. His muscles twitch when Jolly’s fingers brush at the top of his waistline and he forces himself to hide a smile. Nick is ticklish. The flesh of his stomach is just as soft on his lips as he had imagined. The noises he makes when he sinks his teeth into him are even better.

Nick’s fingers dig into Jolly’s shoulders. Jolly bites down a little harder and he hisses, earning a quiet apology and his tongue soothing the area. Nick rolls his hips but Jolly presses him back down into the mattress.

“Patience, raring,” Jolly says, dragging his tongue over the patch of hair at the bottom of his stomach. “I’m still playing.”

Jolly feels his cock twitching against his chest. It takes every ounce of restraint not to pull him out of his boxers and suck him off. He hasn’t done that in a long time, though. Probably since his mid-twenties. His skills have gone to shit.

Nick interrupts his thoughts when he wiggles beneath him, a demanding whimper commanding his attention. Jolly cocks an eyebrow, waiting for him to use his words.

“Why’d you stop?”

Jolly crawls up his body, their faces now parallel to each other. Their lips graze, and Jolly pulls away playfully when Nick tries to kiss him.

“Sorry, love.” He pins him down with the weight of his hips, grinding Nick’s hard length against his own. “Bit distracted by everything I want to do to you.”

Nick wraps his hand around the back of Jolly’s head and crashes their lips together. The surprised noise he makes at his sudden surge of confidence turns into a strangled moan as Nick pushes his hand into Jolly’s sweatpants, closing his hand around his cock.

The expertise of Nick’s hand working him over has Jolly seeing stars. His touch is just on the right side of too rough. Reluctantly, he pulls Nick’s hand from his pants. Nick makes it clear he’s not pleased, however Jolly never lets go of his wrist—spitting in his palm and returning it, moving his hand for him to spread the saliva over his cock.

He stifles his moans against Nick’s mouth, and he swallows everything Jolly offers him. It doesn’t take long before he’s buried in the crook of his neck, hips desperately jutting into Nick’s fist. He nips at every centimeter of skin he can reach, uttering praises after each one. Nick’s hand moves faster in time with his thrusts, filthy gasps flooding his ears.

His orgasm builds quickly and he wants to succumb so badly, but he pulls Nick’s hand away again. He doesn’t complain this time, a smirk playing on his lips. Jolly sits up to catch his breath, passing a hand through his hair. Nick follows, seizing the opportunity to mark up his stomach.

Jolly can’t resist admiring him as he methodically nibbles his skin and soothes the area with his tongue. His thick eyelashes flutter so prettily as he blinks. The full lips that press against his body are soft, his top lip bearing a perfectly accentuated cupid’s bow.

His nose, Jolly thinks, is his favorite part. It grazes against him and he briefly wonders what it would be like to feel it pressed into his stomach while he’s deep in Nick’s throat. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought and he absentmindedly squeezes the back of Nick’s neck. His eyelashes flutter again; blue eyes moving upward to meet Jolly’s.

“Was starting to think you would never catch the hint,” He mumbles against his stomach, sucking another bruise into the flesh. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for you to make a move.” He slides his hands down Jolly’s sides, flexing his fingers around his hips.

“As you can see, I had to take matters into my own hands,” He pulls away slightly and Jolly’s grip on his neck tightens. It eases when he sees Nick’s fingers dipping into the band of his pants pulling them down enough to release his aching cock. The way that Nick licks his lips at the sight of him is dizzying.

“You mentioned one night how it drove you crazy to see your partners wearing your clothes. So I decided I’d give it a shot.” Nick takes him in hand, collecting the mess that had gathered at his tip. Jolly bucks into his hand and he smirks. “I guess it worked, huh, baby?”

Jolly removes his hand from Nick’s neck and places both hands on his shoulders, his hold now bruising. He’s putty in his hands and Nick knows it. A cocky smile spreads across his face as he slowly jerks him, occasionally placing soft kisses and licks on the head but nothing more.

“N-Nick…” He whines.

“Do you ever think of me?” Jolly groans at the question, his mind racing through all of the times he’s come over his fist thinking about the beautiful boy beneath him. He manages out a pathetic yes, eliciting a quiet laugh from Nick.

“I’ll tell you about a time I thought of you and then you can tell me one, how about that?”

Jolly doesn’t answer, he just stares down at him in anticipation.

“That day you got mad about your shampoo,” Nick giggles. “You came out of the shower dripping wet. Face all red. Yelling at me. So angry.” He wraps his lips around him and Jolly gasps. He pulls away as soon as he feels Jolly start to push into his mouth.

“It was so hot seeing you mad, hearing you yell in Swedish. You were so upset I bet you didn’t even notice how hard I was.” He reaches his hand underneath and massages him, a quiet “fuck” falling from his lips.

“You know, we should really invest in better towels, Jolls.” Nick says, wrapping his tongue around the velvety head. “I could see the outline of your dick through that paper-thin towel you had on. I came so fucking hard touching myself that ni-”

Nick’s sentence is interrupted by Jolly’s thick cock being shoved in his mouth. He waited as long as he could, but when a pretty boy is bragging about touching himself to the thought of his cock — why shouldn’t he give him what he wants?

Nick struggles to adjust to the girth in his mouth. Jolly grips his messy bun, his other hand grabbing his chin. He soothes his jaw, encouraging him to relax. With each thrust into Nick’s mouth, his eyes fill up with tears. The way he looks up at him as he swirls his tongue around him has Jolly feeling feral.

“That’s it, Nicky. Take it all. Cocky boys get their mouths stuffed.”

Muffled gagging noises send vibrations straight through him as he hits the back of his throat. A tear rolls down Nick’s cheek and he’s quick to wipe it away with his thumb, rubbing lightly over the cheekbone as a silent check in. Nick taps his thigh once in reassurance. Jolly smiles and praises him, his fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You wanna know if I ever think about you, huh?” He grunts, rutting into Nick’s mouth. Nick hums in response, eyes fixed on Jolly.

“That night — God, that night you came to my show. We got really drunk afterward. You were bending over the pool table at the bar lining up your shot.”

“Had on those skin tight black jeans, fuck, when you looked back and winked at me. Knew you had caught me.” Jolly swears he can see Nick smiling around him. The glint in his eyes gives away that he remembers exactly what night he’s referring to.

“Couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag you into the bathroom or take you home and shove that pretty face of yours into the mattress.” Jolly pushes Nick’s head down further onto him and he gags. Tears fall freely from his eyes but he makes sure to give Jolly another tap to keep going.

“Instead I just fucked my fist in the shower when we got home. Moaning your name and hoping you couldn’t hear me.”

Nick moans at his confession, swallowing around him. Jolly throws his head back, pulling his hair by the roots. He slows down, drawing himself down his tongue until he pops out of Nick’s mouth. Gasping for air, he immediately grabs Jolly’s shaft to place him between his lips. Jolly laughs, pulling him off of him by his hair.

“Is my pretty boy drunk on my cock?” He breathes. Nick nods almost too eagerly, saliva falling from his open mouth. Jolly licks his lips, dragging them between his teeth. “Do you want me to fuck you like I’ve wanted to all this time? Fuck you in my hoodie and make you mine?”

Nick scrambles up Jolly’s torso to beg against his lips. Jolly lets him plead, plant kiss after kiss against him, relishing in the moment he’s wanted for so long. He gently pushes him back onto the bed, leaving Nick looking bewildered. He discards his sweatpants on the side of the bed, never breaking eye contact.

At the sight of Nick on his back for him, wide-eyed and eager but so very shy, his brain empties. This beautiful boy, putting all his trust in him, so pretty and pliable—he has to give himself a moment to enjoy it, to find his center.

Slowly, he lowers himself to cover Nick’s body with his own. As he kisses him, he savors the way Nick sighs into his mouth, threading his fingers through Jolly’s hair and relaxing further into the mattress.

He suddenly finds himself underdressed, completely bare above a mostly-clothed Nick, and he needs it to change immediately. Nick lets out the prettiest little whine when his boxers are slid down his legs. It’s music to his ears.

“Do you have—” he starts to say, burying his face in Nick’s neck, exasperated. Almost all of his confidence from moments ago has dissipated. It’s been a long time, is the thing. Without putting much thought into it, he couldn’t say when he last did this. He came in here so unprepared. But he has to get inside him. “Do you have lube, Nicky?”

Nick nods urgently. Jolly swears he can feel him vibrating beneath him.

“Bedside table,” he says. “Top drawer.”

He feels out of his element, shaky and unsure as he pours some lube out onto his fingers. He’s not exactly a novice, he has experience, but something about Nick and this entire situation makes him feel like a blushing virgin again. He has to make this good for him. He has to make it perfect so he can have it again.

Lying on his tummy with Nick’s legs slung over his shoulders, it all feels so real. Nick is the one presenting himself, vulnerable and bare for Jolly for the first time, but it’s Jolly who feels on display. It’s Jolly who feels like he has a hell of a lot to prove.

He gets his bearings with an experimental little swipe of his index finger around the tight ring of muscle. Nick moans so sweetly at the first push in, relaxing for him impressively, and Jolly finds his confidence coming back to him.

“Jolls,” Nick whines, already bearing down impatiently on his finger. The squirming has him wondering if he should press a hand to his hip, hold him down, but he decides against it. He’ll let the boy have his fun. “Jolls, please, more. I need it, baby, please.”

Never one to say no to such a pretty boy, especially when he begs like that, so polite, so sweet, he adds another finger. The relaxation, once again, is immediate. Nick accepts him so readily, almost like he was prepared for this but—no, he won’t think about that. Even as he pulls his fingers back out, going back in with a third just to see.

It’s a stretch, but barely. It’s suspiciously easy.

“You’re already open, aren’t you, love?” Jolly asks. Though the angle isn’t perfect to see Nick’s expression, he can see the way Nick lifts his hand and covers his face, so fucking shy. “Taking my fingers so easily, Nicky. You’ve been playing with this pretty little hole, haven’t you?”

God, he wishes he could see his face. He wishes he could have a hand on his soft skin as it heats with embarrassment like he knows it is right now. It’s enough, though, to see the way Nick nods so urgently. He knew it.

“Please, Joakim,” Nick gasps. He’s so desperate for it. Jolly thinks he feels pretty similar. “I need you to fuck me.”

How could he ever say no to that?

For all of the urgency he felt previously, suddenly he finds himself no longer needing to rush. The man who is so beautifully wrapped around him breathes into him like he’s his only source of oxygen. He continues to meet Jolly’s thrusts even as they slow into a languid pace.

The slower Jolly moves inside of him, the more anguished Nick’s whimpers become. He presses his head against the pillow, moaning Joakim repeatedly and he isn’t sure he can go back to hearing him call him Jolly ever again.

He kisses the tears streaming down Nick’s face, whispering quiet praises. Alternating between his neck and clavicle, he leaves soft bites marking his territory. They’re mostly for him. A reminder to himself that this moment is real. For once, he’s not going to open his eyes and it all be a fantasy.

Jolly grabs the headboard for leverage; pushing long and deep strokes into him. His other hand holds onto his waist, pinning him down to keep him in place. He feels Nick squirm beneath him, desperate for more.

“J-Joakim.. Ahh.. Please..”

“Shh. It’s okay, love.” Jolly whispers into his skin. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Nick threads his hands into his hair, pulling him in for a needy, wet kiss. His efforts to plead for more again fail as Jolly grinds deep into him. He feels Nick’s legs tremble around him and he doesn’t mind when they loosen a little. He runs his hand up his thigh, back to his hip, and underneath his hoodie to Nick’s dripping cock.

He cries out, arching his chest into Jolly’s as he begins to jerk him just as slowly as he rocks into him. Nick whimpers something unintelligible, squeezing his eyes shut. Jolly observes him as he falls apart beneath him, never imagining anything or anyone could be this perfect.

“I-I.. F- Oh-oh my god.” Nick stutters, dragging his lips between his teeth.

“I know, baby. It’s a lot isn’t it?”

Jolly’s question is answered when he feels Nick clench around him. He loses his grip on the headboard nearly falling on top of him but manages to recover in time. His resolve breaks, snapping his hips and moving his fist over Nick faster. He gasps then whines and Jolly fucks him harder, desperate for him to make that sound again. Nick’s cock twitches in his hand, and he feels him tighten once again.

“You’re so close, raring. I can feel it. Let go for me, I’ve got you.”

Nick chokes out a sob; white hot ropes of cum pulse over Jolly’s hand and onto Nick’s belly. Nick watches as he works him through it, panting, fingers clutching the sheets. Jolly presses their foreheads together and their eyes meet. Nick pushes his hair out of his face, pressing their lips together. Jolly sighs against his mouth, kissing him harder, lips curling into a smile before he’s gasping and releasing inside of him.

He’s barely caught his breath before he releases his hold on Nick, pushing his semen coated fingers into his mouth. Jolly hums, savoring the flavor - he tastes just as good as he imagined. Nick wraps his hand around his wrist, tugging his hand towards his own mouth. Jolly smirks, allowing him to taste what remained of him. It’s a filthy yet beautifully intimate moment between them, and he can’t look away.

They settle into each other's arms, sinking as far into the mattress as possible. The silence between them is comfortable. He listens as Nick’s pulse slows down; the rise and fall of his chest lulling him into a sense of security. He wants to tell him everything, every single thought and feeling roaming inside of his head. For the moment, he’s perfectly content laying here with his beautiful boy, softening inside of him.

Jolly’s fingers twist around the hoodie strings. It’s almost funny how upset he was such a short while ago. He can’t imagine it belonging to anyone but Nick now.

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Just Want to Play/ 2

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Mingi is tattooed and nail painted black, pining, oral, blow job, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, some fluff

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One week later

Mingi POV

Laying in my bed, I stare at the ceiling, not able to sleep

I haven't been able to sleep since I was with her

It's not even about the sex which was fucking amazing

It was holding her after, watching her sleep in my arms, feeling her cuddle against me that I can't get out of my head

It's everything I ever wanted

I've loved my best friend since I can remember

Wanted only her

I had other girlfriends, then fuck buddies but none have ever captured my attention the way she does

And she has no idea

Even now, after what happened, I don't think she knows how much it meant to me

I doubt she'll ever see me the way I wish she would

And I'm too scared to say anything, too scared to risk our friendship

So I sit back and watch her date other guys, support her

And wish she was mine

I was ok when she was dating strangers, guys I didn't know

But when I found out about her and San, I was fucking devastated

And I took it out on San

Avoiding him, snapping at him when he spoke to me

He finally asked me what my problem was and I lied

I told him I was jealous that he got to fuck my best friend first

And I asked him to talk to her for me but I didn't want her to know it was me until the day of

I was scared of her rejection

He was more than willing, telling me that her and him fuck casually

Which also pisses me off but I can't do anything about it

And I thought maybe it was just lust

Maybe if I was with her these feelings would go away

I was wrong

So wrong

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I'm sitting on my couch with the TV on but I'm not watching it

It's just on for noise

I'm either thinking about her or falling asleep

These sleepless nights are catching up with me

But even if I fall asleep, it's never for long

I'm feeling drowsy, my eyes closing when the doorbell rings

The loud ring startles me awake, making me jump

"Jesus", I mutter as the bell rings again

Standing up, I amble to the door, opening it

"Jo?", I ask, shocked to see her standing there

I don't remember us planning to hang out today

"Hi Mingi", she smiles, making my heart beat faster

I let her in, closing the door behind her

"Did you text me?", I ask as we plop down on the couch

"Oh uh no. Are you busy?"

"Nope", I answer, looking over at her, "I just thought maybe I forgot we were supposed to hang or I didn't read a text or something"

"No, I kind just showed up", she says quietly, "I uh..wanted to talk to you"

I'm getting a little nervous

We haven't really spoken much since last week

"What..what uh do you wanna talk about?"

"Well...", she says, trailing off, her gaze meeting mine, "Kinda wanted to talk about what happened last week... with us"

I nod, anxiety filling my body, "Yeah sure"

"Where did you go? When I woke up you weren't there. San was asleep next to me"

I'm jealous that San was there with her but realistically it's his bed, where else would he sleep?

"San woke me up when he got home", I explain, "I felt bad that we were asleep in his bed, so I left. You were so tired and couldn't be woken up. San told me to just leave you. He moved you to one side of the bed and said he was gonna crash"

She nods, "Makes sense since he was all the way on the other side of his massive bed"

San has a huge king size bed

I feel better that they were on opposite sides of it while me and her were cuddled in the middle of it

Not that it means a damn thing

"I was a little disappointed that you weren't there when I woke up"

I perk up at that, "Oh?"

She nods, her cheeks pink but she avoids eye contact

"Sorry"

"No I get it", she answers, "I uh also wanted to tell you....I had fun. With you"

I swallow hard, trying not to get my hopes up

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Shit Mingi, you fucked me so good I couldn't walk when I woke up"

I blink in utter surprise, "I..really?"

She nods, "I was so sore. And when I stood up I just fell down. San had to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom then back to bed. He had to massage my legs for like an hour so I could walk"

"I'm sorry", I apologize, horrified that I fucked her so hard I hurt her

That wasn't my intention at all

"No it's fine, I didn't tell you to get you upset or anything", she asks

"Oh uh ok...well why did you tell me?", I ask, curious and confused

She didn't have to tell me anything or ever bring up what happened again so I'm wondering why she is

"Well....uh...I'm just gonna ask you ok?"

Ask me what?

"Uh alright?", I answer

She takes a breath and looks at me, "Can I play with your cock Mingi?"

I blink, in complete shock at what she just said

If she did say it or maybe I'm imagining it

"Uh...what?"

"I want to play on your cock again. Can I?"

Ok my fucking god she did say that

"Yes", I answer immediately

It would never be anything but yes

"Are you sure? I don't want you to just say yes. I want you to want to"

"I do Jo. I really want to", I assure her, "I had a lot of fun with you too"

"Oh..that's good", she murmurs, glancing over at me, "So...now?"

I'm so good with now

"Now", I confirm

She smirks, then shoves me back hard on my couch, her hands already pulling down my sweatpants

Once they're off, her hands are pushing my shirt up, her lips pressing kisses into my abs, shivers running up and down my spine

My god, her lips feel so good, her kisses so good

I watch her tongue lick my skin before she kisses it, that sight driving me out of my mind

She kisses up my body, pushing my shirt up with every inch she moves

And I'm just laying in a daze, my skin trembling against every peck

Getting to my chest, she sits up, tugging on my shirt, "Off Mingi"

I nod, sitting right up and letting her pull it off me

Then I'm laying back down immediately, her lips kissing my chest, on the right dragon tattoo

I watch her kiss that one, then the other, trailing kisses up higher

When her lips sink into my neck, I let out the most embarrassing moan as she kisses right into a spot that feels amazing

"You sound so pretty baby", she murmurs, her hand sliding into my hair and tugging as she kisses right into my neck tattoo

I move my arms around her, holding her against me as her tongue licks me

"Fuck", I groan, her pretty little chuckle so sexy as she laughs in my neck

She begins her descent down my body again, kisses leaving fire on my skin, her fingers trailing after her lips

She pulls my boxers down as she kisses along my dick, making me gasp in pleasure

Leaving my boxers down to my thighs, her tongue slowly licks up my length, moans leaving my mouth as my eyes stay locked on her

"Didn't get to suck your dick last time", she murmurs, "Was a little disappointed"

"Ssss....sorry", I stammer, "I....I didn't....didn't know"

"Now you do", she smirks, "I like sucking dick"

Well that is definitely something I did not know about her

"Yours is huge", she says, licking under my head, "And I'm going to try to get it all in but I'm not sure I can"

That is more than ok

Any part of my cock in her mouth is good with me

"Please don't be mad at me if I can't", she says, giving me wide innocent eyes

"I won't...I promise. I won't be mad", I whimper

I can never get mad at her normally, I especially won't be mad about anything to do with sex

She nods, "Ok Mingi"

With that, her mouth moves around my head, sucking softly but quickly right off the bat

My body is thrown into incredible pleasure, the sight of her mouth around my dick arousing in itself

I never thought I'd see this in my entire life

She moves down fairly quickly, sucking away, spit falling down my length that's not in her mouth, her hand around the base, stroking up and down in time with her sucking

"Fuck", I whimper, my cock hitting the back of her throat the further down she goes

My head pushes into her throat, the tight space spasming as she chokes, the sound so pretty

I don't want to hurt her though so I start to pull back

"Uh uh", she growls, shaking her head

I stop moving and she pushes my head and now more of my cock into her throat

Her pretty eyes water, her spit all over my cock, dripping down, so messy and I'm so here for it

I like sloppy blow jobs

And I really like her blowing me

She starts bobbing her head, the sight of my cock moving in and out of her mouth mind blowing

And the pleasure is out of this world, every nerve in bliss

She moves down slightly with each bob down and I watch her desperately try to get my whole cock in her mouth, sucking like her life depends on it, tears streaming down her face

It's not working so well though

"I can't do it", she pouts, pulling off my dick, my mind exploding

She sounds so upset that she can't deepthroat my whole cock

I have no clue what to do with that

Her tongue slides up my length, licking against the underside of my head, then sucking there slightly sending chills down my spine

"Maybe I just need more practice", she says, her tongue swirling around my slit

Did she say practice?

"I uh..."

"Are you gonna let me practice? Let me blow you again?", she asks, her wide eyes staring up at me innocently, "I like sucking your dick"

Jesus Christ

I don't know if she's just saying this in the moment but I'm more than happy to let her practice on me

"Mingi!", she whines, sucking on my head loudly, "Can I practice with your cock?"

I nod immediately, "Yeah. Yes"

She smirks, "Good"

And her mouth is around me again, going down as far as she can, sucking like her life depends on it, jerking me off at the same time

My god she really does know how to suck and make it so pleasurable

"Mmm", she moans, choking around me, her teary eyes watching me

I groan in bliss as she brings me closer with that fucking mouth of hers

"Cum down my throat", she tells me, her tongue all over my length, "Wanna swallow it all"

"Fuck", I murmur as her mouth takes me in again, sucking hard

I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she throws me into a mind blowing orgasm

"Fuck, Jo! Oh fuck!", I cry, shooting cum down her throat as bliss wracks my body

I keep my eyes on her, groaning when I see her swallow, her throat tightening again and again, making everything ten times better

I hold her in place as I cum, her mouth still moving, still sucking

When it's over, I gape at her, never having felt such ecstasy before

"Fuck baby", she murmurs between sucks, looking at me, "Your cum tastes so good"

My mind implodes at her words

"What?"

"You taste so yummy. I swallowed it all. Look"

She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out so I can see that she did indeed swallow it all

That gesture makes my cock throb in her hand

God, she's so hot

My body trembles on its own as her tongue licks my underside, then sucks on my head

Quicker than I thought possible she gets me rock hard and I'm so fucking surprised

Pulling off me, she sits up, her eyes on mine

"I'm gonna sit on your cock now", she murmurs, getting in my lap

"Please", I whimper, holding onto her hips, excited

I want her so badly

Aligning me to her hole, she sinks down, taking my head inside her

"Fuck", I cry as she slowly moves down my cock, her tight cunt welcoming me in

"Mingi", she moans, the sound of my name in her voice so fucking pretty, driving me crazy

Her hand moves down her body, her fingers rubbing her clit as she pushes down my cock

"Oh Mingi, yes", she cries, closing her eyes, her head tilting back, her cunt getting so much more wet as she slowly takes each inch, her fingers rubbing faster

The incredible sight of my best friend playing with herself as she takes my cock is seared in my memory, something I will never, in my lifetime, forget

"Mingi! I'm gonna cum on your cock", she pants, so close to bottoming me out, her cunt pulsing like crazy, "Please, can I cum on your cock?"

"Yes, yes baby. Yes", I moan, the pleasure she's giving me driving me crazy

She bottoms me out, my head nestled and rubbing her spot, coming at the same time

Her pussy chokes my cock again and again as bliss hits me

I watch the clear sight of her coming around my dick and I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful

Her hand falls away from her pussy as she leans back, holding herself up

I don't even think, I move my hand to her cunt, rubbing her clit, keeping her climaxing for a few seconds longer

"Mingi", she cries, her legs shaking around my body

When she finishes, her eyes open, her gaze moving to mine, a smirk on her face

"So good baby", she coos, leaning her hands on my abs, "Gonna make you feel so good right now"

Before I can say anything, she starts bouncing on my cock, up and down, throwing my body into pure pleasure

I watch her tight hole split around my length as she impales herself on my dick over and over, her cream coating my shaft with every bounce

"Oh fuck Mingi", she murmurs, her breathing increasing

I can't stop my hands from roaming her body, touching her soft skin, feeling it tremble under my touch, my eyes moving to her wiggling boobs

Her hands move to mine, putting them over her boobs, keeping her hands over mine and squeezing

"Touch me Mingi", she moans breathlessly, "Fuck, I want you to touch me so badly. Ever since last time I want your hands on me"

I can touch her no problem

Her hands slide to my wrists, my hands squeezing her boobs, the black nail polish I'm wearing so stark against her soft pale skin

Her body is sweaty, a pretty sheen covering her, her hair drenched, tears falling down her face from pleasure

She looks absolutely gorgeous

"Fuck, you don't know how long I wanted you on my cock", I whimper, watching her ride me, feeling the utter bliss she's giving me, "How long I wanted to hear you moan for my cock, cry for my cock, scream on my cock. How long I wanted you to want my dick inside you. Only mine"

Fuck, I fantasized about her for fucking years

For just this moment

Her bouncing on my dick, tears down her face, crying my name from the pleasure

Just like she is now

"Wanted my cock inside you for so long", I murmur, "Just wanted to wear your cunt like my favorite cock sleeve"

"You can", she cries, tears cascading down her pretty face, "You can wear my pussy anytime Mingi"

Fuck, I wish

"Don't lie, Jo"

She shakes her head, her hips dropping her pussy down my length over and over, the cream leaking from her cunt all over my cock and lap

"I'm not", she cries, "Fuck, Mingi, love being on your cock"

"Yeah aegi?", I murmur, "You take my cock so well. So small but you take all of me each time, fitting so perfectly around me. Wanna be inside you all the time"

"Please baby", she sobs, her body arching as she shakes in pleasure, "You can wear me all the time. Like an accessory for your cock"

I really like that thought

To just have her whenever I want

And it's not just for me

To be able to pleasure her, eat her cunt, make her cum all the time is so enticing

It's a wish I doubt will ever happen

"Mingi, gonna cum", she cries, her fingers digging into my arms, her hips lifting and dropping like lightning, riding me harder than any girl ever has

Giving me ecstasy like no girl ever has

"Fall apart on my cock baby", I demand

"Mingi!", she screams, doing just that as her cunt squirts all over the place, drenching my dick, my lap, my abs and my couch, her hips rocking on me, keeping my head rubbing her spot

I watch the stunning sight in awe, breathing hard

Her body spasms as she finishes, sucking in breaths as her eyes slowly open

I look at her through my sweaty hair, wanting nothing more than to keep pleasing her

Grabbing her hips, I move down the couch, laying down flat

Lifting her off my cock, I move her over my face, pull her down as I lift my head, my tongue all over her, tasting her sweet cunt again

"Oh fuck, Mingi", she whimpers, her legs shaking around my head

I keep a firm grip on her thighs, holding her against my mouth as I eagerly eat her pussy

Running my tongue along her slit, her pretty lips open for me, her cunt so soft, so wet against my tongue

I tease her hole, slipping just the tip inside her and pulling out before she can clench down on it

She whines, making me laugh as I keep playing with her

Rolling my tongue over her clit her body shivers as soon as I touch it, a loud pornographic moan coming from her

I switch between licking her clit and sucking on it, her pussy completely watering my face the more I play with her throbbing bump

And I absolutely love it

Her hips start moving as she grinds her pussy against my tongue, her breathing increasing, her hand sliding into my hair, holding on hard, moaning my name

I finally shove my tongue in her cunt, her hole throbbing hard, sending pleasure right to my cock

Sliding out of her hole, I run my tongue up to her clit, sucking on it once, the slide back down, dipping inside again

I keep pleasuring her this way, her hips moving faster as her cries become louder

I know from how hard she's pulsing around my tongue that she's close

The next movements have her coming against my face and I eagerly shove my tongue up her cunt, letting her orgasm all over it

Her sweet cream fills my mouth and I groan into her as I swallow greedily

Her hips still once she finishes and I take the chance to lick her pussy clean

She moves down my body, sitting on my stomach, looking down at me and smiling softly

"Now it's your turn to cum"

I just nod, so turned on

"Where do you wanna cum baby?"

"Inside", I say immediately, "Wanna cum inside"

Her smirk widens, "Wanna fill me up like you did last time?"

I nod

Hell yes

"Ok", she giggles, "I liked being full of your cum last time"

My eyes widen, shock hitting me

She's shocking me so much today

She turns around, pulling my boxers completely off and moving over my lap in a reverse cowgirl position

She reaches behind her, holding my dick up, looking over her shoulder at me

"Watch my pussy take your cock", she says

Yes ma'am

She sits on me again and I have the perfect graphic view of her cunt impaling on my cock

Her little hole swallowing my cock, cream leaking down my length, her pussy lips opening so beautifully for me

God, it's so erotic

She bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing impossibly tight, making me gasp

She begins to move, bouncing, sliding to my head then back down, engulfing me back in her tight welcoming cunt

With each bounce, she clenches around my cock the entire time, throwing my body into bliss, moans just spilling from my mouth

I watch her pussy stretch around me over and over, her cream making a pretty ring around the base of my cock and smearing around her hole

"Mingi", she cries, her cunt spasming and choking my cock in a vice grip, the wet sound of her pussy taking my dick so loud and pornographic

She calls my name again, coming on my shaft, the skin of her back spasming in pleasure

Ecstacy tsunamis over me as she yells, "Fill my pussy Mingi!"

Gripping her hips I pull her down my entire cock, throbbing and spilling cum into her orgasming pussy, stars blasting in my vision

"Fuck Joanne!", I gasp, the feeling of her pussy milking my cock utterly amazing

I can't believe it feels this mind blowing

We ride out our pleasure together, finishing at the same time

Letting go of her, she moves off me but doesn't go far, turning back around to face me

She lays down on top of me, burying her face in my neck, cuddling into me

My heart pounds in surprise but still, I wrap my arms around her, holding her

"I think", she pants, "That I want to keep this going"

I breathe in, hoping she's suggesting what I think she's suggesting

"You...want to keep sleeping together?", I ask quietly

She lifts her face from my neck, her eyes on mine, nodding, "Yeah. If you want that. A friends with benefits things"

I want it

It's the only way I can be near her, be with her and I'm taking it

And hopefully, maybe, she can see me as more that her best friend

Maybe she can develop feelings for me

I can always hope

"Yeah, I'd want that", I tell her, then continue, wanting to be clear about everything, "If we do this, then are we just sleeping with each other? Exclusively?"

"Yeah Mingi", she nods

I hesitate, "And San?"

"I'll tell him that we can't sleep together anymore. That I'm only going to be with you"

Relief fills me about that but I also don't want San to be upset

"He's not going to be mad?"

She snorts, "No. He's fucking some other girl too. One he likes but he's unsure if she likes him like that too. Now he can just be with her, stop being a coward and tell her how he feels"

I swallow at her harsh words

If San's a coward then so am I

It's just hard to tell someone your feelings when you don't know if you're gonna be hurt or not

So I get San's hesitancy

But I'm not telling her that

"Ok Jo", I agree, "I'll just be with you too"

She smiles brightly, "Great Mingi"

I smile back at her, happy that she's somewhat mine

She lays back down, her head on my chest, right under my chin, "Can we nap now?"

I chuckle, "Tired?"

"Yeah. You wore me out"

I laugh louder, "Yeah Jo, we can nap"

"Mmmm good", she murmurs, snuggling against me more

Holding her tightly with one arm, I move my other hand in her hair, playing softly with the strands

"Mmm feels good", she whispers, her eyes closing

I just smile as I close my eyes, grateful I can hold the girl I love in my arms, even if it's for a short while

It's better than nothing

[starrystevie]

for the incredible lex (@thefreakandthehair) in celebration of her big day! wishing you both all the happiness that this next chapter of your lives can bring you <3

as music and laughter poured out through the open back doors, steve and eddie were standing in the shadows, hands entwined and rings knocking together. there was a breeze whipping through the night air that always came with september, pushing up goosebumps on their skin under their department store suit jackets as it coursed over them.

"getting kind of chilly," eddie muttered, knocking his shoulder into steve's like it would give them the motivation to walk into their reception. he could hear robin in there singing something, no doubt a love song to nancy, and tried to tune it out so he could focus on the palm that was warming his. on the calm before the storm that was the rest of their goddamn lives.

"i kind of like it out here," steve replied with an easy smile, squeezing his hand once and then twice. "it's quiet. we get to just be us for one more second."

eddie shuffled impossibly closer, grin of his own pulling his cheeks up. "we can't hide here forever, sweetheart. gotta go dance so i can show off my new husband."

steve shifted the perfect amount so that he could press his lips to eddie's and wrap his free arm around his waist, pulling their chests together. eddie hummed deep in his throat and brought a hand up to thread into the back of steve's hair.

"you just want to go in to try and convince jonathan to play different music," he murmured against eddie's lips before kissing him once more. eddie pulled back and gave steve a look of mock indignation.

"me? never. you'd think getting married would stop the slanderous lies and accusations but even the holy sanctity of our union isn't enough to-"

steve tipped his head back in a laugh. eddie watched him like he was made of stardust.

"it's not even official in the eyes of the church, you drama queen."

with a tug that wiped the smirk off steve's face, eddie brought their foreheads together, releasing the hand that was tangled with steve's so he could curl it around his waist to bring them flush together. their eyes shut on instinct to be in the moment, to feel the night and feel each other. and just like it had been for the last five years of them being a them, the air that was dancing in their lungs was shared.

"yet," eddie whispered. he felt steve take in a shaking breath, the exhale making the curls around his cheeks flutter. "not official... yet."

steve tilted his head up, knocking their noses together gently, before opening his eyes. his eyelashes lightly brushed against eddie's skin and his fingers were trailing under his suit jacket to press against eddie's back, warmth seeping through his shirt and onto steve's palm.

brown eyes met brown eyes and it sparked through them like an oath in and of itself. they were matched in height, matched in eye color, matched in all the superficial ways that didn't matter. but they were mirrors of each other in the way that soulmates end up with different types of scars patched up by each other, with laughs that mesh together in harmony, with hearts that learned how to beat in time.

"i know, baby. when we..." steve started quietly, his lips still close enough to eddie's that he was tempted to pepper even more kisses onto them. "when it's official, it's not going to change this moment. you are my husband, mine. no slip of paper is changing that, you hear me?"

'husband' rang through the night clear as a bell, the trees blowing in the breeze like a celebratory dance for the two of them. the song inside changed to something softer and as it bled into their backyard, the two started up a dance of their own. it was easy to sway back and forth while looking in each other's eyes, not even picking up their feet like they were afraid of being swept off them if they did.

"i always hear you, stevie," eddie whispered.

eventually they'd go inside. eventually they'd eat the food that joyce made for them all and eventually cut into the cake that steve bought and eventually dance in the living room with the family that they made for themselves. eventually they'd cart the ones who could drive into their cars and eventually sit on the couch with wayne for a blessing of his own and eventually fall into bed like they've done a thousand times but this time with extra gold on their hands.

but right there, in the backyard with the trees dancing alongside them, they got to breathe, celebrating a day meant just for them and their matching heartbeats. they got to be steve and eddie just as they were made to be: for each other.

[dumpofletterz]

What favorite positions do you think the bbbglx adults prefer…..

───FAVORITE POSITIONS

BBBGLX adult(male) and their favorite positions...to fuck you. ❥ Headcanons + small imagines, gender neutral reader

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni my ass Ik damn well y'all ignore this, still be warned though.),use of pet names, biting, rough sex (sa'riya and ejo jo), shitty writing

Characters: Sa'riya, Tarung, Ramenman, Kaizo, Ejo jo, Gur'mida, Cikala (sa'riya is literally androgynous.)

Females: soon.

───Sa'riya.

this mf is so freaky...doggy style. She will hug your waist and press her chest on your back. she's probably the most messy out of all, would fuck you ferally, pounding and slamming her hips to yours like a wild animal.

you can never try to make sa'riya to stop fucking you. "shiiiiitt...so-so pretty, pretty, doll!" she panted, "I— ohhh, wow, ahhh- fuck." it's been hours, you don't even know how many rounds you two had have, the only thing you know is she's hugging your waist and her fucking your ass like there's no tomorrow from behind. so sloppy....you can't even feel your legs anymore at this point. "mmmfh-hah... 'eel so good— no more, please no-no more!" lies, you wanted more. "mmm, fuck—nah. don't worry...I'm so close-ahhhhahhh! shit." her pace was godly she had no intention of stopping. everything was so wet...and creamy. shit, you were also close. speaking of doggy style, she's fucking you like a dog in heat. "shit m’gonna, gonna, gonna!" dirty moans came out of you, thighs squeezing together. she drools and screams- laughs and wails while having the brightest smile like someone insane only problem is that she is insane. “Haaah not yet-" sa'riya says, moving more closer to you, plunging her cock into you then continuing to pound you, she was rearranging your insides at this point. sa'riya was moaning loudly, almost screaming that it almost seems like the whole gur'latan heard her. they probably did.

───Tarung.

missionary, he loves it when you two have eye contact while he's literally rocking his cock inside you—and give you sweet kisses. he would also carry you, wrapping your legs around him and fuck you while he's standing. (size kink, he's big alr)

your hole was stretched to it's limit with tarung's non-stop pounding, he was so gentle that it wasn't enough for you. skin against skin slamming, god it felt so good. "eehhe- fuck, fuck fuck. m'soooo goood." your legs kept moving from different angles and sometimes ascending, you can't help it. tarung fucking you so beautifully whilst you two make eye contact. "shhh, shh, calm down bunny, don't move to much— oh fuck!" tarung grunted as his hips smacked against your ass and thighs. that's it, he's had enough of your whining. next thing you know is that he was carrying you, your hips wrapped onto his waist. "wha-" that's when you noticed when his skin color changed, it was red. fuck it was already 7 am. "you really don't know how to behave, don't you?" after you were adjusted, he suddenly "AHHah! wai-waiittt! uehhhg, shi-shiiiitt-shi hi-." a scream comes out from you as he rammed into you roughly "fuck- fuck so fucking tight f’me aahha!”

───RamenMan/ManRamen.

face riding/sitting. this man fucking loves to eat, he doesn't care if you nearly suffocate him, he would eat you out, probably for his own pleasure and not yours.

he was a huggeee fan of face sitting, you sitting on his face while eating you out was the best decision he has made in his entire life. your hole pushed against his tongue while he struggled to breate? yes. but poor you, thinking it was too much from him—so you pulled yourself off him. but as soon as you take a look from below, you saw his whiny face, wanting more. "woah!-" suddenly you get shocked when he grabbed your waist and set you to sit on his beautiful face once again. "noo... noooo don't go away. don’t run away pleaseee" god why is his voice so attractive. "let me eat you please, hmmm so hungry-need more, more." he'll make sure you're wet from his constant eating before fucking you. "so creamy...so naughty." he says, his tongue continuing to explore your insides.

───Kaizo.

..getting pegged. listen, this man is NOT a dom, he is sooo shy when you two make love, he's too shy to fuck you so you'll fuck him instead. riding. ride him and it will be the best thing that's happened to him, can't even look you straight in the eyes and would only if you hold his jaw and force him to.

god he's such a baby. his fan girl were brainwashed into thinking he was that hot man who would dominate his partner. well guess what, he was the complete opposite. "hmph-" he huffs as your thighs danced on his cock, "ohhhh-oh! hahhh...humm hp-shiii" he was more of a moaner, he couldn't process using words while you fuck him up so good. this man is actually very shy, "hm? what's that? you want more?" yes please, yes. he wants more. but oh no :( he can't talk. "can't talk? then no more" he whines when he hears this, oh that voice is so pretty. of course you couldn't resist him, he was like a siren. "oh fuck! mhaahhh..oh, oh oh!" he cries out of joy, hugging your waist while you take control of him....he didn't know how he ended up in this but he was so glad. getting pegged in the ass felt so good. it drove him wild, he wanted to do the same thing for you but, it will take him a really long time once he gets the enough courage to fuck you himself- and not you fucking him.

───Ejo jo.

fucking you on the wall. (s3 ejojo because his original form was lit build like a twig) he loves to take control, wall fucking is his favorite, he'll bang you and you'll just be taking pleasure.

"what is it hot stuff? can't handle my cock?" you were almost passing out from this, your back feeling the cold tempareture of the wall while your insides were hot as hell. "you're so mean..ah!" he slammed one hard thrust inside you to shut you off, he's such a bully. anytime you talk he would give you this one.hard.thrust inside you with his cock, it's an excuse for him to get more rough with you. "awww, can't handle it? feel so good?" this stupid guy laughs while you're dizzy from all this fucking. "fuck, fuck!" he felt hot, He was so— so close. he recognized the way you were moving, moaning- you were about to come. he smirks "hahh? why-why did you stooop? joo!!!" you mewl like a pathetic cat as he prevented you from creaming, you squeeze you legs while he laughs at you. "you really are pathetic." and there he goes again, suddenly giving you a hard pound.

───Gur'mida.

cowgirl/cowboy, except it's him controlling you. he'd sit and any time you move he'd put his hands on your hips and adjust you perfectly, he will then hug you and slam you in. he's big alright─bigger than tarung, taking him would be difficult to you so he'll help you out.

he's so big oh my god the size difference... his cock splitting you open as he towers his big figure over your much smaller one, your back arching and back feeling his heated chest. gosh he could see how you felt good as his robust body was against your back. "I-It's too big! s'too biig!" no it's not, stop being stupid. your hole was made for his huge ass cock, taking him in so, so good... "relax love, shh... see? It fits perfectly." he was so gentle, yet fucking himself inside you felt rough. "hmmmmh-..ahha!!! heug-heeehhh.... s-oo-soo big!" you were literally dripping wet, he was so happy you felt good (i fucking love gentle giants) a whining mess you were, he watches you being so obedient and letting him control you because he was to big, you couldn't ride it alone yourself. "fuuuhuuuckkk, so-so good it hurts!" he can't help himself wanting to fill you all up until you couldn't take it anymore- but he also didn't want to hurt you.

───Cikala.

any position that he gets to kiss you. god this man is sooooo pretty, he wants to kiss you at every chance he gets. he's so needy for kisses that it's so annoying, will fuck your brains out while he's passionately kissing you.

"pretty, pretty" the moment you two had a chance to be alone, you immediately made out...and got into this situation, your hips rocking at each others, insides feeling so good. and your pretty partner kissing you while he works his cock inside you, the way your hole tightens while it takes his cock only makes him to kiss you sloppier, his lips can't help but press it onto yours.... who's he to blame? "you taste so f'kn good..."

NOTE: Why is this so pathetic. This is actually my first time writing smut after years.

ngl I should've added retak'ka or vargoba

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 31

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, rape, therapy, depression

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After my second show Jensen picks me up again and he starts driving towards my apartment. But as we drive back through the city streets I spot a gelato place. It’s quiet given the late hour, and I want to stop but I feel guilty. Jensen notices my sudden silence and glances over. We pass the shop and my shoulders sink, but I try to shake it off. To my surprise, he takes a U-turn at the next intersection and pulls into a park.

As he shuts of the engine he says, “Let’s go for a walk.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts. Let’s go. It’s quiet out.” He swings his door open and I have no choice but to follow. We walk side-by-side through the surprisingly quiet streets and gaze through the dark store windows. Eventually we get a crosswalk that leads to the gelato store I spotted. He takes my hand and we cross together. We both scan the multitude of flavors before he steps forward and orders a double scoop cone with mint choc chip and chocolate. He then looks over at me for my order. I step forward and order a single scoop cone with cookies and cream ice cream with a strawberry on top. He swipes his card to pay for our order and we watch as we wait for our order. 

As we’re waiting I hear a familiar voice call out my name. I turn quickly and spot my younger colleague sitting at a booth with a few friends. She climbs over a guy and comes over to us. “You told me you didn’t recognise him! Did Stewie tell you to show him around? Why you?”

I look over at Jensen apologetically and he just smiles and hold his hand out to Jenna. “I’m Jensen, nice to meet you…”

I step in to introduce them. “Jensen, this is Jenna. She works at Mamma Jo’s with me.” I then turn to Jenna. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, but you have to understand that we didn’t want this getting out. He deserves a quiet holiday without getting mobbed by paps and fans.”

The server calls out our order and I turn to grab it while Jensen takes a selfie with her. I sigh, but I can help but be in awe of how nice and accommodating he is. Jensen hands her back her phone and I hand over his gelato. Jenna thanks Jensen and turns, but then turns back to me and says, “Guess it really pays to be the manager, huh?

I badly want to tell her the truth but I’m too scared, I just nod and say, “You have a good night. I’ll see you on Monday.”

I quickly leave the store and speed walk in the direction of the car. Jensen rushes after me and unlocks the car once I’m close. I get in and finally take a deep breath. I can feel the cold, sticky sweet dripping down the cone and onto my hand and I can’t stop the tears. I hate hiding and lying and now I hate that I’m wasting Jensen’s money. After a few moments he finally gets in the driver’s seat. He hands me some napkins I didn’t realize he grabbed. I pass him the cone so I can wipe up the mess. Onc e I've gotten most of it he hands it back and I try to eat it. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have forced that. I just really wanted to do something normal and I could tell you wanted gelato. I’m sorry if I put you in a bad situation with your work.”

I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have lied to her, but what could I say…”

“Yeah…it will be great when we can just come clean to everyone. But no stress okay, we’ll work it out until you’re ready.”

”I think it’s gonna be out of our hands…if we keep going out like this it’s inevitable that there’s gonna be photos and people sharing stories online.”

“You’re probably right…Im sorry…”

After swallowing a bite of decadent waffle I look over at him and say, “but you know it’s not even that…what I wanted more than anything was to set Jenna straight. Apologise, and open up and say us being there had nothing to do with work. That instead of her seeing us together and thinking I’m your tour guide it could just be as simple as two people hanging out together. That I could have a label to give her. Are we friends? Are we more than that? I mean, with kiss, cuddle, we had more than one sit down meal together, we’ve slept in the same bed…but because I’m so fucking terrified of- Shit, I’m sorry. You don’t need to listen to this…let’s just finish this and then you can drop me off at the Subway or whatever.” 

He places his free hand on my knee, but I keep my focus on what’s left of the sweet treat. “Firstly, there’s no need to apologise, if you need to vent, vent. I can listen. I am just a guy, you let me be that. So, friends, more than friends, it doesn’t make a difference. I can be here for you and listen and things will evolve at a safe pace. One that you’re comfortable with. And secondly, there’s no way in hell I’m dropping you off at the Subway at this hour. I know you take it when I’m not here and I can’t do anything about that, but we have a car tonight, so I’m not doing that to you. My best offer is that I’ll drive you back to your apartment and walk you inside or take you to Stella’s. You don’t have to spend the night with me, but you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Silence falls over the car as we both finish our gelatos. Once Jensen takes the last bite he turns on the engine and pulls out of the park. He expertly navigates back to my apartment with some help from his GPS and walks me up to my door. When I lock it and open it my eyes instantly fall on that couch again before drifting over to the counter. Terrible memories that I’ve been working so hard to repress flashback through my mind and I know Stella was right. Everything now is about so much more than just Todd. 

I startle from my dreamless sleep at the sound of the door slamming. I try to squeeze my eyes shut and calm my breathing. I listen carefully as each boot hits the tiles with a thud, followed by his bag. Next the fridge opens and shuts. Then, the sound in most terrified of: the sliding doors crash back into the wall sockets. Light instantly floods the room except for in his shadow. I stare at the dark looming presence on the wall in front of me. I don’t dare move. But he doesn’t leave me a choice. He grabs my arm, my skin burning in the worst possible way, and yanks me to my feet in front of him.

”The fridge is empty. I work terrible goddamn hours, dealing with drunken idiots, the least I deserve is to come home to a meal and a welcome home kiss from my girlfriend. Instead what? You’re off trying to live some lackadaisical dream about becoming a broadway star. I never should’a put that idea in your head!” I can smell the alcohol on his breath the second he opens his mouth. Before I have a chance to respond, not that I know what to say, he pulls me out of the room and pushes me harshly against the kitchen and I slam into the counter. But I don’t have time to focus on the newest bruise forming before he’s spitting orders out at me.

I try to throw together the semblance of a meal, but he’s right the fridge is basically empty. Our measly wages barely cover the rent and utilities, not to mention his extracurriculars. I knew he was a sucker for a good bet way back in Texas, but since moving to New York he’s only gotten worse. And he never wins, so there’s nothing left for groceries. Still I obediently do my best and take the blame. His hours do trump my few at the coffee shop so I should be trying harder. As he eats and I clean up I look down at the red marks and forming bruises on my arm and I know no one will ever hire a lead who looks like this. But that far fetched dream is all I have left, so I cling to it. It quickly fades as his empty plate clatters into the sink, hitting my hand as it does. 

“Now was that so hard?” He hisses as he gets up and storms into the ensuite. Once he’s out of sight I finally let the tears fall.

“Y/N, Darlin’. You okay? Where’s your head at?” I’m brought back into the moment by gentle hands on my upper arms and a comforting voice. I blink a few times to push away the memory and focus on Jensen’s concerned features. I shake my head as I feel tears prick at my eyes and dampen my cheeks. He softly pulls me into a hug with my head against his chest. “You’re safe. Just stay right here with me in this moment. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes, I gently try to pull back and he lets me. But as my gaze settles past him, I feel myself falling back into those traumatic memories—memories that I’d pushed so far down for so long. I know the only way through is to face them, and I will, with help of my new therapist, not tonight. I wipe at my cheeks and say, barely above a whisper, “C-Can w-e go to your h-hotel? I can’t-“

He instantly nods. “Of course. Whatever you need.”

An hour later we’re cuddling on the couch in his fancy hotel room, having showered and changed into comfy clothes that could resemble pyjamas. He has his arms wrapped around me as he pulls my back against his chest. He just holds me and I feel so safe in his strong arms. He doesn’t force me to talk and try to change the subject, he just holds me silently and waits patiently for me. I lose track of how long we stay like this before I finally feel comfortable enough to talk. “I’m sorry about before…I just-I have been avoiding certain memories for so long. Pushing them down, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. And I guess with the recent…events and starting therapy they’re resurfacing. There’s other things that happened in that apartment…between me and my ex that no one knows. Things that he did…said…the way he was. Stella knows a little, but I left out a lot of the details. The reason that I have trust issues, the reason the littlest things send me into a meltdown, the reason I’m terrified of how I feel about you…” As I finish talking I look over my shoulder to see his reaction. 

He just squeezes me the slightest bit tighter. “I’m not gonna lie…part of me wants you to tell me everything so I can share the burden. But I know it doesn’t work like that. You need to process it on your terms. I know even just saying what you did was a massive step for you. So, you’re doing great. And I’ll be here when you’re ready to share more.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, Darlin’. Whatever you need, I’m here. But I uh…I do wanna say something and I hope you’ll just listen and really consider it.” I sit up a little so I can look at him better. Once I’m still he continues, “I don’t think you should be alone in that apartment, especially at night. I know it’s got security now so it’s safer, but they can’t protect you from your thoughts. Whatever memories were haunting you tonight. You had a full panic attack, and I just don’t want you to have to go through that alone daily. I deliberately booked this hotel because of its proximity to yours…I can extend the booking for a few weeks or however long you need. I just want you to be comfortable and safe. I know I can’t fight your demons for you, but if I can offer this while you work through them.”

“But, Jensen I can’t-I can’t pay for it. And you-you need your money. You already have a place in Vancouver and Texas, you can’t…”

He rubs his hands gently up and down my arms. “In Vancouver I share an apartment with Jared, it’s less lonely that way and we get along great, like brothers really. So rent’s cheap enough. And I own my place in Texas, and since I’m barely there the utilities are low. I can afford this. My parents are always on my back about investing well for the future and not wasting my money. And I have. And this may be too soon to tell you or too much and I’m sorry if it is, but I want you in my future. And so I’m willing to invest in that. In you. In your most valuable asset…in your mental health.”

“Why me? I know I’ve asked before but I just-“

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s the fears, trust issues, the insecurities you mentioned. I’ll answer anything you need. Any reassurances you need to know I’m not messing with you. You remind me of home. You remind me who I was before the so called fame and craze that being Dean Winchester has thrown me into. I love Dean, I love the show, the fans all of it, it's a dream come true. But I also miss just being me. And with you I can just be me, a regular guy from Texas with a crush and a dream. And you inspire me, you remind me why I went into acting in the first place. Watching you up on stage and working so hard for your dream, it reminds me of my roots and keeps me grounded. And I want to share those passions with you. And you have a big heart, you always care for others before yourself. But now it’s time to care for you, and I know it’s hard, so I’m gonna be here every step of the way, to give you every chance to care for yourself the way you need and deserve.”

I tear up a little at his sentiments. Even in the early stages Trent and Tyler never said anything so meaningful. I can’t recall a time I’d ever felt this way, except maybe from my parents and that's different because they’re my parents, or Stella, but even that’s different, she’s my best friend. As if he can see my mind drifting again, he brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my wrist softly before just holding it against his lips.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he whispers.

I look at him and smile. “You really are a Pisces…” His eye brow lifts up in confusion, so I continue, “During a break from wedding planning, Stella looked up your star sign, she’s a sucker for all that stuff. I wasn’t sure if I really believed it, but yours definitely fits. You’re clearly very creative based on your acting skills, and you’re very in tune with your emotions. No guy has ever opened up with me the way you do. Nick and Stella are great together yet even she says he’s a man of few words. He shows his love in actions. You do both —not that I’m saying you love me— just you show you care by showing up, but you also talk in the way I need. I never thought I’d meet someone like that.”

“I guess I’ve always been a bit of an empath and comfortable with my emotions. I think it’s part of what makes me good at my job too, but I’m more glad that it helps you feel comfortable. And I won’t say that word yet, not until I know you’re ready to hear it and believe it…but I’m sure you know.”

I just nod and relax back into his arms. After some time of quiet I decide to try to open up. “Earlier, when I had that panic attack I wasn’t seeing the incident with Todd. It was my ex, Tyler. He used to come home late, tired and frustrated. And one night after a rough day, I’d failed one of my classes and got some harsh feedback from a tutor saying acting wasn’t my field and that I should consider a different dream, and so I came home and just went to bed. We had no food anyway since she barely had any money since he was a taxi driver and I was doing minimal hours at the cafe and he was addicted to gambling. But when he got home…he woke me up and made me make him dinner. But he didn’t just ask, he used to yank or push me around. That particular night he pushed me so hard I slammed into the counter. I was so covered in bruises, but he made me believe it was all my fault. If I was a better girlfriend he wouldn’t have to discipline me and continually teach me to be better.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that. I hope you know now that’s not true. You don’t owe anyone anything. You're not a child, neither were you one then you didn’t need teaching. And what he did was not discipline, not that he had any right to discipline you anyway. None of that was your fault, there was and is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m learning that now. But it was hard then. He was a little older so I looked up to him. I trusted him. So I believed everything he said, until I caught him in our bed with someone else. I mean, I knew he was sleeping with other women, that wasn’t a surprise, he’d just never brought them back to our place before. He’d generally go back to their place.”

“And what, he fed you some shit about not being built for monogamy? Said he loved you but he needed more to be satisfied?” I stay quiet. “Well, that’s complete bullshit okay. Men, women, anyone can be monogamous if they care enough about that person. And if your partner isn’t satisfying you you either need to have an adult conversation about it, or buy a toy.” He sighs and then more quietly says, “Sorry, it’s just…I’ve known guys like that in the past and they really piss me off. I get polygamy is a thing, but only if it’s fully consensual, and I don’t believe that you gave full, knowing consent. You were gaslighted and manipulated.”

I shake my head. “I kinda knew…and I was glad. Because it meant I didn’t have to, you know. He wanted things that I wasn’t comfortable giving and more often than I could. So honestly I was a little relieved at first. But when his moods didn’t improve and he got more violent and demanding in other ways, I just thought I was failing in every way.”

“Oh Darlin’. He failed you, not the other way around. Relationships are a two way street, if you’re not both comfortable then neither should be.”

I roll over in his arms so I can face him. “Please don’t ever change.” In my head, I can imagine a happy future with the green-eyed man under me. I know it would involve a lot of long distance given our career choices, but at least I trust he would never hit me or force himself on me or deliberate hurt me in anyway. It feels like such a low bar, but given my past it’s everything.

He leans forward waiting mere inches from my lips waiting for me to make the final move. I close the distance. When he pulls back softly he whispers, “I’ll try not to.” He lays his head back against the armrest and guides his hands up and down my back, encouraging me to snuggle back down. I rest my hands against his sides and my head on his chest. We lay quietly like this until my eyes drift closed and my breath evens out.

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from the 100 paired prompts list - ⁶¹⁾ peach pits and a pressed shirt collar for Jo and Joe. (yes you heard me.)

The sun rises early in late July, the beginning of August. She’s too warm, lying here in bed, unable to fall back asleep. Outside, a blackbird in a backyard tree sings. A warbler too, as she watches the light on the floor barely touch the murky outlines of their furniture — the dresser, the vase, the lamp, the mirror.

A sleeping Joe lies heavily beside her, soft snores and uncombed hair, the faintest stubble he’ll be shaving away in an hour at most.

Her tongue sticks in her mouth, tastes like teeth. Craving something. None of it’s been too strange, or at least no more strange than how she normally eats. Salt with the sweet, sour with the fat. She won’t ask him, she decides. She can take care of it herself. She can’t sleep anyway.

A few scattered mornings have seen her do this, take the car. Joe doesn’t mind, of course. He doesn’t put the work into it for nothing, he says. She’s dressed loosely, throws an old jacket on over all of it. Takes her wallet, her sunglasses. She almost smiles — it feels almost like stealing a Jeep. The air outside is fresh and cool, not yet hot with the afternoon sun.

The stand she’s thinking of is indeed open, a wooden sign wet with dewy grass. Plump peaches — Sugar May, the farmer calls them — brilliant nectarines and deep purple plums, delicate apricots, a few containers of cherries, like a lipstick ad in Technicolor, come to life.

She doesn’t know him well enough to dissuade the help loading a small box of the peaches into passenger seat, and something tells her he would’ve offered anyway. Something about him reminds her of something gone, his kind and wrinkled smile, faded flannel and work trousers, a lost summer afternoon before the war. He tells her to enjoy the fruit; she tells him she will.

Joe’s up by the time she’s back; she smells coffee from the open door when he’d gotten up from the table at the sound of the car pulling in. She sees his steaming mug on the blue-checkered tablecloth, hers set out on the counter. He’s dressed in blue too, collared chambray work shirt and darker trousers.

He looks surprised, at her early-morning mission, but doesn’t say so. Doesn’t look at her like anything other than who she is — the woman he married, the girl in love, the writer who chased the story halfway around the world and came home to him. He looks like a boy in love, when he looks at her.

“These look good,” he says, taking the box from her after his greeting, the good morning, the kiss he’d pressed to her lips after she’d set hers to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“I thought I might try and bake with them,” she says. “Evie sent over a recipe.”

She pushes her hair back behind her ear, catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Disheveled, hair a little wild from the open car window. Pink-cheeked. She wonders when the doctors are going to try and put her on bedrest. She’s getting there. She doesn’t know how she’s going to handle it.

He’s already holding one in his hand.

“Go on,” she says, smiling. “He wouldn’t let me leave without extras.” There’s a nectarine or two nestled in there, two clusters of plump cherries.

He doesn’t argue, only leans over the sink and bites. The door’s closed, the light beaming through the curtains he didn’t open. She can do this, now. Press her fingers to his, sticky from the sweet white flesh, ignore the clock on the mantle, kiss him breathless against her heart.

[valleydean]

Chapter 13 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

“How’d you sleep?” Jo asked as she spooned ground coffee into the drip.

“What are you, my mother?” Dean grumbled, his voice coarse. She rolled her eyes in response.

He rolled his neck to get the tension out, but it was no use. Especially not with the hangover headache lighting up his skull. 

Alcohol aside, he’d had a hell of a night after Cas had kicked him out without any money for a taxi. Dean had to skip fare like he used to when he was a kid and take the subway all the way to the West Side. He was lucky Jo let him in, even if she said she’d only let him stay for one night “and then you gotta get your shit together.” Dean thought about pushing his luck, but she’d seemed pretty strict.

He pulled the package of steak out from the cushion and frowned down at it. The sight alone made the stale alcohol in his stomach slosh uncomfortably.

“Is that my steak?” Jo scolded.

Dean looked up at her and shrugged innocently. “Needed it for the swelling.”

“That’s gross! I wanted to eat that!”

His irritation spiked. He had enough problems without having to worry about Jo’s dinner. “What else was I supposed to do? The only other thing you have is ice and that melted in, like, five seconds!” He gestured in the direction of the ice box behind her. “You know, for a woman, you’re bad at keeping the pantry stocked.”

Jo dropped her hands to the counter. “Do you have any idea how misogynistic that was?”

Dean grumbled, “Yeah, tell it to the suffragettes.”

The smell of coffee permeated the apartment. It woke Dean up marginally.

Jo huffed and walked around the counter to the space that counted as the living room. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “You know I don’t go to those stupid meetings.”

Dean was glad there was at least one woman in his life who didn’t.

“Anyway, I gotta get to work in a half hour, which means you have to leave,” Jo told him.

Dean sighed and leaned back against the chair. “Where the fuck am I supposed to go?”

“Not my problem.”

He shot her a fake smile and hummed. “Thanks for the sympathy.”

Jo rolled her eyes again and pushed her shoulders off of the wall. She stood directly in front of the chair and arched a thin eyebrow down at him. “You want my advice? Go grovel to Cas to let you back in.”

Dean puckered his lips. “Why do I always gotta be the one to go to him? He should be groveling! He lied to me, remember?” His anger dwindled as the reality of it washed over him. “Him and Lee.”

Was anyone telling Dean the truth?

Finally, some empathy played on Jo’s expression. “Lee’s an asshole.”

“And Cas?”

“He’s an asshole, too,” Jo said, “but he’s your asshole.”

Dean wrinkled his nose in distaste at the imagery.

“You know what I mean,” Jo said, dropping her arms to her sides. “Look, I’m not saying what he did wasn’t shitty, but he had good intentions.”

Dean thumbed at his ring, eyes downcast. “Yeah, he always does.” And look at where it always got them.

“So? Wouldn’t you prefer an asshole who at least means well? You and him have fought before, and you always make up. So make up.”

She made it sound so easy, but Dean had no idea what he was going to say when he saw Cas again. He knew what Cas wanted him to say. That he’d overreacted, that he’d done some soul searching and was okay with Cas keeping the belt, that he forgave Cas for keeping secrets yet again.

But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t mean any of it. And he really wasn’t in the mood to hear more of Cas’ half-assed excuses and justifications.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 1

I missed this family! I hope you're ready for incoming toddlers.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Buongiorno (Italian) Good morning Caro (Italian) Dear Grazie (Italian) Thank you Piccolo (Italian) Little one Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation Zia/Zio (Italian) Aunt/Uncle

Up in the Pinnacles lies the home of Devin and Luna Villareal. Devin is an established actress taking on movie gigs alongside her role as tv regular on ZBB: Apocalypse rising. As much as she loves her job she enjoys spending time at home with her beloved wife Luna who is a university professor. The pair have young twins toddlers Alfred and Rilian. Living with them is Devin’s younger brother Joey, a tech head who’s main goal in life is to sleep with 30 sims. 7 down, 23 to go.

Devin: Buongiorno bambinos! Wakey wakey. Time to rise and shine my little stars

The twins blink awake slowly and sit themselves up.

Luna: Who needs some more potty training

The twins look at each other and back at their parents sadly.

Alfred: Mummy I use diaper

Rilian: Me to Mummy, in sleep

Devin: Oh dear, do we need changes

Rilian: No Mama, need food!

Devin and Luna are so pleased that their picky eater wants food that they decide to leave changes for now, they can give the boys baths after breakfast.

Rilian: Up Mama, up!

Devin: You want up? I thought you don’t like being carried

Rilian: *quietly* I like snuggle

Devin sighs happily as her piccolo throws his little arms around her and snuggles into her hair.

Alfred: Mummy carry me? Food

Luna: I can do that, but you’ll have to pay

Alfred: Pay?

Luna: Kiss attack!

Alfred laughs as Luna scoops him in her arms and kisses his cheek. Since Rilian woke in a good mood Devin decides to chance carrying him to the kitchen while Luna takes Alfred.

Devin: Grazie Rilian for letting Mama carry you

Rilian: I hung, much hung

Devin: Don’t worry, mama will get you breakfast. Are you okay with cereal?

Rilian nods enthusiastically and Devin grabs him a bowl while Luna brings in Alfred.

Devin: Hey slow pokes, we left you in the dust

Devin pulls a funny face at Alfred who bursts into giggles.

Alfred: We here Mama, we here. I can has cereal Mummy

Devin: Hold on, what do we say

Alfred: I can has cereal… please?

Luna: Perfect. Oh Rilian, have you almost finished your bowl?

Rilian: I was hung Mummy, very hung

Luna: Can you say hungry? Hmm. Hung-ry

Rilian: Hung… ree?

Rilian looks at Devin quizzically while Luna is sorting Alfred’s cereal.

Devin: Try again bambino, hungry. If you want food you are hung-ry

Rilian tries a few times to say the word while Alfred pats at his cereal.

Devin: Alfred, caro, you need to put the food in your mouth

Alfred: *singing* ce-real, ce-real, I like ce-real *whoops*

Rilian: *giggles* Mama Alfe make messy

Devin: *laughs* Yes I can see

Luna: *quietly* Tell them not to play with their food

Devin: But you- you know…

Luna: *guiltily* That’s why I can’t tell them off

Devin: *sighs* Rilian, Alfred, you can’t keep playing with your food

Rilian: I no play, I finish

Luna: Well done on eating schnucki

Rilian: Mama, Mummy, what we do today? Can I has bath?

Luna: *laughs* And they said kids hated baths

Devin: Can you do the baths Lu? I think we need to work on our please and thank you because some of us are forgetting

Alfred: Why

Devin: Because we want to grow up to be nice polite people

Rilian: Mummy do we have to

Luna: Yes. Like your Mama said, we need to learn manners. If you’re lucky maybe she’ll teach you the words in Italian when you get the hang of it

Alfred: Then we speak Iti!

Devin: Si piccolo mio

Luna: Who wants first bath

Rilian: ME! Me!

Luna: Hmm, what a shame. No one wants a bath

Rilian: Me Mummy! I do

Alfred: Please Ri...

Rilian: Oh. Me please Mummy

While Luna and Rilian head for the bath Joey comes into the kitchen.

Joey: Buongiorno Devin, Alfred

Alfred: Bon gee no (Buongiorno) Zio Joey

Devin: This seems early for you

Joey: Hey, I’ve already hung the washing out

Devin: We really need to hire a maid

Joey: Yes! A hot one

Devin: You going to be working on your video game?

Joey: Just until you need to head out, then I can hang with my best little buddies

Alfred: We get time with Zio Joey? Yay!

Devin: Yeah, while Mummy and Mama go out together

Devin: Okay caro, do you remember why we say please

Alfred: It… it nice word

Devin: It is a nice word, yes. But we say it to be nice to others

Alfred: Why

Devin: To be polite and friendly. We say it when we want or need something. Shall we practice?

Alfred jumps up and down excitedly nodding his head.

Devin: Let me just get in character…

Joey: This should be something

Devin: Shh please Mr-I'll-only-play-a-robot, I’m focusing

Alfred: Zio Joey let mama focus so we have fun

Devin: *in accent* Hello, I’m a merchant from a far off land with many things to buy. How can I help you today

Alfred: What for sale

Devin: I have many pretty... colourful... birds!

Alfred: *gasps* I want bird! Can I has bird… please?

Devin: Of course, we always save our best birds for our polite customers. What kind of bird would you like

Alfred: One that goes caw *imitates bird*. Caw bird please

Devin: Of course sir, I will give you our best noisy bird

Alfred: Yay!!! I got bird

Joey: *with a mouthful of breakfast* What do you say when you get it?

Alfred: Umm… tank Mama?

Devin: Th…Th…Th…

Alfred: Thank Mama! Thank!

Devin: Very good job. Remember we have to say thank YOU or thanks

Alfred: Thank you! For caw bird

Devin starts making bird noises and snuggles Alfred close, getting in a tickle or two. Alfred begins to laugh and also make bird noises.

Joey: Woah, who let the birds out? That’s some good acting piccolo

Alfred: Thank you Zio Joey, thanks

Devin: Well done caro, good memory

Meanwhile stubborn Rilian and his fragrant diaper walked to the bathroom where Luna was waiting patiently.

Rilian: I ready, I can walk self see Mummy

Luna: Okay, here we go. Time to take off that smelly diaper

Rilian giggles and wiggles out of it with Luna’s help. He’s still too small to get in the bath by himself so once Luna has checked the water temperature she helps him in. Rilian absolutely adores water, he’d have baths multiple times a day if he could. Luna does her best to get him scrubbed clean but the toddler is more focused on playing with the water.

Rilian: Water for Mummy!

Luna: Oh no, I’ve been hit! Going down

Rilian laughs and continues to play between sponge scrubs.

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[poppy-metal]

nothing but jordan thoughts in my head i will never find peace jordan li being all boyfriend girlfriend fucking you in their hoodie instead of doing their coursework jordan li rubbing your hips in circles before they eat you out jordan li being your big spoon pulling jordan li in by their chain pearl necklace for a kiss moaning into their mouth when they sink inside you jordan li buying you lunch jordan li kissing your neck arguing w jordan li and them refusing to let you leave mad at them jordan li and their big brown eyes looking at your lips because they wanna kiss you so bad jo- *gets sniped*

[stickseascn]

hey, isn’t that JOSEPHINE “JOEY” DAVIS-SCOTT, who looks a little like ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY? i hear SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CIS WOMAN who works as CO-OWNER OF THE CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY who has been in town for HER ENTIRE LIFE. they ARE a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at WILLOW STREET or CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of LEATHER JACKETS, SOFT SMILES BENEATH HEAVY EYELINER, AND A HEART THAT’S TOUGH BUT EASILY BRUISED. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

basics

full name: josephine davis-scott nickname: jo, joey age: 32 years old date of birth: august 21st, 1992 zodiac sign: leo sun, cancer moon, aries rising gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her sexuality: bisexual occupation: co-owner of crystal ridge winery; manages social media for the winery and the davis-scott bed & breakfast; photographer; painter

family

mother: evelyn davis-scott father: james davis-scott sibligns: tba davis-scott, tba davis-scott, harlow davis-scott, penelope davis-scott nephews: alice reeves, teddy li, tba, tba, tba

personality

mbti: ESFP-A (the entertainer) moral alignment: chaotic neutral temperament: sanguine parallels: jess o'brien (chesapeake shores), pacey witter and jen lindley (dawson's creek), brooke davis (one tree hill)

about

she’s the youngest child in the davis-scott family and often felt a bit out of place among everyone -- her older siblings, nieces, and nephews, many of whom were born just a few years after joey herself. her house was always bustling, whether with family or the guests at the davis-scott bed & breakfast, where she spent most of her childhood and teenage years.

despite her outwardly extroverted nature, joey often felt lonely. that’s part of why amara has been so important to her ever since they met in kindergarten. the two girls have been inseparable ever since, navigating middle school, high school, and college in raleigh together, then amara’s pregnancy, and ultimately opening the crystal ridge winery side by side.

spotify wrapped

stick season - noah kahan

dirty little secret - the all-american rejects

don't tell me - avril lavigne

thnks fr th mmrs - fall out boy

the middle - jimmy eat world

hanging by a moment - lifehouse

the best of me - the starting line

disease - matchbox twenty

she will be loved - maroon 5

love song - sara bareilles

i'm a slave 4 u - britney spears

like a prayer - madonna

come clean - hilary duff

bleeding love - leona lewis

like a boy - ciara

since u been gone - kelly clarkson

i hate this part - the pussycat dolls

wanted connections / plots

exes: someone from high school or college. ideally, i’d love a dynamic similar to pacey and joey from dawson’s creek -- where jo takes on the pacey role lol. they’ve disliked each other since childhood, but things started to shift when they entered high school, and something romantic developed. however, it all abruptly ended before college. now, they've crossed paths again and are trying to convince themselves they can still be friends, but it's not easy being friends with someone you once loved.

work-related plots: people joey has worked with before, or is about to collaborate with. she’s a photographer and a painter with an impressive portfolio. she photographs events, weddings, parties—basically anything. in addition, she teaches a few free art and photography classes, particularly for kids.

some kind of enemies: joey is known for her abrasive personality. she’s outspoken and isn’t afraid to defend her ideas, no matter who she’s talking to. maybe your muse doesn’t like how blunt she is, or they have opposing views. it would be fun to have an enemy in such a small town. this conflict could be something recent or something that dates back to their school days.