#She was writing crazy things about him and he's here she's giggly

[hymnoire]

firefly – muse a checks on muse b in the middle of the night (could be Zephyr checking up on Kae or vice versa, our lovebirds. ykyk.)

In the Blue House, at the bottom of the forest surrounding the House of Misericorde, in the middle of the night, Kaeleena often writes. Until dawn, it is her favorite time of day to lay her thoughts down on the white paper of her diaries. Her days, her thoughts, her fears, her hopes—all captured in a conversation with herself. Someone like her couldn't possibly share what was happening in her head, not with her sisters, not even with Gaya. That was until Zephyr entered her life. Many pages are devoted to him, filled with obsessive notes, art, and poems about him. The Blue House is located in the forest of the House of Misericorde, far from the main mansion where her actual private apartments are. Here, closer to nature and silence, she finds solace. At night, Kaeleena still wears white, a nightgown made of silk and lace, her white hair let loose, spreading around the wood of the table when she, without realizing it, places her head down and falls asleep. It is his presence that wakes her, as he sits right beside her. Is she mixing reality and slumber again? A bit startled, her eyes tired yet lighting up at the sight of him, she always appears reverential, severe even—but not here, as she is caught in a moment with her walls and defenses down. Not that she truly wanted them up right now. "My phantom," she says slowly, her voice filled with joy at seeing him and her soul too. His presence she feels in her bone. She grabs him by the collar, pulling his face closer so their foreheads touch, their eyes locked. There is almost something candid in the way she contemplates him in the dim, timid lights of her secret room and the tender grin on her lips. "Is my mind playing beautiful tricks on me? Is your presence only happening in my head? Have you come to find me?"

wordless prompts // still accepting.

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Not able to draw today so you get me writing 😔

I don't think I like growing up.

Sure, mum says that with growing up i get more chances with things like watching what I want, not have a bedtime anymore but..

I don't think it's worth it. Neither of us do.

it's.. scary, if I have to be honest.

neither me or my older brother Darwin are gonna grow up any time soon and I'm glad but, my other brother? Gumball?

He's bound to grow up at any time now, he's the oldest and he's the closest one between all of us three to become officially a teen.

he just needs to turn 13 and he's gonna be a teenager.

And..I don't want that. I don't think Darwin wants it too.

We've been noticing how gumball has changed- in a lot of ways and my theory is that he's growing up, he's starting, mum says it too.

She seems happy about it but we're not. It's just so scary to see.

his voice changed and now he's all about penny this and penny that- he's all about this girl and just seems obsessed with her! Even the slightest interaction makes him go all crazy and giggly, whenever she's around he turns all red like a tomato but he doesn't seem embarrassed. He's just

So weird now.

Mum says that it's normal, at his age boys should start "thinking about girls" but it's just so confusing.

especially because gumball seemed to understand and didn't even like that like a month ago!

He had an entire rant about how he won't "think about girls" or anyone for that matter, that he's never falling in love or have a crush, and honestly I agreed with him. He never seemed the type to do all of that corny stuff with someone, especially the kissing. Ew.

but. But the moment we stepped in middle school he changed entirely, I don't know what happened.

sure the first few days were normal I guess, he just did his usual antics but then he met this girl- and with Darwin as my witness- is like he froze.

Like if he was a deer in the middle of the street.

and from that moment on he hadn't stopped talking about her, he only stops when mom is around for some reason.

but it's not just that- he changed in other ways! his fur changed- he got taller I think- and his voice is so low now compared to ours! He's more snarky and sarcastic now and he scoffs a lot too- he's like those teenagers in highschool in movies, all grumpy and mean all the time.

I don't..what that.

I want my brother.

I want my naive and sweet big brother who just wanted some friends and play knights and princesses outside in the yard.

I don't want this cynical, sarcastic, snarky and cocky guy. That's not my brother.

Mum says that it's normal for him to change, he's going through puberty or whatever but- it's not fair! Couldn't he stay the way he was? Sure, he was a little bit stupid and naive and because of that people bullied him and took advantage of him but he was the sweetest! Both of my brothers were!

Now only Darwin is and gumball is just this- guy who likes going out with his friends instead of. Of me. And Darwin.

Sure Darwin tags along but- I'm just left alone.

Before middle school gumball and Darwin used to hang out with me- gumball used to ask me homework, he used to ask me things- now he just doesn't.

Now he just doesn't pay attention to me, only sometimes he does but even when he does he feels like a totally different person.

and penny. I don't know what she's doing to him- she seems sweet but- he just makes him panic and he gets super quiet whenever he talks to her- it's cheesy and annoying.

What if they eventually get together? What if gumball eventually gets stolen definitely and I won't be able to see him anymore?

Sometimes he talks about marriage or college and that just means he will leave me here in Elmore just for some peanut girl!

he's gonna leave me and Darwin here while he goes with people he just met in middle school.

it's just not fair. I don't like this change that much.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Johnny Knoxville x Babydoll Headcanons Pt.1

I’m doing this bc I’m bored but I’m also too lazy to write another one shot.

I’ll have more but here’s a few to get you started ♥️

NOT MY GIF

- y/n is more than Johnny’s girlfriend (and later his wife)

- she’s truly his other half, and he’s hers

- they have each other’s back at all times

- while she loves when he calls her “babydoll”, she also loves when he calls her “cutie”

- she can’t help but smile when he calls her that as it makes her feel all mushy and whatnot

- his heart melts when she refers to him as “my love”

- like he gets all giggly inside

- he loves to drive her crazy

- Like he loves it

- He’s learned his limits with it and usually does a good job of not crossing them

- when y/n ends up getting an office at the Dickhouse office building Johnny will find every excuse to go to her office

- like every excuse

- “PJ I’m on the phone.” “I need to grab a sauce packet from the drawer.” “You already have a shit ton in your desk drawer.” “Yours are better.”

- in return, she loves to lie down on the couch in his office and do suggestive poses while he’s on the phone while making funny faces

- it took them some time but they learned how to separate work from their personal lives

- it’s not always easy but they manage it

-what you see with Johnny Knoxville is what you also get with PJ Clapp and man, does she love that

- she loves that he’s not only talented and courageous, but he’s hard working and ambitious

- his ambition and courage turn her on

- before he does any stunts, he requests an off camera kiss from her for good luck

- it does not bring him any luck or prevent any serious injuries

- but it became his ritual and it stayed

- she’s done a couple minor stunts besides the milkshake challenge

- but Johnny is adamant about her staying away from the dangerous stuff

- but she’s still somewhat known in the Jackass fanbase

- when she’s Johnny’s plus one at events, she goes the extra mile to make sure she looks so good that he’s proud to show her off

- little does she know she could wear a potato sack and he’d be proud as a peacock to have her on his arm

- this will later be explained more in another one shot but she did do some production stuff for Playboy before she went on to do stuff for MTV

- she also wrote for the magazine a couple times both pre and post Jackass

- Johnny calls her his favorite Playmate despite her insistence she has never been asked to pose and will never pose

- he loves that she works as hard as he does

- but he knows when to pull her back when it gets to be too much

- “Babydoll, it’s midnight.” “I’m almost done.” “I love you but that’s a lie. Now save your work and shut the computer off.”

- he also loves that he can confide in her about anything and feel validated

- he also loves talking to her

- even if it’s late at night or first thing in the morning or even in the middle of traffic

- they can talk about everything and anything

- she’s his passenger princess

- when he goes to film other movies she’ll visit him

- she’s been Mrs. Knoxville from the moment she first appeared on camera with him

- all the way to Jackass Forever when they re-did the milkshake challenge and let their two kids make the disgusting milkshake

[b-ritney]

My Favorites Fics

This is going to be an ever expanding list that I will edit from time to time, I have almost 400 liked stories though so it will take me a while to get through everything!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't be offended if a story you wrote doesn't come up on the list I promise I don't mean to leave anyone out I LOVE all the stories I've liked and the writers, and I tell my IRL friends about your writing ALL the time!

I will write next to each thing what it is :)

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Take The Edge Off by @ohcaptainstains : SMUT

This is soooo good it's one of the first fics I read when I got really into this community and I was immediately hooked.

Aftercare by @dazed-nymphsss : FLUFF but mentions smut

Another really sweet one I read at the beginning of my obsession, I read it while I was overnight dog-sitting for my grandma's neighbor and I just remember the dog giving me the weirdest looks when I was giggling and kicking my feet.

Gentle With Me by @swingsuckerswing: SMUT

Reminds me of a movie I just can't figure out which one though.... I just love how Eddie is so sweet about the whole first-time thing.

he's gentle when he wants to be by @munsonussy: SMUT

LITERALLY, I DIED "Is it okay if I touch you baby, or not yet?" SUCH A GENTLEMAN AHHHHH

something extra by @luveline: SMUT

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

Eddie loves on anxious reader drabble by @bambimunson: FLUFF

As someone who struggles with an anxiety disorder this type of love and affection would make me want to hold onto that person and never let them go sooooo sweet!

Shy! reader joins hellfire by @luveline: FLUFF

THE ENDING BRUH I kid you not I cried, having a friend like Eddie would be so special. Who gave him the right to be this charming and adorable!

Aftercare w/ Eddie by @silkscream: FLUFF with mentions of smut

I'm a fool for the giggly, loving afterglow when nothing else matters but the 2 of you. This is *chefs kiss*

Right Here by @upsidedownwithsteve: Fluff but with *sMuTtY sPicE*

Shit you not I probably come back and read this at least once a week... I think I'm jealous of the reader lmao, The shotgunning is... *bites knuckle* so so so so sexy.

Eddie holds your hand while he eats you out by @manicpixiedreamcurl: SMUT

If one day someone ever loves me for real, they better hold my hand like this.

Systematic Oppression by @fierce-writer Guns n Roses Meme

They would absolutely do that, also LOVE your profile pic Myles and Slash kick ASS!

Period Sex w/ Eddie by @ddejavvu: SMUT

Some people are just lucky I guess UGH we love a bf how doesn't mind getting a little messy haha seriously though Im in love with this lmao

Size kink with Billy Hargrove by @tommydarlings: SMUT

I love the whole thing but the NSFW part *bites knuckles again* my intimidation kink is really making itself known rn lmao

Bi-Billy I'm Nervous by @smolkiwi98 : SMUT

I resonated with this one so much, my virgin ass still goes crazy re-reading this all the damn time. The reader just sounded so much like me lmao but LIKE when he's still a little mean when she tenses up HEHEHEHE I'm a SLUT for that shit.

FACESITTING W/ EDDIE by @forourmoons: SMUT

I'm what society considers plus size sooo I've always been hesitant to even indulge myself in this topic, but HOLY SHIT, this fic is so cute and encouraging, while also being nasty af. Like me LMAO JK JK

Baby, Kiss Me Quick by @upsidedownwithsteve: SMUT

Call me sweetheart again I dare you! ..... no seriously like call me sweetheart again hehehehehehe (Have you ever heard sponge bob say "I loOOVVEE ITTTT" bc that's what I sound like rn.)

Ice Cube request by @sunflowersteves: SMUT

Listen.... don't knock it till you try it, that's all I'm gonna say. LMAO seriously though this is again *chefs kiss* (PLZ DON'T TRY THIS UNLESS YOU'VE TALKED TO LIKE A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING, just keep the ice on the outside unless you know what your doing...)

Stick & Poke by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

I'm just jealous of the reader honestly, I'm a whore for that shit, also is it weird that I like the feeling of being tattooed... the whole experience is like a challenge to see if you can take it or not... OMG I just learned something about myself LMAO

camera shy by @bowerquinn SMUT

excuse me while I *swallow my whole fist* it stayed up until 2am reading this one a while back.

Babysitter x Steve by @mypoisonedvine: SMUT

This was like a gateway drug for me into the universe of STEDDIE X BABYSITTER fics which is currently my all-time favorite trope. It's so good omfg.

Angst writer Meme by @thedialup

Lol the cheeky little smile on the stick figures face is accurate as hell too, they know they are channeling all that internal rage and turmoil into a masterpiece lmao.

The "Yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Mix of Fluff/SMUT/angst kind of

This series has 7 PARTS as of right now, when I tell you it's good it's fucking GOOD, the way the tension slowly builds between the reader and Eddie is so... for lack of a better term *tAntAliZinG* I LOVE IT.

Boys On Film by @corrodedcorpses SMUT

This writer... y'all this writer, she is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C this is also a series that is so FUCKING good.

June Baby by @luveline Mix fluff/angst/ idk about smut I haven't finished the series yet.

Ok, so this series consistently made me cry in the best way. Something about Eddie just being so good to this young single mom made me emotional, so so amazing.

Soft Sex with Eddie by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

This makes me involuntarily shake.. like a constant state of anticipation the intimacy is OFF THE CHARTS. I loVe iT

Rumour by @msgexymunson SMUT

This..... I don't even know where to start.. not only has this series been giving me actual life the last few weeks but I JUST KEEP COMING BACK TO IT... listen, the dick piercing? masterstroke my friend, well done. take a bow honestly. *clap* *clap* *clap*

Love Me Deep by @tastefulstars SMUT

These men have a choke hold on me right now... why is it that the idea of being helpless between them turns me on so much lmao. Maybe it's like the unintentionally filthy, dirty talk they do, idk lol.

The Sheep by @newlips SMUT

It's the tattoo's for me *drooling*

Shy reader x Rockstar Eddie! by @lucasnclair FLUFF

The cutest... this is basically what I want from my future rockstar husband. I will come back and thank this writer when I print this story and hand it to my husband as a BLUEPRINT lmao (don't worry I'll make sure I credit you haha)

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic FLUFF/ SMUT/ ANGST

I apologize for the language but good FUCKING god this fic made me feel all the emotions. This writer's talent is unbelievable! I will say I love how you made Eddie's publicity wife the actual baddest bitch ever, we love a powerful woman who helps those in need.

How They Comfort You by @dazed-nymphsss FLUFF with some innuendo

Love the whole thing but when Billy says, "You wanna go for a ride?" THE FACT THAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO POSITIVE EXAMPLES IN HIS LIFE AND HE IS STILL DOING THE BEST HE CAN FOR HIS PARTNER MAKES ME FERAL

Taking Steve and Eddie At The Same Time... by @indulgentlyinclined SMUT

The way this kept me up at night for 3 days straight. I- am drooling

Steddie X babysitter by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint SMUT

I could go on for FUCKING WEEKS about this currently 2 PART series.... It is my current obsession and the topic of every conversation I have with my irl friend I read fics with... I almost stayed awake through the night when I stumbled on this one... like I was giggling so much I had to keep stopping and starting lol... literally so good.

Pretty Sounds by @eddiethefreakkmunson SMUT

Can you imagine if this was reality though... Axl Rose is on his fucking knees, Eddie would be his god.

Sitting on Eddie's Amp by @corrodedcherry SMUT

Thank you for giving yet another reason to love dirty ass rockstars... I've been perched on top of a live amp before lmao.... listen... like I said before, DONT KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT

Eddie's rings while he eats you out by @niceboyeds and @munsonology SMUT

But can you imagine though UGH

Inked Eddie x reader x steve by @muertawrites SMUT

Again with the tattoo thing, I LOVE the feeling of being tattooed so I don't relate to the reader's physical pain BUT BUT BUT I can relate to wanting to be in her exact position every time I read this fic, AHHH the jealousy is TOO REAL lol

Approved by @writingdumpster SMUT

I can't wait to make my parents this angry lmao, this is soooo *spIcY*

As You Wish by @corroded-hellfire SMUT

I'm biting my knuckles again seriously like this is sooo damn hot. Thank you for giving me life with another Babysitter fic UGH

weekend storm by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

You're a wizard Harry, seriously this is *MaGic*

Enjolras eats mad revolutionary pussy by @ceriseheaven SMUT

When I tell you I showed this to everyone... *bites knuckles* the part with the corset... you're a GENIUS! also..... THE FRENCH

I'm In Control by @justmeinadaze SMUT SMUT SMUT

Every time you update I giggle with excitement. This series blows my mind in the best way ugh

Helping Hands by @daddyreid SMUT

The way this has invaded my thoughts every day since the first time I read it... round of applause for this author.

Easy Like A Sunday Afternoon by @newlips SMUT

My friend and I read this together during the intermissions of a hockey game and we both screamed at the part where he protects her head WE LOVE A THOUGHTFUL CARING MAN!

Baby, as if by @carolmunson SMUT SMUT SMUT

OK be warned if you are not into dark toxic mean Eddie then you might want to be very cautious, but FOR ME.... my panties evaporated LMAO are we okay?! hahaha

Perv Eddie Eats Your Puss while you sleep by @corrodedcherry SMUT

... imagine having like a sexy dream and then waking up and it's for real happening ummmm.... hehehehe (consensual of course)

Eddie spits on your pussy by @ceriseheaven

Take a bow queen bc this is a masterpiece, when he, "need another taste baby, you'll give it to me?" LMAO my mom goes "Why the fuck are you screaming." This is absolutely one I'll come back too, I'm sending this to the girly group chat as we speak.

[godslino]

Hey thereee

So girl who decided to intricately tell you what she thinks about your writing is back RAHHH IT'S EVEN BETTER THIS TIME!?

what the hell was piece by piece.

I had an exam like a couple of hours ago (😧 changed the trajectory of my life fr) and after I finished studying for it yesterday, I wanted to take some time off and relax, decided to go through your work and god am I happy that I did so.

I asked you this the last time as well, but I'll ask you again.

How.

Do.

You.

Write.

So.

Well.

Like Minho Stan or not, this was such a giggly, leg kicking, blushing little story that has been presented so freaking well. Every one has been written so well like the way you decided to do the little 'dude is that the good pizza from down the street' like RAHH THE WAY I STARTED CACKLING.

You presented the characters so well, their relationships so well and what I love love LOVEEEE are the little details authors add to stories. Some that I noticed in piece by piece:

"No fornicating on the furniture" LIKE A HSVSHSHHAHSAHA STOP.

"princess" 😋😋🫶

"A man after my heart" I'm GIGGLING HEHEHE

Word like 'saccharine' and 'rabbiting' like mwahh your vocab is so sexy dude.

The way Minho is so shyyyyy like this is the first little fic I think I've seen in which Minho gets THIS SHY. (I'm whipped for shy Minho stfu)

And now the drumroll please *🥁🥁*

THE STORY.

😋😋😋

Me throughout the plotline:

I wanna eat this shit up, like this fic is so me, so what I want to read after lots of stress, so I just fried my brain up but this makes it a hundred times better, so BEAUTIFUL.

So all over, I just wanna say a BIG thankyou for bringing a smile to my face even when I was sitting in the exam hall, still thinking about this sweet baby of a story.

MWAHH THANKYOU LOOVEEE

would you think i was crazy if i said this review made me cry?? BECAUSE IT DID.

first, i’m honored that you chose to read my work as a reward for studying like oh my god. that’s one of the most rewarding things FOR ME as a writer it gives me all the warm fuzzies in my little author heart.

second, i LOOOOVE piece by piece. there is a very soft spot that i have for shy boy minho, mostly because i don’t really see him written that way. if you ask me, i think he’s the most shy out of all the skz members when it comes to anything related to dating. soft, gentle, etc. so please expect him to be written like that 9/10 times when you read my stuff bc i’m one of his biggest advocators.

and third, one of my favorite parts about writing is making it personal not only to the reader but also to the characters. i LOVE adding bits and pieces that serve as some sort of a call-back to something that happened earlier on or just better portray their humanity because i find that it’s easier to create a connection with the story and have it create a lasting effect. and i’m SO HAPPY that was the case here.

i seriously can’t thank you enough for your feedback, it helps me be not only a better writer but a better person. you are an amazing human and i bet you ROCKED that exam. i remember how much i dreaded tests in college so this is me sending you all the good vibes for a kick ass score 🫶

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU FOR EVERYTHING!!

all the love, ina 🤍

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hii i would to order some relationship headcanons plis with a giggly and sociable mc fem with beautiful golden curls like shirley temple for example ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა for heartslabyul and only if possible in another post for diasonmia 👀👌 thanks you and have a good day *hug

Writer's corner: qwq Sweetheart... I only took requests for a maximum of 4 characters (from the moment I'll open requests again to the future I'll take requests for 3 characters in each headcanons post qwq).. in Heartslabyul there are 5 characters!.. please, be more specific with characters next time, sweetheart! So I can write your favourite characters♥ Here you'll find Ace and Deuce.. I'll post another part with Trey, Cater and Riddle and then, if you like these, let me know, so I can do one for Diasomnia too, okay?♥ Step by step.. xD♥ Thank you for the support, the enthusiasm and the energy, darl!! I appreciate it.♥ (you're literally the kind of friend I like having around btw! haha xD♥)

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw, cute stuff here~♥ (!!!Slight spoilers of the main books of the game and the vignette about the ghost marriage!!!)

⭐𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞⭐ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐦𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬

⭐Let's be honest here..

⭐Ace had bad experiences in dating girls!

⭐So he promised himself that he wouldn't have dated a girl anymore as he entered NRC.

⭐He once said it himself, since he used to have a girlfriend when he was in middle school.

⭐"Hanging out was just plain boring, so I stopped contacting her as time went on..."

⭐But.. then..

⭐Well.. then he saw her.

⭐He saw mc, with her cute happy expression and her beautiful golden curls.

⭐Ace couln't hide that, well.. her beauty was like a magnet, always getting his attention, always forcing him to look at her, to admire her.

⭐Well.. At first he was quite scared that she was another one of those girls who always takes pictures for Magicam, who loves romantic things and hates fun stuff, like rollercoaster!

⭐But then he realized that mc was different..

⭐She wasn't only beautiful, but.. also so kind-hearted and fun!

⭐She was brave! And what really surprised Ace was that she was young yet so mature.. so smart.. so wise!

⭐He was always feeling quite embarrassed comparing himself to her sometimes, hehe...

⭐Actually he even thought that she deserved someone better than him.. so he tried to ignore her at all costs.

⭐But each time he heard her laughter, especially after he did small and innocent pranks to her, well..

⭐He couldn't help but let his heart racing like crazy.

⭐He used to bother everyone with those small pranks- but, let's be honest, he quite loves to bother and piss eveyone off, like poor Deuce oof.

⭐So seeing mc laughing and not getting angry at him... well... Ace really couldn't stop it, couldn't control his heart..

⭐He couldn't tell it to stop, and of course he couldn't also hide a small smile on his face as he heard that giggle..

⭐He could simply let himself being awestruck and let his cheeks becoming red slightly.

⭐"Heh.. You know, mc.. You're just so cute.. I.. I always have fun when you're around.. uhm.. would you like to hang out, sometimes...?.. Y-yeah.. uhm.. as a date..."

⭐Deuce has no experience in romance.

⭐He has always thought that people- except for his mum- would take off the moment he makes eye contact with them.

⭐Like if he was that intimidating!

⭐And even if his friends- especially Ace- are sure that Deuce could be a magnet for girls, because he's that type of bad boy..

⭐Well..

⭐Deuce thinks that it's only a great bullsh#t.

⭐Actually in the first place Deuce really doesn't like when people refer to him as his past self.

⭐He's not that badass small brat with bleached hair he used to be when he was in middle school!

⭐He's now going to be a respected and good student!

⭐He doesn't want to disappoint his mother anymore...

⭐As he thought about it and about how romance is something far from him, he saw mc..

⭐He met her gentle and kind eyes..

⭐Deuce saw how gorgeous and pretty she looked with her blonde curls.

⭐Then he opened his eyes wide and let a small gasp, as his cheeks became redder.

⭐At first he was confused by feeling his heart beating faster than usual.. some butterflies inside his stomach and some warmth on his cheeks.

⭐But as he knew her profoundly, well.. he soon understood that mc was special for him.

⭐What he really loved about her wasn't simply her beauty, but her wisdom, her being mature and smart.

⭐I can picture mc helping Deuce at school too, actually, like caring and worrying for him too.

⭐She'd be so caring and understanding with him that Deuce couldn't help but fall for her more.

⭐He'd also be so clumsy and adorable even when trying confessing her.

⭐"The fact that you understand me... without any problem.. the fact that you make me feel home while I'm with you.. is.. is this love, mc?.. If so.. well.. uhm... I love you, I guess... hehe-.."

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[imagine--if]

Hello! I just found your blog and I love your writing! Could I possibly get a Keoghan joker! x innocent shy reader where she gets really flustered and giggly around him and he just loves it and thinks she is the cutest thing!❤️

A/N: Thank youuuu, of course you can 🥰🃏

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman spoilers?? Opposite attraction 😏💕

• Okay, so if you're not a crazy badass like him, instead being an innocent, shy person who takes college classes a few days a week and lives a pretty normal life...

• Doesn't matter. He's still in love.

• I think I'm done here

• Being innocent of crimes and all just makes him more protective and obsessive tbh, so if anyone attempts to use his only weakness - you - against him, they won't last long at all

• J thinks you're adorable and perfect and cute, and loves making you flustered hehe

• So proud when he makes you laugh 😌

• It's a wonder to him that someone like you could actually like him, cus like, you're so different and he's not normal...

• Insecure about his scars really, but of course, he'll never admit it. He likes that his appearance is a threat and scary to people, but not to you

• But you love everything about him anyway, so knowing that, he's not gonna let you go

• Such a yandere 😂💚

• He still wants to show you off to all his victims and allies, but if you wanna stay as an insider, that's fine too

• Sometimes he just can't believe you're with him, Joker lives to make his queenie happy 👑😍

[intheticklecloset]

What You Miss (Dr. Stone)

Summary: Gen decides it's high time Senku got something that he misses from the old world to repay him for all he's done.

A/N: I AM SO EXITED TO SHARE THIS ONE!!! My first Dr. Stone fic!! I love this anime so freaking much and I can't wait to write a whole bunch more for it! For now, please enjoy my full-length fic debut into this fandom! Enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,013

@skribblz for convincing me to give Dr. Stone another try and for all of the amazing fanart she's drawn for me recently!

@giggly-squiggily for the major Dr. Stone writing inspiration! Check out her stories; they're amazing!

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“What is it, Senku?”

The question surprised the scientist, who turned just as Gen came up on his left, watching him with that soft smile and mischievous glint in his eyes. Senku quirked a brow at him. “Nothing. I’m just resting my shoulders. They hurt sometimes when I work for too long.”

“No, I mean…what is it you miss?”

Senku stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

Gen looked out over the water and the village. “You’ve worked so hard to bring back so many things that modern society has lost. You make cola for me, and all those crazy things that don’t seem possible for the villagers. But you never make anything for yourself. Isn’t there anything you miss?”

“Heh.” Senku rolled his left shoulder with a slight groan. “I don’t care one millimeter about material things I’ve lost. My only concern is bringing back what humanity worked so long to create to make a better world.”

“Then what about non-material things?” Gen asked, eyeing him closely, curious. “Your father?”

The words stopped Senku for only a moment before he switched to rolling his right shoulder. “My father is long gone. Nothing to be done about that now.”

“Come on. Surely there’s something you really wish could be brought back from the old world. What is it?”

Gen was persistent, Senku had to give him that much. He paused for a long moment, deciding to consider the question seriously. Finally he sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Honestly, Gen? I miss laughing.”

That certainly wasn’t what the mentalist had expected. “Laughing? But you laugh all the time.”

“No, you know what I mean.” Senku’s eyes softened as he looked out at their view of the village. “I mean watching a video that’s so absurd you can’t help but bust a gut. Watching your classmates make simple chemistry mistakes that literally blow up in their faces. Humor. Real laughter. I don’t get much of that out here.” Senku smirked. “I don’t remember the last time I really laughed at something. I guess that’s what I miss, if I had to choose.”

Before Gen could reply, there was a loud crashing sound from somewhere behind them, causing them both to turn and look just as a cloud of dust rose up in the air behind the observatory.

“Well,” Senku said, turning to walk towards the ruckus, “I’d better go see what that was.”

But Gen stayed put, watching him, already thinking of a way to pay Senku back for everything he’d done for this stone world.

*

Some weeks passed, and Senku forgot all about his conversation with Gen, losing himself in his work as he always did. He didn’t notice the subtle looks he got from the mentalist every now and then, or if he did, he didn’t let on. He simply went on as usual, working and directing and gathering materials for the next project to tackle.

Then, one night – when he was particularly exhausted and ready for bed – Gen pulled him aside.

“Senku,” the mentalist said, “I have something for you.”

“Okay?” Senku yawned. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise, so I need you to put this on.” Gen held up a strip of cloth that was meant to serve as a blindfold.

Senku hesitated. “The last time I wore one of these, you surprised me with an observatory for my birthday. I hope you haven’t done anything quite that extravagant again.”

Gen put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Extravagant? Me? I would never.” Then he smirked and held it out. “Just take it. Trust me.”

The scientist waited only another moment or two before taking the offered cloth and tying it over his eyes. “At least I can put it on myself this time.”

“It will make the surprise that much more surprising.” Gen took his arm and started walking. “This way.”

Senku could tell from where they’d begun their path and the trajectory of Gen’s leadership that they were headed to his lab, though for what he couldn’t begin to guess. It didn’t help that he was tired. All he wanted to do was crawl under his covers and pass out for the night. But he didn’t resist as his friend helped him find the table and sit on it.

“Now, keep that blindfold on for just a bit longer, Senku,” Gen instructed. “Positions, everyone.”

So there were others here. Senku could hear the shuffling of a few pairs of feet – probably four or five, probably consisting at least of Chrome and Kohaku. He couldn’t tell who else. Then – without warning – he felt hands grabbing his arms and legs, gently but firmly pulling him down so he was lying on his own lab table, his wrists and ankles pinned to each of the corners.

Suddenly he grew nervous. “Whoa, wait a minute here. What’s…?”

Then he felt another set of fingers sporadically poking up and down his ribs, making him gasp aloud. He tried to curl up, but his other friends (presumably) were holding him too firmly for him to do more than squirm. He gritted his teeth against the traitorous snickers that threatened to bubble up out of him.

“W-What is g-going on here?” he managed, sounding strained even to his own ears. “Guys—”

“You said you missed laughing, Senku,” Gen said sweetly from somewhere above him seconds before he felt a weight settle on his hips, further trapping him. “We’ve all decided this is the best way to go about helping you with that.”

“This w-wasn’t what…I’d had in mihihind.” Senku pressed his lips together, really struggling to hold off his mirth against the light tracing along his sides. He breathed rapidly through his nose as though hyperventilating, limbs shaking.

“Ugh, you are so stubborn.” Gen huffed. “Time for some drastic measures, everyone. You know what to do.”

Suddenly there were fingers everywhere – from his underarms to his stomach to his knees and even his feet – and Senku gave up the fight. What was the point? They already knew.

“Nohohohohoho,” he giggled helplessly, submitting to their hold but squirming all the same. “Guys, come ohohohohon…”

There was a huge smile in Gen’s voice. “There we go! Just took a little coaxing, didn’t it, Senku? Now, to really get you laughing.”

“Thihihihis is chihihihildish,” Senku protested, jerking when Gen squeezed his sides harder. An actual laugh slipped out of him, and the knowing hum his friend gave him in response sent a shiver up his spine. He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. Was he blushing? Senku didn’t blush. Another squeeze drew another bark of laughter, followed by a warning and pleading, “Gehehehehehen!”

“Just testing~” Gen giggled. To whomever held his arms he said, “Try some spots up there. See how he reacts.”

“W-Whahahahat is this?” Senku sputtered, grinning despite himself. “An expeheheheriment?”

“Of course! A ticklish experiment, to learn where our dear Senku is most sensitive. That way we can make you laugh all the time!”

“Thihihis ihihisn’t what I meheheheant and you knohohohow it.” Senku tried pulling his arms down to protect his armpits, but whoever had him held him tight, not allowing him any leeway.

“I know. You two at the bottom, try some spots. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a good one right here…” He squeezed Senku’s sides again, earning a surprised yelp and even more helpless giggles. “…but we’d better cover all our bases.”

Someone squeezed at one knee and someone scribbled under the other knee; Senku could tell it was two people because of the difference in hand size and roughness.

“Guys, quihihihihihit teheheheasing me,” Senku grumbled as best he could through his snickering.

“Oh? It is rather surprising you haven’t asked us to stop yet,” Gen observed, kneading his thumbs into Senku’s ribs. “Is it because you like this?”

“I alreheheheady said I m-mihihihihiss lahahahauging. And you seheheheheem determined to p-puhuhuhuhull it out of me by fohohohohorce, so why wahahahaste time? I’m tired. Just gehehehehet it over wihihihihihith.”

Gen chuckled. “As you wish, Senku~”

Some silent cue must have been given, because the next thing Senku knew there were hands all over his most sensitive spots, digging harder than before, drilling with purpose, and finally he lost the battle against his own laughter. It burst out of him in a surprised cry, followed by long strings of genuine cackling.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, NO!!” He squealed, jerking the hardest when his sides became the focus of their ruthless tickling, unable to see any of them to know who exactly was seeing him so helpless like this. Not that he really cared. It was no secret he wasn’t the strongest person among the villagers. Even some of the children were stronger than he was. Still, he doubted any of them had been subjected to this kind of childish play for so long before.

“There you go!” Gen encouraged, and for the first time the scientist could hear some giggling that undoubtedly belonged to Ginro, followed quickly by a shushing Kinro. So now he at least knew who his attackers were. “Doesn’t it feel good to laugh again? You said you missed this, didn’t you?”

“GEN!!” Senku cried, going steadily crazy from how defenseless he was against the purposeful squeezing of his sides. He even snorted once in his hysterics. “GEN, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“But you like this, don’t you?” Gen teased, messing with him just because he could now. “You didn’t say stop until all of us were tickling you. Can’t take so many people going for your sensitive spots at once?”

Senku had to admit, the laughing was making him feel tons lighter than he’d felt since waking up in this stone world. For once it felt good to not be in control, to actually laugh rather than just smirk or chuckle at something. He’d really, truly missed this simple pleasure.

Still, one more squeeze along his sides broke any further resistance down. He couldn’t take much more of this. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, GEN!! I’VE HAHAHAD ENOHOHOHOUGH!!”

Gen hummed thoughtfully, then released him. “All right. I believe you.” Moments later the other hands released him as well, and Senku went limp on the table, gasping for breath and still giggling lightly, shakily reaching up to pull his blindfold from his eyes.

Thankfully it was after dark, so he wasn’t blinded by the sun upon being able to see again. Still, he could see the beaming smiles of four of his friends, whom he had all guessed correctly: Chrome, Kohaku, Ginro, and Kinro. And of course, Gen at the head of the pack smiling at him as he climbed off and stood nearby with the others.

“All of you,” Senku managed, “are pulling double duty tomorrow for this.”

“What?” Ginro whined. “That’s not fair! It was Gen’s idea—”

Kinro shushed him quickly. “Enough, Ginro. I’m pretty sure he was joking.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Senku groaned as he sat up but couldn’t wipe the smile from his face no matter how hard he tried to. “Don’t think you suddenly have permission to tickle me all the time. This was a one-time deal, got it?”

Chrome grinned. “You got it, Senku.”

“But it was great to hear you really laughing for once,” Kohaku added, smiling and winking at him.

The others agreed before the scientist waved them off, and all of them left beaming and chatting with one another as they retired to bed for the night.

Senku finally got his own smile under control and leveled a stare at Gen, who looked back at him innocently.

“Are you mad at me now?” the mentalist asked breezily, though a hint of nervousness underlined his tone.

Senku watched him for a long moment, then smiled again. “Nah.” He hopped off the table, unsteady on his feet for only a moment before he straightened with the help of both the furniture and his friend. Then he, too, left the lab, calling a soft, “night, Gen,” over his shoulder as he went.

Gen swelled with pride, vowing to make sure Senku never missed laughing again.

[wastelandcth]

Father’s Day - cth

summary: calum celebrates another father’s day with his crazy family.

author’s notes: hello! welcome back to the doves! it’s been so much fun to be able to write them again, i missed them so much. 

warnings: the doves are too cute for their own good. 

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“Happy papa day!” Eloise squealed as she ran over to Calum, “I can’t believe you’re so old now, papa!”

“It’s not his birthday, Elly,” Charlie frowned, walking in after his four-year-old sister, “It’s just a day where we celebrate him!”

“Oh,” Eloise mumbled, looking up at her dad confused, “So you don’t have two birthdays?”

Calum chuckled, shaking his head and crouching down to pull his excited four-year-old into his arms. Eloise always loved special days like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s day, and as of recent, Father’s day. Ever since Dovey had mentioned what he’d wanted to do that day in front of the kids, Eloise hasn’t stopped asking about Calum’s special day and what he wanted to do. Every day at breakfast she’d ask Calum how many days were left until it was time to celebrate and every night when Calum was tucking her in she’d tell him about how excited she was for him. Calum, who would love every day trying to make sure his daughter always was as happy and excited for life as she’d been that day, couldn’t have asked for a better present than a whole day with his family.

“No, El,” Calum chuckled and shook his head, standing up and bouncing Eloise on his hip, “But it does mean that I get to chose what we do today!”

“What did you decide on, bub?” Dovey asked and smiled as she handed Charlie his water bottle, “Or is it a surprise like last year?” she smirked.

Calum had always gotten to pick what the family did on Father’s Day. His first holiday as a dad was spent pushing a seven-month-old in a stroller around the beach, not the brightest idea, but the sun was warm and baby Charlie had been giggly. The year before had been spent across the ocean and far from home, the Hood family hiding away in the privacy of a rental home in Sydney. Every year, Calum got to pick what he wanted to do with his family and this year had been no different. All he wanted to do was see the smile on his kids’ faces and the look of adoration on his wife’s face. The only reason he’d told Dovey his idea this time around was because they would need to pack for the kids and make sure they both had time off of work to do so.

“I was thinking we could go to the lake?” Calum grinned, looking as the two kids gasped and cheered.

They’d been to the lake plenty of times, enjoying the summer breeze and sun while the water outside the usual place they rented shone. It was the place where Calum had caught his first fish with Charlie, both of them too squeamish to do much about it besides throw it back into the water. He’d taken Dovey and Duke there years before their two kids had arrived, the snowy mountaintops hiding them away from the peering eyes of the world. And they’d even gone to the lake for Eloise’s second birthday, the giggling toddler splashing the day away by the shore as their friends and family enjoyed a barbecue in the April sunshine. Calum couldn’t think of a better place to spend a few days away, and maybe Father’s day was the perfect excuse to ditch town and hide away in their special cabin.

Dovey, who was the most amazing wife and Calum still wondered how he’d gotten so lucky, had already packed and stored their weekend bags away in the car. Her dramatic gasp and giggled that joined the children made Calum’s heart race and even if this day was all about him, he had her to thank for it. Without Dovey, he would’ve never become a father and would’ve never had two kids currently attached to his hip as he packed some snacks for their ride up to the lake. She’d changed his life the second she’d told him she was pregnant and ever since that moment, Calum Hood had never been happier to be alive. He was a father and that’s all that ever really mattered, sure he still loved the band and going out to create music, but being able to come home and see his kids was so much better. He was there for the food days where they’d both talks his ear off about school or something exciting they did with their mom and he was there for the bad days when stuffy noses and clogged ears meant he’d have one of them on his chest snoring the day away. He was a father and nothing would ever top that for him.

“Papa?” Charlie asked as he looked out at the passing scenery, “Is Duke my older brother?”

“What makes you say that, bud?” Calum asked with a chuckle, his eyes moving up to the rearview mirror to look at his son.

“Well mama always calls him your baby and he was here before me and Elly,” Charlie shrugged, patting the old dog’s head who was happily snoring away on his lap, “I think it’d be cool if he was my brother.”

“Well, then I guess he is, in a way, your brother.”

“Papa?”

“Yes, Eloise?”

“Is he my brother too?”

The questions continued for much of the journey up to the lake, each kid taking a turn to ask Calum a question and giggle at his response. That was one part of parenthood that Calum hadn’t realized would be his favorite. He rarely used to love answering questions, years of interviews with the same five questions being thrown at them making him numb, but his kids could ask him the same question all day long and he’d happily answer it to hear their giggles or the hum they gave as they thought it over. But as the sunshine high in the sky and the fresh air floated in through the open sunroof, the two kids quieted down until all they let out were quiet snores.

It wasn’t until the car pulled into the driveway of the familiar cabin that Calum had finally felt at ease. The past couple of months had been hectic and Calum was glad to finally let loose and not have to worry about anything but spending time with his family. He carried the two sleeping kids into the living room, laying them both down before helping Dovey with the bags from the car. The two of them unpacked and made a quick lunch for everyone while the kids napped and it wasn’t until the morning sun was high in the sky that they heard the snores fade and be replaced by giggles.

“Papa, can we color your hair?” Eloise asked excitedly, the toothy grin she gave Calum a weakness she knew and used often.

“What color are we thinking this time around, sweets?” Calum asked and chuckled as he helped the little one change into her favorite orange swimsuit, “Maybe pink again?”

“No! Charlie and I want green!”

“And yellow, papa!” Charlie nodded, his legs swinging off the side of the bed as Dovey slathered him with sunscreen, “And red like Uncle Ash!”

“Maybe once we get back home we can do that, yeah?” Calum chuckled and nodded, “It’ll look so cool!”

The rest of the day was spent with one another, with a lot of laughs and giggles from everyone. It was spent lounging by the lake and taking in the sun, making piles of sand into a tiny city while Eloise and Charlie fought over where the dog store would be. It was having a barbecue on the porch and drinking sweet lemonade while Calum told the kids the latest story in Luke’s new puppy adventures. If Calum could’ve imagined the perfect Father’s day, it would’ve been that day. All he needed was his wife, his two kids, Duke who’d been snoring inside all day, and the beautiful view of the lake from outside the living room. He’d been lounging on the couch, listening to Dovey retell the story of how she and Calum had met all those years ago to the two kids who’d hung on her every word.

“But now your papa and I have to clean up that bathroom that you all made a mess in,” Dovey teased, her eyes meeting Calum’s who only smirked, “Why don’t you two watch a movie with Duke, yeah?”

“Happy Father’s Day, Dove.” Dovey whispered and smiled, her lips pressing up against Calum’s as her arms pulled him in between her spread legs, “You’re an amazing daddy,” she teased.

“Yeah?” Calum chuckled and kissed her shoulder, her skin warm against his wandering lips, “Glad you think so, baby girl.”

“Mhm, of course, I do,” Dovey breathed out, her head tilting back as Calum’s lips traveled from her shoulder to her neck, “Maybe we should make you a father again.”

Calum chuckled softly and pulled Dovey’s hips closer to his, both of them groaning at the feeling of the other against them, “We both know that’s not happening anytime soon lovebug.”

“Ugh, yeah no, the thought of pushing another child out of me has me wanting to push you out of this bathroom,” Dovey teased and giggled as she squeezed Calum’s hips with her thighs.

“And on my special day?” Calum teased, smirking as his hands found their way up to the soft flesh on Dovey’s chest, giving them both a soft squeeze.

“Cal-“ Dovey whimpered out, groaning as she heard the inevitable sound of Eloise opening doors to look for them both, “She’s your kid,” she huffed and shook her head.

“Fuck, you stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be back soon.”

Soon, Dovey learned was pretty much never. 

As she walked out of the bathroom, with the pit in her stomach still burning and her thighs squeezing together to find relief, she hasn’t expected to find Calum and their two kids snoring on the couch. The sun and the dip in the cool lake had tired them out and Dovey couldn’t help but snap a picture of her family. They were crazy and sometimes things got chaotic, tears were shed and giggles were echoed throughout a home they’d built. It was chaos and love and everything Dovey could ever ask for. She pulled a blanket over the three snoring bodies, each one mimicking the other’s squishy cheeks and drooling mouth before pressing a kiss to Calum’s forehead.

“Happy Father’s day, Thomas.”

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[kasey-writes-stuff]

Woo fic 3 of 3! This was really hard to write ahh I just struggled a lot because I had the proper idea it was just rough executing it ahh I hope you all enjoy it! There’s not a lot of dialogue so ahh anyways enjoy!

Punz had come up with a new mod that was meant to add new mobs to the game but little did everyone know they were a very special kind of new mob… To be specific they were tickle mobs! They basically replaced all the violent mobs with mobs that would simply tickle you instead of hurt you! There was one where it was very feathery all over and it’s finger nails were replaced with feathers. One with a very fluffy tail and wings, it’s finger nails were claws not overly sharp but still pointed enough to tickle like crazy! Another which had pockets on its body filled with all kinds of tools and so many others but these are the main three!

Punz was very excited to have people try out his new mod! He just knew it was going to be so fun to watch everyone’s reactions as they realize just what the new mobs do! He bounced on his heels a bit as he waited for everyone to show up suddenly he saw George approaching in the distance! He waved trying to hold back his excitement and seem more like his casual laid back self “hi George!”

George waved back excitedly “hi punz!” He quickly gave the taller a small hug “so what’s this new mod?” Punz smiled softly as he hugged him back “oh you’ll find out once the others get here and once night time hits” and just as he said that up walks karl smiling happily as he waves at the two

“Hi guys!” They both wave back as they tell him hello, he engulfs each of them in a hug that should not feel as bone crushing as it is given his small size either way though they are very happy and grateful each and every time they get a Karl hug, Karl bounced up and down very slightly as he asks “so what’s the new mod do?” George shrugs “Punz said we’ll see once everyone else gets here and once it’s night time!” Karl nods understandingly as he says “okay! How long til everyone else shows up?” Punz now shrugs as he says “I’m not sure probably not much longer we’re just waiting on Eret”

Just as he says that up walks eret, smiling softly as she waves to everyone “hi guys!” Everyone smiles back as a chorus of hi’s break out, “So what’s the new mod?” Punz holds back a smirk “Well everyone’s here now but we just have to wait a little longer for it to turn to night time and then you’ll all see what it is” Eret nodded “Alright sounds cool so what are we gonna do until then?” Punz shrugs “uh I don’t know truth or dare?” Karl nods “Yea sounds good to me” George also shrugs “Yea sure” And so in no time at all it seems it’s already night!

Punz stands up clapping excitedly “Okay guys it’s officially night time! That means the mod should start working anytime now!” Karl tilts his head “But punz you still haven’t even told us what the mod is!” George nods “Yea how are we supposed to be prepared if you don’t tell us anything” Punz smirks a bit “Well that’s part of the fun is keeping you guys off guard! Don’t worry I can tell you guys it’s nothing that will hurt you or make you cry or anything-“ he paused and corrected himself “Well I take back the not making you cry because you might cry from laughter”

Suddenly there was a loud rustling in the trees behind them all, everyone turns towards them looking curiously waiting to see what might come out suddenly out comes the creature with feathers for finger nails, a fluffy tail and wings! The guys eyes widen as they turn towards punz, Karl quickly asks “Punz what the honk is that thing?!” Punz laughs softly “Oh you’ll find out soon enough” suddenly the creature has flew right behind Karl it’s tiny feathers begin wiggling on his neck making him squeak before falling into giggles as he twists his head around ��EEKK NO hehehehhahahahHHEHEHhahhahaha wwwwwhhhyyyy ihihihisss IHIHITTT dohohihihinnggg tthhihihisss!”

Punz grins excitedly seeing the mob functioning properly “Because Karl that’s what it was made to do, the mod I made replaced all hostile mobs with tickle mobs!” Eret and George both nervously shout “WHAT?!” George shakes his head “Is that the only one or is there more?” Punz shakes his head “Theres more but most are rare so there’s probably only two others you guys will get to see for right now, oh look there comes one now!” Eret and George turn suddenly seeing a creature with many pockets surrounding its body and they couldn’t see inside the pockets due to being so far away but inside the pockets were plenty of tickle tools! George quickly pushed Eret towards the creature causing for Eret to yelp and stumble right in front of it!

George wasn’t getting out of anything though… because a final monster emerged from the shadows! One with a fluffy tail and wings, and claws instead of nails which we’re sure to be extra tickly!

And so with that the real fun began! Karl was laid on the ground the monster sitting beside him as it’s feather tips danced in his armpits making him giggle squeakily as he squirmed around! Eret wasn’t much different the monster sitting beside him as well as this one fingers danced along his ribs, at times rubbing in between the bones making him squeal through his laughter! George’s monster also opted to sit beside him! One hand held both of George’s above his head as the monster curiously was swirling a claw around George’s tum button making him shriek as he fell into loud cackles!

Punz sat idly by enjoying his creations and seeing them work so well, suddenly he felt a tiny feathery sensation on his neck! He quickly covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his blush and giggles but it was no use as the sensation seemed to multiply causing for more giggles to slip out as little snorts escaped when the sensation migrated to his ears and cheeks! He forgot about the tiny nearly unvisible feathery bee like creatures! That must be what’s currently attacking him! Never the less he sat there not actually minding the sensation too much…

On Karl’s side his monster switched to now curiously squeezing his sides making him squeal and jump as he fell into soft laughter! Eret’s monster had grabbed two electric toothbrushes and held them in Eret’s armpits! Eret shrieked with laughter as his arms were involuntarily locked to his sides as he rolled back and forth! George’s monster now had switched to blowing raspberries on the poor boys neck while also vibrating into his armpits! George was a mess of snorts and squeals as he babbled out protests!

Punz monsters monsters had begun to move to the back of his neck making his giggles die down slightly as he wiggled non stop at the ticklish feeling! His giggles didn’t stay quiet for long though…. Karl’s monster sensed him reaching his breaking point and began to slow to a stop, as it did it realized it was still hungry! It looked around and noticed punz not giggling much and decided to go after him! Karl gratefully took in air as he giggled residually before sitting up, did he see the monster going straight for punz? Yes, was he going to warn him? No, not because Karl is cruel but because he wanted to see Punz’s reaction! Okay so maybe he’s a tiny bit cruel…

Punz’s eyes widened as he looked up and suddenly saw the monster previously on Karl was now directly in front of him! The monster smiled at him as without a single sound it reached out and took punz into a gentle backwards hug! The small bee line creatures moved in front of punz, the bigger monster smiled at them as he lifted Punz’s shirt! Punz immediately began wiggling and babbling protests as he giggled in anticipation but it was no use! The small be like creatures swarmed his stomach! A couple even dipping into his tum button making him squeal before falling into laughter!

As if that wasn’t enough suddenly Eret snd George’s monsters sensed them reaching their limits and they too were still hungry so they each slowed to a stop leaving George and Eret all giggly like Karl was earlier! Eret’s monster looked through its pouches looking for just the right tool and it found it! I feather tipped pen! It grinned as it began writing on Punz’s cheeks making squeaks join in with his loud laughter! The monster wrote “ticklish cheeks” on both sides of his face! George’s monster took place at Punz’s legs! One hand began squeezing his thigh while the other scribbled at the back of his knee!

Punz let out a small screech before falling into silent laughter and that was the monsters cue to stop! Looking at the sky it was nearly day time! And seemingly as quickly as they came they were gone! Karl,Eret and George all surrounded a curled up giggling punz smiling happily and brightly flushed faces and all! Soon enough his giggles finally stop and he uncurled himself, suddenly Karl broke into giggles “ahhahaha” Punz turned to look at him “what? What’s so funny?” George and Eret then noticed as well and began giggling their ownselves! Eret through their giggles pulled out a small mirror and handed it to punz, punz quickly took it and looked at his face… his cheeks flushed a bright red as he grumbled and handed Eret back their mirror

Karl couldn’t help himself as he noticed a stray feather on the ground, he curiously ran it along Punz’s left cheek making him squeak and giggle “eek! Kahhahrrrll!” “Hehe sohohorryyy punzie I just had to see if what the monster wrote was true” he dropped the feather a few moments later and Punz’s giggles stopped once more and he rolled his eyes fondly “So did you guys enjoy the mod?” They all blushed embarrassedly as they nodded and shyly mumbled a chorus of yes, punz smiled nodding “I guess I did too…” They all awed and karl quickly pulled all of them into a group hug! George smirked a bit an idea coming to mind “You know we should have dream, sapnap and Quackity come try this mod soon..”

Eret nodded in agreement “We should! What about tomorrow night?” Punz nodded “sounds good to me if you all can get them rounded up I’m down” George nodded “alright it’s settled then tomorrow night it is!”

And so they all went their separate ways excitedly thinking about what was to come

[just-whatever-ig]

A comfortable Clone Commanders pile

Dedicated to: TyraCapulet

I was asked to write clone pile things. And I wrote this.

Rex knocked on the door of Fox's office. He had not been there often in his life, the dry and quiet hallways of the senate made him uneasy, his hands drawn to his hips like magnets.

There was laughter behind the door and a strained sound of someone before the door opened and he got greeted with Ponds’ gruff but giggly face. "Rexyyy", he grinned and slumped against the doorway, his breath carried the distinct smell of strong alcohol. "Are you guys getting dunked in there without me?", Rex raised an eyebrow and pushed past Ponds to find his brothers, Cody, Fox, Thorn and Colt - much to his surprise - huddled together on the floor. Most of them had already disposed of their upper armor.

"Reeeex", Fox called, almost throwing a small bottle at him that definitely contained said strong alcohol. Cody grinned, cheeks pink from drinking while Colt still seemed pretty cooled in his place behind Thorn's back. They all somehow already managed to lay on each other with nobody being the lowest. Impresive with only 4 people.

"Mind if I join?", Rex grinned happily as Ponds already helped him take off his armor. It would only get in the way uncomfortably. "Please", Thorn slurred and grabbed the bottle from Fox's hand to take a swig. He pulled a face and passed it on to Cody who screwed the lid back on. "What's the Rancor Commander doing here?", Rex pushed aside their legs to make space for himself and add himself into the pile.

"You know, vacation is a thing", Colt replied with a self-indulgent smirk. "You lucky fucker", Thorn commented with a snort. Rex snaked himself under Cody's legs with his head on Fox's soft belly - a clear sign for the lack of training his fellow brother got around here, forging the chancellor's signature instead of fighting. "Here, Rex'ika", Fox pushed the bottle into Rex's chest and he took his time to look at the tagless bottle. "What even is that?" - "Some super cheap backyard slobbery, it's awful", Ponds explained and pushed himself up to Cody's flank and probably back into his arms judging by the way Cody awaited him.

"Hey, Thorn", Fox uncoordinatedly slapped his brother in guards against the biceps, "When was this ambassador gathering again?" - "The one with La Pee Tou?" - "Yeah." - "Like... noon-ish?" - "Ah. Alright."

"Don't mind if I ask, who's La Pee Tou?", Rex questioned as he unscrewed the bottle and took a sup without even smelling, there was no use, his receptors had been burned to the ground by the last tear gas ambush on Polonio I. The liquor felt like he was swallowing down a rotgut made with gunship fuel. It burned his throat like fire and caused him to clear his throat a few times.

"Tou is an ambassador from the far outside worlds, even beyond the outer rim. They're interested in trading, or something", Fox explained and passed the bottle on to Colt who took a big swig before Ponds reached for it. "Fifth sector worlds? They do realize we're in war, right?", Cody snickered. "The shab do I know?", Fox threw up his hands and snatched the bottle from Ponds waiting hands to have another swig.

"Hehe", Thorn laughed lightly, "You won't believe what happened the other day." - "What?", Rex accepted the bottle once again. "This man, yeah, this man of a chancellor...", his voice was a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Fox burst out laughing. "Oh, riiight, I totally forgot 'bout that." - "Sometimes I think this man just wants to die. Like that one suicidal senator we had, you remember?" - "Lord Oberon?" - "Yeah. But like three times worse."

"Why? What did he do?", Cody chuckled. "You know, he's the chancellor, which means he gets a lot of death threats, most of them are just harmless little jabs but there was this one message that everyone of us said should be taken seriously because we don't want to take any chances. We tell him that, say that he should stay in his damn penthouse until we have clearance and all." Fox's laugh had almost become hysterical at that point, his stomach pushing up against Rex's head like a jackhammer. "What does this bloody idiot do - I'm still not over this stupidity", Thorn rubbed his face, "He legitimately dresses up as one of his body guards and sneaks out of the senate like a stupid little bitch." - "I love how he literally thought we wouldn't notice", Fox laughed, "Like, homie, what did you expect? Your bodyguards are like 5 miles taller than us. Don't you think we notice when they magically shrink?!"

"Did you call him out?", Colt asked. "Nah", Thorn snickered, "We want him to believe that we didn't notice." - "I want to know how often he's going to pull that off", Fox added, smirking into the neck of the bottle.

"Quick check-in, who's still bound to show up?" - "Nobody", Colt waved off, "You were the last." - "Oh yeah? Where's Wolffe and Bly? I mean, I know that Bacara's on Tamba IX." - "Bly is somewhere shagging his girlfriend." - "What?", Rex snorted, and made himself comfortable against the side of Fox's chest. "He'd protest loudly", Cody threw in, "But it's impossible there's not something between them. I mean, just look at her clothes." - "Yeah, she basically asks to be shagged, right?", Ponds added. "Are we speaking about General Secura?" - "Who else?", Cody grinned.

"Well, Commander Tano uses to wear rather.... liberal clothes as well, but we still get along on a very professional base", Rex argued. "Yeah, because she's like 3 standard years old", Ponds rolled his eyes. "She's actually older than us", Cody corrected neutrally. "What?!", was Fox's reply. "Yeah, but I'm still concerned for her most of the times. General Skywalker is so chaotic at times and she's such a teeny weeny little thing, I’m afraid she might get caught in the crossfire at some point", Rex sighed, "You know, she's my superior and older and everything but I just feel.... responsible."

"I totally get what you mean", Cody threw him a brotherly but slightly too strong punch, "Do you remember that few months when you still served under my command and Skywalker was still a commander himself?" Rex laughed. Yes. He did remember that time vividly with all it's craziness. "That must have been the worst time of your lives", Ponds commented. "You bet!", Rex spat out.

Thorn and Colt chuckled. "At least you work together with people who got a clue of what the shab is going on", now it was Colt's turn to throw up his hands in disbelief. "You won't believe what strange excuses some rookies come up with just to not be bound to do anything", he laughed lightly, "I once had a squad who all broke a bone on purpose to avoid being shipped out. You should have heard their stories, one of them said he fell from his cot. And another one 'slipped in the shower'." - "Oh, so they were lying?", Thorn asked. "Well.... one wasn't. One of them stumbled over some stairs and totally wrecked his kneecaps." That drew a round of laughter from the pile.

"Folks, guys, brothers, I have a good story as well", Cody flailed with his arm to get the next turn to speak. "Are you going to complain about General Kenobi again?", Rex predicted with an eyeroll. This was getting out of hand, Cody didn't even realize how lucky he was with the reserved and calm thinking Jedi Council member and not with an airhead called General Skywalker. "How do you even expect him to talk about anyone else?", Fox mumbled around the rim of the rotgut. "Force, you're so right. Cody, your Kenobi-stress-headaches have been replaced with an obsession. This is an unhealthy turn of events", Ponds teased, earning himself a slap against the chest.

"Alright", Colt rolled his eyes, "Tell us, then." Cody opened his mouth to speak but had to take his time to giggle first which immediately infected the whole group. Cody's laugh was rare. But ever the funniest, with a little snort in the beginning and the waving snickering in the end. "It was-", he had to pause again, "I'm wheezing, guys." - "Believe it or not, we noticed", Thorn commented dryly which set Fox off like a rocket for no reason whatsoever. "Impressive story, really", Colt took over from there and Rex had to shift his head because the constant thrashes of Fox's stomach were getting uncomfortable in his neck. "I really liked that middle part", Thorn continued, Fox was officially lost now. "Yeah, never have we heard of such stupidity before", Colt agreed and took another big mouthful.

"You didn't even hear the story yet", Cody whined between sobs and Ponds patted him on the head: "It's alright, Cod'ika, we don't have to if you're not ready yet." Fox let out a pitched, strangled scream and threw his arm over his eyes, his laughing already sounded more like crying in the moment. "Folks, guys, brothers", Rex called, laughing, "Have mercy, he's gonna choke." Fox made a night vision goggles sound before laughing his ass off again. "I think we broke him", Thorn said and received an approving clap on the chest from Colt.

Rex was beginning to feel warm in his skin. The alcohol was taking effect on him now as well but the happiness within the circle of his batchmates was definitely playing a factor in this. He felt like he never wanted to get up again, hearing Fox enjoy himself so much he'd choke on his own spit or Cody now quietly complaining to Ponds about whatever breakneck stunt General Kenobi had pulled off this time or Thorn audibly approving of the way Colt began to card through his thick, paling hair. Rex was happy here surrounded by his brothers in arms. He would never want to trade them for anyone else, not even Torrent Co, and those were a funny and chaotic little pile of ants. He smiled and closed his eyes then pressed his cheek against Fox's warm thigh. This was where he wanted to be right now and nowhere else.

"Rex's enjoying himseeelf", Thorn called out and now suddenly the attention was on Rex. He grinned at them a little sheepishly and tried to hide his blush in Fox's blacks. "Aww, what're ya thinking 'bout, vod'ika?", Colt asked and now even Cody and Ponds rose their heads to look at them. "Ah, nothing", he grinned behind flushed cheeks, "I was just thinking how lucky I am to still have you guys." That erupted a wave of hums and awws from his friends and Fox immediately opened his arms wide. "C'mere lil bro", he slurred and what else could Rex do but comply? He shuffled closer and placed his head on Fox's chest only to get swallowed up by comfortable arms.

He felt the pile tighten around him as the others tried to participate a little in the hug. Rex smiled into Fox's chest and closed his eyes again. "I love you idiots. From deep within my heart", he confessed. "You say that to every batch you've ever been in?", Colt joked and earned himself a slap from Thorn. "Stop killing the fucking mood, Colt", Cody complained. There was a hand between Rex's shoulders that started dragging their nails over his back, which caused comfy goosebumps to trail down his spine. He reached out with his own arm to follow the trail of the comfort bringer to find it was leading back to Thorn. He scratched lightly over his brother's shoulder before resting his hand there which soon was accompanied by Colt's much warmer hand.

A comfortable silence fell around them all and when Rex paid much attention to it he could hear the quiet scritching of Colt's nails on Thorn's scalp or the rub of a hand over blacks. Soon those sounds were drowned out, though, by Fox taking out his feels on Rex's buzzcut.

The even movement of blunt nails on his scalp and the slight fondle on his neck and the regular rise and fall of Fox's ribcage rocked Rex's dreamboat. What if, he thought, it could always be like this? To come home after a long, day of hard work and just lay down and be peaceful with each other. Oh, what wouldn't he give for that?

"I love you, too, brothers", Thorn mumbled after a while. "Mhm", Cody hummed approvingly followed suit by the sound of a kiss. Rex opened his eyes again to see who it had been but they were all laying there comfortably with their eyes closed and arms and legs wrapped around each other. A peaceful picture, laughing into the face of the war. Children, as they were. And he was part of this beautiful, comfortable home.

[writingletterstothefire]

yin and yang

A/N: this is for @tintinwrites, she didn’t ask me for it but i was struck with ~inspiration. it’s really bad and i wrote it in two hours because i can’t pace myself to save my life. anyway, hi caitlin here’s your Din/Max poly relationship but no smut bc i don’t have the energy sorry love you bye

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of sexual encounters, bad writing, Max Phillips existing

You didn’t know how you’d ended up in a relationship with the most serious man you’d ever met. Din Djarin was stoic, stern, and sexy as hell. He’d been a regular at your coffee shop for about a year before you’d worked up the nerve to leave your number on the cardboard cozy wrapped around his regular black coffee.

You didn’t know what he’d been doing coming to the shop you worked at when he suit cost more than a year’s rent in your shitty little apartment. Apparently, he was CEO to a very successful bounty company called The Mandalorians. His men were hired to seek out fugitives of the law, and they were paid a pretty penny to do it.

Needless to say, when you started seeing Din, he quickly became a sugar daddy of sorts. You didn’t ask him for anything, he was just...intuitive. He noticed when you needed money for groceries or rent, and he quietly slipped the money into your account. Six months into your relationship, he’d given you a platinum black card with no limit.

You had no idea how you’d gotten that lucky.

Now, what was even more confusing was how the two of you had become a thruple with the most frat boy of all frat boys. Max Phillips burst into your life when he hired Din’s company to track down his old college buddy Evan as a joke. The joke was that Evan didn’t know it was a joke. Neither did the bounty hunter assigned to catch him. You’d met Max when he was stopping by Din’s office with a payment, and it didn’t escape you how his eyes followed your form. You were in a cute little vintage dress with sunflowers all over it, and you knew you looked good in it. It drove Din crazy when you wore it, so you made sure to wear it as often as you could.

Even though you were in a committed relationship, you felt good knowing you could still catch a man’s eye. It was validating, in a way. So, you decided to be a little tease and give him a wink as you walked by.

What you certainly didn’t expect was for him to follow after you all the way to Din’s office. He’d started going off about how you were “such a pretty little thing”, and how you looked “way too model-esque to be working at a desk in a place like this”. That last one had gotten you to laugh.

“She doesn’t work here,” a gruff voice had interrupted. Din had appeared in the doorway of his office.

“Hi baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him. His arms came around your waist.

“Is this guy bothering you?”

“No, it’s fine-”

“Listen, she winked at me-”

Din looked at Max briefly and then looked back at you. “You winked at him.”

It wasn’t a question. Din was aware that you liked to tease other men, and he didn’t have an issue with it. You’d discussed a threesome before, but the opportunity had never presented itself. Din raised an eyebrow at you, asking a silent question. Him?

You nodded sheepishly. He was cute. Very cute. And if he was down, he was the one you wanted.

Din looked up at Max, who was insanely confused by this whole exchange, and just said, “My office.”

The three of you shuffled in, Din sitting at his desk chair, you sitting at one of two chairs on the other side, and Max hovering by the door.

“Sit,” you and Din spoke at the same time. Din spoke gruffly, as if he was speaking to a frustrating employee, while you spoke sweetly, a smile on your face.

Max wasn’t sure if he should sit or not, but damn if your smile couldn’t get him to do anything you asked. So, he sat.

“Cyar'ika, would you like to explain or should I?” Din spoke, looking at you with his big brown eyes. Those eyes melted your heart every time he looked at you.

“You explain, please?” You blushed. You knew you couldn’t be embarrassed when you’d kickstarted this whole situation, but you couldn’t help but feel like a giggly schoolgirl at the prospect of what was to come, should Max agree. You watched as Din turned his attention to Max, silently sizing him up before speaking.

“She likes to flirt with men. She sets them up to flirt with her so that she can observe them and how they treat her. She’s been looking for a suitable candidate for sometime, and she’s decided on you.”

“A…suitable candidate? A candidate for what? To leave you?” Max had never been more confused. He’d stolen a lot of guys girlfriends, sure, but he’d never been interviewed to steal someone’s girl.

“Certainly not!” You exclaimed, as if you were horrified by the prospect.

“Then what-”

“Do you want to fuck me?” You said plainly, tired of dancing around the situation.

“Obviously,” Max looked at you like you were speaking another language. “You think I would’ve come into a room with you and Murder McGee over there if I didn’t?”

“Excellent! The only condition is that you share me with Murder McGee,” you grinned at Din. He rolled his eyes good naturedly.

“She’s asking if you’d like to have a threesome,” Din said, sounding as if he was exhausted. Honestly, he was more focused on you in that goddamn dress, and he just wanted to rip it off of you. The sooner he got you home, Max in tow or not, the sooner he could get you naked. He turned his impatient gaze onto Max, silently demanding an answer.

“Why the hell not,” Max smirked.

From that moment on, Max became a permanent fixture in your relationship with Din. He had the freedom to come and go as he pleased, and he was welcomed back with open arms.

Not that he often strayed. He talked a big talk, but you had him just as whipped as Din by the first night. The both of them were at your beck and call, each filling needs you hadn’t realized you had. Where Din was stoic, Max provided humor. Where Max was immature, Din was steady and strong, grounding you when you needed it.

That’s not to say you loved one more than the other, nor is it to say that either of them loved you more than the other. It was a surprisingly equal relationship, with each of you bringing out traits that helped to balance the other two.

Din and Max sometimes got on each other’s nerves, but it was never anything serious and it never lasted very long. It was more of a yin and yang. A push and a pull.

As in, Max wanted to push as many buttons as he possibly could, and Din had to pull him back.

For example, right now you were in the bathroom at the bar, and you had left your drink half full. Max was about to spit in it, knowing how gross you’d find it even though baby, we kiss every day and I’m literally inside of you every night why is this so gross to you—

But Din grabbed your drink before Max could do anything, and smacked him across the face for good measure.

“Did you just bitch slap Max?” You asked, sliding into the booth.

“He did, he’s so mean to me all the time. He abuses me when you’re not here,” Max gave you his best puppy eyes, sliding an arm around your waist.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, then turned your attention to Din. “What was he doing?”

Max gasped indignantly, pulling back. “Why do you assume I was doing something-”

“He was going to spit in your drink again.”

This time your hand lightly smacked Max’s other cheek.

“Alright-” Max began.

“Nope, enough out of you. No blow job.” You crossed your arms.

“Baby-!”

“Nope.”

Max crossed his arms, pouting like a petulant child.

Din smirked, leaning over to kiss your cheek, and you smiled involuntarily, grabbing both of their hands.

You loved your boys, as much as they drove you up a wall sometimes. You’d never imagined feeling so loved before, but you were certainly glad you’d ended up here. They gave you everything you wanted, and you had more power over the two of them than you knew what to do with. It was intimidating, knowing these men would get on their knees for you in a heartbeat.

Now if only you could get Max to beg you for that blowjob.

[pettyprocrastination]

So the thot that’s been stuck in my head these past couple days is BB and Frankie doing a show together

Okay okay okAY so this ask has been living in my head for so long it’s time to give it LIFE . 

Quick warnings of cursing, wearing masks??? having sex on camera. Shitty writing and spelling errors idk what this is man. 

tagging @qveenbvtch @thesadvampire

The quick answer is y e s. They do in fact do a show together. 

Initially the conversation had started while they were watching a movie, bb cuddled against his chest. Halfway through she seemed to stiffen and turn to him with a face of worry. 

“Does it bother you that I still do camwork?” 

Frankie quickly answers that no, it doesn’t bother him at all. She’s a grown ass woman, who has her own job and makes her own decisions, as long as she’s happy and safe, he has no issue with it. 

“Besides-” He spoke with his chest puffed out, proud like a bird showing off its colorful feathers. “-Those guys can watch you all they want, but I’m the one who’s lucky enough to get the real deal.”

“I’m pretty sure I'm the lucky one here.” You lean up to give him a sweet peck on the cheek. “Besides, if you ever wanna show them who's boss, I wouldn’t mind having you on for some fun.”

With that you turn back to the movie, seemingly unbothered by your last statement while it echoed throughout your boyfriend’s head. 

Doing a show with you?

At first it seemed outlandish. He didn’t have the body NOR the confidence for such a thing. Plus he didn’t want his face out on the internet, showing him in a deeply intimate moment with you. 

But you always praised him, told him how handsome he was and how “fucking hell, I’d pay to watch you, baby.” 

He’d thought about making something before, a video to keep private and watch when he was away for work. You’d sent him videos before. Hell, you even did it before the pair of you started dating. So it wouldn’t be that out of the realm. 

But it was the thought of it being seen by other people that turned his stomach into knots. 

Still, your words hung to him and eventually turned those nerves into great interest. 

“if you ever wanna show them who's boss”

He didn’t feel jealous that you still did camwork, but the thought of him fucking you for everybody watching to see. To know that you are his and he is yours, even when he isn’t there, while you touch yourself and moan on camera it’s because of him? 

Maybe it was some sort of stupid male pride that stirred in his chest, or wanting something special to watch on those late lonely nights when you weren’t snuggled to his side. 

Or maybe the idea of fucking you stupid for others to see just made him go crazy. 

He tried not to psychoanalyze it too much. All he knew that the excited grin that grew on your face at his proposal was enough to seal the deal. 

Certain...precautions had to be taken of course. You understood that Frankie didn’t want his face to be seen, the thought of his employers or friends seeing him online was more than enough to make him twitch. So you came up with an easy fix. 

A Halloween show. 

It was no secret the pair of you loved Halloween. Pumpkin lights stayed up in your house year round and Frankie had been watching seasonal movies since September, so the idea settled with him quite easily. 

The theme of horror was easy to pick, it gave him ample costume choices that would give him a mask to cover his face. 

He had decided to go with Michael Myers, and you as Carrie White, complete with a bloodied prom dress and sash. 

The light nerves as he watched you turn the camera on were fizzled away when you pressed a kiss to the tip of the mask’s nose. 

“Say the word and we stop, alright flyboy?”

He nodded, leaning forward to press the mask against your face in what was, a very muffled and giggly kiss. 

“Alright romeo, lets leave the kisses for when you take off the mask, okay?”

He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was hidden behind a mask, letting his inhibitions run free, or the light possessive streak that ran wild with the thought of fucking you so hard you lost your voice while your viewers watched him basically stake claim over your, or the simple fact that you just looked so fucking pretty in that dress he couldn’t help himself, so much to the point where afterwards the pair of you had a big laugh about the state of your bedframe as he profusely apologized and promised to take you to ikea in the morning. 

You didn’t complain. If the heavy donations and notifications pile through during the entire thing were any consolation, you certainly had enough money to afford it. 

[katyobsesses]

33. 43. 49 for the hangout ask thingy thingy🥰

Send me a Hangout Spot from THIS post and I'll asign a glee friendship/ship to it and write a cute little thing for it, probably

33. On the front steps of the building after school.

Puck and Finn after football training in S1/before S1, occasionally with Mike or Matt, waiting for Carole to pick them up. also just the whole of ND at various times waiting for parents to pick them up. But I'm imagining Finn and Puck having deep conversations waiting for one of their moms to pick them up, they're the last people to get picked up always because their moms both work at the hospital and have weird hours. This is how they bonded and became friends, maybe, during middle school or elementary school or whatever. the two boys that have to wait for their single parent moms when the rest of the school has been picked up.

43. A hidden bank by a lake.

okay so there's schoonover lake (i think i spelt that right) in Lima irl, so it's that. Now, I could say Finchel becuase they're in a bank by a lake when Rachel's sining Papa can you hear me. But I'm gonna go with Samcedes for this. They sit and talk there for hours during the summer when they date, paddling in the lake and making out, Sam sketching her discretely as she reads Twilight or The Hunger Games or something, Sam playing chords on his guitar, Mercedes making up lyrics. just chilling like they have all the time in the world together. even back then they feel like they're Meant To Be. It's also where Sam tells Mercedes he's moving, so she can't go back there after that. But it's also where they get back together after everything. Sam, as he lives in Lima now, visits that little spot often, maybe walks there for lunch some days if he's not too busy, spends lazy sunday afternoons sketching the ducks and the willow trees and whatever nature and plant life is out there. And Mercedes is on a tour and she has a show in <insert close major city here> and has a rare day off. She's feeling nostalgic so she takes a car and drives to Lima, she plans to just go and surprise her parents, but she passes the lake and feels this urge to visit it again for the first time since That Summer. She's been thinking about Sam a lot lately. She misses him like Crazy. it's been years since she saw him at the finn memorial in 2020. so she parks the car and instinctively manages to remember the walk down to the hidden bank of the lake. and Sam's there, sketching away, his guitar next to him, like they're teenagers again. It's been, like, 15 years. But suddenly Mercedes is that hopelessly in love teen all over again.

49. Swimming in a hot spring pool.

uhhhh... Tina and Mercedes. I couldn't think of what a hot spring pool would be except the ones in Japan so I'm imagining Mercedes and Tina go on a trip to Japan. Tina because she's an Anime fan, Mercedes because she has this small cult following there or something. Maybe it's this group of the NDs on the trip (or other friends they made in their life lol) But Tina and Mercedes were the only ones brave enough to go to the Onsen and expirience it properly. They're all giggly at first, but the baths are just so warm and comfy and the locals are really nice and yeah. IDK dude that was a hard one ahahaha (a non-glee ship would be Yuuri and Victor from the Anime Yuri! On Ice that I was obsessed with in 2016 lol)

[borathae]

OH SIB BABY, LETS TALK SHALL WE

I had my first exam today... woooh... anyways i cudnt msg u before but here i am now...

I heard Kook cry last night THIS WAS VERYY UPSETTING... HOW TFF IS THIS GUY SO... COMFORTABLE IN BEING SOFT??? N Y DO I ALWAYS FIND ARROGANT EGOISTIC MEN AROUND ME INSTEAD...😭

THE FACT THAT ITS LIKE WHAT DAYSSS OF JK TRYING N OC BEING COMPLETELY IGNORANT N RUDE TO HIM ANDD STILLLL HIS FIRST INSTINCT WHEN HE SAW HER IN GYM IS TO TRY. OH MY GOD. THIS IS NOT NORMAL. PLS. SIBI PLS. OH GAWD NOOO... OH FK MY HEART IS WEEPING...🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈😭😭😭😭😭🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Take it. Kiss me. NOT ME FEELING THINGS BETWEEN MY LEGS... ITS U WHO'S WET IM NOT WET!!!!🙄🙄

Ok YG was so right... they did need some steam off... ok i again hv a few things to say

Oc's entire life changed within seconds n JK stood wid her like a pillar. She got betrayed by her lover, atleast thats wht she thought and JK was there for her, AS A FRIEND, A LISTENER, AND A LOVER TOOO . To know that in this messed up world there is a teeny tiny hope for her that Tae didnt betray her... is literally her driving force rn. And JK just did that to Tae. I dont think she s upset wid JK to be exact, its just the sense of "nothing is alreadg going according to me, my assumptions and my hopes... atleast just... if u cant help me... dont hurt him. Dont make it harder for me...."

Also, i dont wanna say this but, if ever its to come out that Tae was actually wrong JK wud be the first person she ll fall back to into crumbs n he ll pick her up and save her. And SHE KNOWS THAT. NOT YG BUT JK. Thats how much they adore each other and when oc totally acts as prick towards him(for her valid reasons) JK must feel, misunderstood n unaccepted

SO WHAT I MEAN IS... THE EMOTIONAL REALM OF THIS SITUATION IS SO FKD UP THAT THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED WAS THAT THEY GENUINELY LOVE EACH OTHER AND YG JUST REMINDED THEM THAT THEY DID. YG U SMARTASS... OH WAIT MAYBE I MEANT U PRETTY ASS😊🙈

I want her to stop treating me like an asshole ME TOO BRO ME TOO🤗

I dont believe you SIBI, FIND ME SOMEONE LIKE SA!JK CUZ BITCH NOW IM TRIGGERED AS HELL

OK YG's WORDS ACTUALLY REMIND ME THAT IF IT WASNT THAT HE IS AN ABNORMALLY CRAZILY GUD PERSON... HE WUD NEVER BEHAVE SO GENTLY TOWARDS HER... JUST BEING UNDER THE SAME ROOF AND LETTING HER BE IS A BLESSING ENOUGH...

You make me so angry, princess I NEVER THOUGHT THIS SENTENCE WUD HV SUCH EFFECT ON ME...🥵🤧

You think i fuck everyone who angers me OH GOD SIBI PLS NOT HELPING MY YG FEELS

Come here, jungkook OH SOUNDS LIKE HE IS CALLING FOR MY DEATH😶😶😶😶😶

YG TOUCHING HER WHILE HE COMMANDS HER TO TOUCH JK. SIBI U CRAZY GIRL.

Continue, dont mind me 🥲YG BABE THATS NOT HOW THIS WORKS BABE

Imagine her as a vampire kook. OK WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YG HAS THOUGHT THOROUGHLYYYY ABOUT THIS N MAYBE EVEN... JACKED OFF TO IT?

Swallows you whole 😶

JK's THOUGHTS... OH MY MAN YG SHUD ALSO TELL US HIS ONCE IN A WHILE... BUT YEAH JKKKK😍

Show me that despite your anger for me...Admit it you dont hate me

THEY ARE A MARRIED COUPLE, FIGHT ME!

I THINK YG IS TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF ITS OK TO LOVE OC🙄AS DEEPLY AS HE DOES...

Almost done princess dont give up now SIBI U JUST OH GOD I THINK I JUST CAME FROM READING😶

How's my girl doing IM IN LOVE SIR, WHAT ABOUT YOU?

OHK I DIDNT EVEN EXPECT SOMETHING SO DEEP. JK WAS SO HAPPY. GOD I THINK I ALMOST TEARED UP. OH GAWD GIVE THIS MAN ALL HAPPINESS... TO BE IN SUCH AN INTERNAL FIGHT ALL THE TIME AND ALSO NOT HAVING A LOVE LIFE AND ALSO NOT BEING ABLE TO FUCK IF NOT LOVE... GOD.

OH JK BEING ALL GIGGLY N TEARY CUZ HE FEELS LOVED. SIBI NOOOOOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜

OK I DO MISS TAE THO BUT ... IS IT SELFISH OF ME TO WANT A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE YG-OC-JK ARE A THROUPLE?💜😭💜😭💜🤗🤗🤗🤗💜💜💜💜😭😭😭😭😭

SIBI U KILLED IT LIKE ALWAYS... U MADE ME FEEL THINGS... DAMN WOW WOW💜💜 -The Yelling Anon

GIRL LITERALLY THOUGH I CAN'T WRITE ANY OTHER KOOK THAN soft!KOOK and I am :(

I dont think she s upset wid JK to be exact, its just the sense of "nothing is alreadg going according to me, my assumptions and my hopes... atleast just... if u cant help me... dont hurt him. Dont make it harder for me...."

the entire part about kook being her pillar and comfort is already so AMAZING TO READ BUT THIS OMFMG THIS IS most definitely what she went through omfmg

THE EMOTIONAL REALM OF THIS SITUATION IS SO FKD UP THAT THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED WAS THAT THEY GENUINELY LOVE EACH OTHER AND YG JUST REMINDED THEM THAT THEY DID.

*cries* so true bestie

You make me so angry, princess I NEVER THOUGHT THIS SENTENCE WUD HV SUCH EFFECT ON ME...🥵🤧

AND DONT FORGOT THE MASSIVELY AGGRESSIVE THRUST OF HIS HIPS THAT FOLLOWS LIKE SIR OFMMGMG please angry sex me more often wtfff

YG TOUCHING HER WHILE HE COMMANDS HER TO TOUCH JK. SIBI U CRAZY GIRL.

I am slut when it comes to yoonkook there is no denying that 🤪

Imagine her as a vampire kook. OK WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YG HAS THOUGHT THOROUGHLYYYY ABOUT THIS N MAYBE EVEN... JACKED OFF TO IT?

no. i will not think about this. wtfffffff why is the aspect of SA!Yoongi jacking off so hot?? is it because he always seems so unbothered so the thought that there were nights where he felt so fucking desperate that he actually let his hand dissapear between his legs is literally life ruining?? is it the tHOUGHT THAT THERE IS A POSSIBILITY THAT HE MOANED HER NAME ON ACCIDENT?? IS THE THOUGHT THAT IN THOSE MOMENTS YOONGI ACTUALLY ALLOWS HIS BODY TO REACT THE WAY IT WANTS TO REACT DURING PLEASURE?? I am going insANE stop it omfg I have fallen so hard for SA!Yoongi please don't make me fall even more by making me imagine him when he masturbates 😭😭

ALSO TELL US HIS ONCE IN A WHILE.

y E S min yOONGI YOU FUCKING WHORE TELL US YOUR THOUGHTS 😡😡😡

OK I DO MISS TAE THO BUT ... IS IT SELFISH OF ME TO WANT A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE YG-OC-JK ARE A THROUPLE?

😶😶😶 no comment 🤐🤐🤐

NO BUT I LOVE THAT YOU LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH!! IT'S ONE OF MY FAVES TOO I WOULD KILL FOR YOONKOOK OMFMG 😭💜💜

[teaspoon-full-of-sugar]

kissed by mist and can dew attitude

pairing: harry styles x reader (farmers market au)

warnings: awkwardness!! shy!baker!harry, mentions of the qu*rantine, drug use, harry's chest hair, giggly, sweet high sex, some dirty talk :) unprotected sex

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: harry is an idiot, and y/n is a bit of a tease

author’s note: you can read this for a little background to this au (but it’s not really necessary; i tend to over explain things anyway, so you can get a pretty good understanding just from this) literally no one asked for this, but market season is coming up again, and i missed writing about these two :( hope you enjoy! xx

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Harry is so tired of being cooped up in this house.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves staying home.

He is normally the introvert that puts all other introverts to shame. He loves staying at home, he loves hiding away after a stressful day at work, he goes out of his way to not talk to anyone while he’s out, and he very rarely ever goes out on the weekends. He loves just being able to stay at home, relax, and not worry about anyone bothering him.

But, at a certain point, it becomes too much; now, he just wants to get out, go for a walk, go to the grocery store, talk to someone other than Y/N, just do something, anything, other than staying at home. Yes, it’s for a good reason, and he doesn’t want to be responsible for the illness spreading, but it’s also straining on his mental, physical, and financial health.

He honestly wants to go back to work.

Since this entire situation started, Harry has only had a couple of shifts at The Sweet Spot, since, apparently, cafes are “essential businesses”, but the nutrition store next door isn’t (the world definitely has their priorities straight). Honestly, it was kind of nice; he didn’t have to schmooze any customers, since he only saw the delivery drivers. There was the occasional ignorant person who would come up to the doors and pull on them, despite the very clear signs saying that they were not open to the public, only to find them locked, and Harry very happily told them to go away.

However, Marty couldn’t afford to have him take up any more shifts, which he completely understands, so he’s been stuck home for weeks.

Needless to say, both he and Y/N have been getting a little stir crazy.

They tried to keep a somewhat healthy lifestyle in the beginning, hiking the nearby trails or walking at the park, but everything started to become too crowded. They even went cycling, but Harry proved to be even more of a klutz on a bike than on his own two feet, resulting in a bump on his head and a scraped elbow, which is still healing beneath a floral printed plaster.

Y/N’s had some failed experiments, leading to several four-hour kitchen clean-ups, and she also started a “Fermentation Station”, with dozens of glass jars filled with fermenting fruits and teas, the smell of yeast strong in the air. She was so proud of herself the first time she made carbonated water from things they already had in the house (“Look, Harry, it’s so convenient”). She ended up adding more and more things to her collection. They argued about it for a couple of days before she finally settled and moved her jars to the back porch after the kitchen started smelling like alcohol.

While Y/N has her experiments, Harry stress-bakes. He can’t even count how many loaves of bread, fruit pastries, cookies, and cakes he has made. He made crepes using sourdough starter. That’s how bored he’s been. He waited five whole days for his starter to mature, just to make four crepes between himself and Y/N.

But, there’s only so many things to do before you’ve completely run out of ideas.

On this particularly boring day, it’s two in the afternoon before they finally get out of bed, no thanks to their terrible sleep schedules, and they move onto the couch, which is officially broken in after how many hours they’ve spent on it. It’s sunny outside, bright and warm, the bright light beaming through the large bay windows in the living room, making staying inside even worse.

Y/N convinces him to paint his fingernails (and not just his toenails), and he happily indulges her. It’s nice feeling pampered for once, and whenever Y/N gets into her let’s-have-a-spa-day moods, she goes all out. While his toenails, painted with a pretty green color called Can Dew Attitude and a shimmery top coat on them, dried, she put some all-natural mud mask on his face, that bubbled and seeped into his skin.

“This is great for your pores,” she says as she puts a lukewarm cloth on his mask. “Not that you have bad skin. It’s better than mine, you ass.”

He just smiles, feeling the clay crack, and leans into her touch. She’s gentle, waiting until most of it is soft and pliable before she wipes it away. As she dries his face, with a towelette that smells like lavender and honey, his freshened skin, flushed and smooth, glows in the afternoon sun, his pretty eyes magnified behind a pair of thick, black framed glasses. Y/N sits across from him, her leg tucked up underneath her with his hand steady on her knee.

“It’s not gonna, like,” he pauses, glancing warily at his nails, “poison you or anything, right?”

“What?” She laughs, putting an oil around his cuticles. He leans forward, watching her carefully. He readjusts the headband, inadvertently pushing it back a little too far, until some curls slip onto his forehead. She hits the bottle of Kissed by Mist against her palm, the pale pink polish making a nice ticking sound. She starts on his nails, but not before making a comment about how cute his little pinkie is, which makes him flustered.

“It’s not gonna poison you when I, ya know, like… when I…”

He motions with his free hand, grouping his ring and middle fingers together and curling them, and he bites on his cheek, brows furrowed, trying to see any changes in her expression. He stops and shakes his head, a frail blush creeping up to his ears.

“By the way you’re reacting, ‘m assuming it’s not a thing,” he sighs.

“No, the polish will not poison me when you finger—“

“Shh,” he hushes her, pressing his hand against her lips. She pushes him away.

“Harry, we are the only ones here,” she says, finishing his right hand.

“Ya know what that mouth does to me,” he mutters.

“Really? You get turned on when I say, ‘finger me’?”

“Ya know I do,” he pouts, grappling for her. His hands twist the thick cotton of her jumper for only a second before she’s scooting away, swatting at him.

“No, H, your nails are still wet,” she says, and he groans, sinking back into the couch cushions.

“So bored.”

“Everyone is,” she says, filing down his left thumb nail.

“Wanna get high?”

He just wants to stop this feeling of absolute boredom. It’s better since Y/N is here with him, but it’s getting to a certain point where he’s willing to do just about anything to feel, well, anything.

One night, they tried her “prison wine”, which was just cranberry cocktail and yeast that fermented for a couple of days; it tasted worse than it sounds. It did, however, get them very drunk, and they woke up the next morning with pounding headaches, upset stomach, and purple stained lips. It was honestly the worst hangover he’s ever had, and he vowed to never try it again.

Getting stoned has then become a regular thing. On those horribly boring nights where they had absolutely nothing to do, where they’ve both been on the couch for hours, not being able to find the willpower to move, and on those nights where they just wanted to feel and simply be elsewhere, they found solace in the warming daze.

She grins.

“Sure, I think we still have some gummies,” she says, moving toward their “special” drawer in the side table.

“Only a half this time, lovie,” he says as she turns back, and she rolls her eyes.

“They were a lot stronger than the other ones,” she says, ripping the poorly stuck tape from the plastic packaging.

“I know,” he smiles, popping the candy in his mouth. She sits back down beside him, her leg thrown over his lap. He moves his hand dangerously close to her inner thigh, his fingers dancing along the length of her thigh until they reach the hem of her panties, tugging at the material until it snaps back. He’s so close to feeling her warmth, if only he moves just a little further, but she yanks his hand back, puts it on her knee, and gives him a smug little smile, continuing her work.

It takes an hour, or two more coats of nail polish, for the edibles to kick in, but when they do, Harry thinks he pissed himself. Forgetting about Y/N’s leg across his lap, he mistakes her warmth as pee, and he jerks up, jolting her. She looks up at him, blinking. There’s a strip of white polish on the side of his thumb.

“You are so good at this,” he says slowly. He honestly couldn’t imagine painting such tiny details if he were sober; he doesn’t know how she’s doing it stoned. She’s swaying and blinking slowly, but she looks focused, her brows furrowed.

“You’re good at this,” she mumbles.

“What?” He laughs.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s easy if I can concentrate.” Her eyes flicker up to his, a smirk curled over her lips.

“‘M I distracting you?” He raises a brow.

“I can feel your cock,” she says.

“Please, don’t say cock while you’re touching my cock,” he says, readjusting his growing bulge. She just chuckles and moves her foot along his boxers, where his semi and the top of his thighs connect. His hips twitch.

She barely caps the nail polish before she tosses it to the side and straddles him. He cups her hips, the fact that his nails are still wet long gone from both of their minds. She holds him by the neck, tilting his head back. Before she can capture his lips, he hesitates, his hands tracing along her thighs.

“Are you sure?”

Even though they’re practically living together at this point and have had sex plenty of times, he can’t help but ask her that same question every time. He’s never been one to feel secure in himself, and to have someone who is so open and willing to trust him, it’s overwhelming and intimidating sometimes.

“Of course, H,” she says, nibbling at his bottom lip, and then, he kisses her, fully and profoundly. He could just melt into her, his senses consumed by her warmth and love. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that the sex is better than when they’re sober. It’s great all the time, but there’s something about being high, with his skin buzzing and all of his senses heightened yet dulled at the same time, that makes the experience different. It’s different because he’s not worried about what he’s doing and saying; he’s focusing on the feeling, all of the sensations and simply her.

She tries to pull his shirt over his head, but it gets caught on the chain around his neck, and she tugs a little too hard, yanking it tightly around his throat.

“Easy, Y/N,” he laughs, holding onto her wrists. “I know you’re eager to get me naked, but I think you forget that I am also precious cargo.” Her lips sink into a pout, and he’s able to get the shirt off, throwing it off to the side, his headband going with it.

“You are precious,” she says, squishing his cheeks together. She cups the back of his neck and pecks his lips, gentle and loving. “Love these little baby hairs,” she says, running her hand over his skin, teasing and tugging on his chest hairs.

“They’re not baby hairs,” he says, pouting. He teases his hands along her hips, nails digging into her fleshy skin. “I am a man.”

“Oh, I know,” she chuckles, feeling his hips jerk up, pressing his swelling bulge into her. He wraps his arms around her waist, fingers tracing along the expanse of her back, and nestles his face into her chest. She shifts further up on his lap, fingers carding through his soft hair. Being far too lazy to take it off, he sucks on her breasts through her worn tee, her nipples hardening in his teeth. She pushes his boxers down and readjusts herself over him, rubbing her clothed pussy along his pulsing cock. She tugs her panties to the side, and he moans at the sudden warmth, her arousal coating him.

“You like that?” She asks breathily, rocking her hips faster. “Like feeling me drip onto your cock?”

“What if I just—” She teases the head of his cock, just barely pushing him inside before she pulls out. He can barely make a sound, his throat tightening when

“You like it when I tease your cock? Can feel you throbbing.” Her eyes roll back at the burning feeling of him just breaking past the barrier of her tightness. “So needy for me, bubba.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he moans.

“Tell me, babe.” She holds him by the jaw, the pads of her fingers pressing perfectly into his pressure points, and he struggles for breath, making his head even lighter and obscured. He grins. “Tell me how much you love my pussy,” she says as she sinks fully onto him, her walls swallowing him easily.

“Fuck,” he moans, long and drawn out. His head falls onto the couch cushions, eyes closing to savor the feeling of her gripping him, but she pulls him back, forcing him to keep eye contact. “I love it; love you more, though,” he says.

“Say it,” she coos.

He blushes, heat spreading from his chest to the tip of his ears. He has never been vocal when it comes to sex; he always gets flustered and anxious when having a normal conversation, so he couldn’t even imagine how how awkward he would be while trying to talk dirty. It’s even more difficult because of how much she’s teasing him, slow and languid movements up and down his cock, his head just barely inside her before she comes back down, her hips grinding against his. She has this look in her hooded eyes, a lustful and greedy look, that’s telling him to give in to his instincts.

“Love y-your pussy, baby,” he moans.

“Yeah?” She starts riding him faster, her walls milking him. He groans. “Tell me how it feels, H.” She smirks, like an actual full blown, teasing smirk; she knows exactly how good she’s making him feel. She likes seeing him so flustered and babbly and incoherent.

“So fucking good, so warm and wet, perfect for me, lovie,” he says, and she grins, teeth bared. She kisses him, messily and harshly. His arms wrap tightly around her waist, stilling her hips, and a hand travels up the length of her spine, beginning at the curve of her bum, dipping momentarily beneath her large tee, before moving up to the back of her neck, pressing her lips tighter to his. He cradles her head while he moves onto the floor, but it’s not nearly as graceful as he hoped it would be. They crash to the ground.

“Oh, god,” she squeals, and her walls squeeze him painfully tight. Her nails dig into his back.

“Wha’s wrong?” He wipes the sweat from his forehead, fingers raking through his hair.

“No, no,” she stutters, hands moving onto the swell of his ass, keeping him still. “You’re so deep.”

He swears his arms are going to give out at the sound of her sweet little whisper, her voice weak and broken.

“H-how deep?”

He can’t help the break in his voice, and embarrassment floods him. He’s honestly trying his hardest to sound sexy, but he just sounds like an idiot.

“As deep as the ocean,” she mumbles, and she looks so positively fucked, out of it and dazed with hooded eyes; he honestly doesn't even think she realizes what she said because when he starts laughing, she gives him the cutest look, her brows furrowed, lips curled. “What?”

“Congrats,” he says, leaning back and onto his knees, his arms curled under her thighs, knees hooked over his arms. “You almost just made me go soft. Never done that before.”

“Shut up,” she says, grinding her hips into him. His thrusts start slow, deliberate, but the more she reacts to him, the more she bucks and grinds, the faster they become, until he can’t anymore, driving his cock in with fast, precise thrusts.

“You look so good like this,” he says, groping her breasts over her tee, nipples swollen and hard. They move with every thrust of his hips.

“Thanks, it’s the shirt,” she says breathily, a weak smile on her lips. “It covers up all my ugly parts.”

“Tha’s not what I meant,” he says, frowning. He leans over her, hands on either side of her head, and she lets out a weak moan as his cock moves deeper inside her. “Look beautiful all the time.” He genuinely looks sad as he brushes away a bead of sweat from her forehead. “You don’ have to take your shirt off when we have sex, not if you don’ want to. I take it off normally because I thought it would be more comfortable for you, and, le’s be honest, your tits are amazing, and I love seeing your curves and your—”

She suddenly pulls him in for a kiss, ceasing his ramblings. He’s cute when he gets all nervous; despite the fact he’s balls deep inside her, he’s still a worrier. It’s sweet that he’s concerned about how she’s feeling, even though he’s not fully present, with red cheeks and hooded eyes, chest heaving for breath. She raises her hips, grinding up into him, her swollen clit just barely grazing against his abdomen. She clenches around him at the sharp, sudden burst of pleasure.

She raises her feet from the floor, and he presses her knees to her chest. The sound of him fucking himself into her wet cunt fills the air, obscenities and pleasured whimpers joining. Not having the energy to kiss fully, he traces his lips along the curve of her jaw, tender and messy. His thrusts become sharper and deeper, knocking the breath from her lungs with every move of his hips.

“Oh, god, ‘m so fucking wet.” She laughs, feeling through her soaked curls to her throbbing clit. She really is; her arousal drips onto their thighs and into the carpet. Her head spins, burning pleasure building as he grinds into her and spreads her legs further apart.

“Fuckin’ hell—” He whines as she tightens around him, her fingers rubbing her little clit raw.

“‘M gonna come,” she moans, tugging at his hair. “C’mon, baby,” she coos, “want you to—” She swallows thickly, her breathing shallow. Her eyes roll back as she pinches her poor swollen clit, her thighs trembling. She meets his thrusts, eager for her impending orgasm. “Want you to come in me, wanna feel your cum in my—”

She lets out one loud moan, her body trembling and shuddering beneath him as pleasure rushes through her, leaving her limbs tingling and her mind muddled. They bask in the afterglow, their breaths in sync and deep, and he slumps onto her, wrapping his arms around her, tracing his hands over any piece of skin he can. He just wants to savor this feeling, the closeness, the warmth, the tenderness.

Her hand suddenly fishes over to the caramels that Harry made a couple days ago, which have been taunting her in a faux-crystal bowl on the coffee table for the past couple of minutes. The make-shift wax paper wrapper crinkles, and the sound makes him look up, his eyes still hooded, movements languid with exhaustion. He opens his mouth sleepily, and she rips the caramel in half. They both moan at the same time at the taste and fall into a fit of giggles. He moves to his side, his chest pressed to her back, softening cock pressed to the curve of her bum.

“Sorry,” he says, “messed up your art.” He flashes his nails, the pink paint still soft and pliable, littered with nicks and dents and imprints from the couch cushions. She hooks her fingers through his and tugs his hand down to her lips.

“Worth it.”

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