#YES THIS INCLUDES YOUR PETS IN BACKPACKS

[fruitless-vain]

Let me just say that as a Service Dog Handler: It’s not just bringing your pet to a store they don’t belong in.

It’s not just “two minutes”, it’s not “not bothering anyone”, it’s not “the staff don’t care so it’s fine”

It’s making service dog handlers have to look over their shoulders and scan their environments excessively for untrained pets that are a hazard to their service dogs.

It’s making disabled people exert even more energy that they don’t have to ensure their SD’s safety

It’s triggering medical episodes, distracting the real working dog, causing ER visits

It’s having a medical episode and spending the whole time worrying about an untrained pet harming your SD while you’re unconscious

It’s the long lasting effects of your pets poor behaviour. Making people think that real service animals behave that way, making it harder for real teams to have public access, have to fight harder to have basic rights, and have to deal with confrontation on the daily just to exist in a space

It’s being followed by security because “the last ‘SD’ peed in the store/ bit someone/ was disruptive”

It’s ending the careers of highly trained service animals because your untrained pet attacked them, rendering them unable to ever work again, their disabled handlers unable to live freely again, and tens of thousands of dollars down the drain.

I don’t care if your pet doesn’t bark at real service dogs, I don’t care if you’ve never encountered a real team while out, I don’t care if no one’s told you to stop before. Your actions have real life implications, you are making things so much harder for disabled folks all for the fact that you can’t manage to leave your pet at home for an hour.

There are tons of pet friendly spaces, take your pet there! Do your training there! Have fun there!

But keep your untrained pets out of non-pet-friendly spaces. You are not above the law and your pet is not more important than the thousands of disabled people you are directly impacting.

[luigilore]

luigi husband/domestic hcs

(a/n: trying hc format! thx anon for requesting! i hope its okay <3 if anyone wants to talk about domestic lu pls hit up my inbox<3 )

likes going grocery shopping with u like you have a little routine on sundays and he's always searching for new recipes to try

lots of pain management fit into yalls daily routine... massages <3 theragun time <3 tens unit whatever helps him and hes sooo grateful

lovessss showering together

he's great at picking up on your emotions and how you're feeling

words of affirmation- complimenting, uplifting, and supporting you is how he communicates that he cares

when luigi can tell you're upset, he wants and will do anything to solve whatever problem there is and make you feel better

luigi is really perceptive, like annoyingly so, "what's wrong? are you sure you're okay?" you can't fool him at all

he really prides himself on knowing the people he loves

wants to know all about you, even the most trivial things i think he would be so interested in learning about.. a bit obsessive in the most romantic and sickening way and u match his freak so dw

might be (is) a lip biter when kissing like first time he did it was on accident, he just got very excited but you both quickly discover he lovesss it

i think luigi is masterfully good at foreplay, methodical in everything he does... including uh... physical intimacy

luigi has a lot of self control and he prides himself in that... but he is also soooo sensitive he just thinks it's incredibly unfair

like just running your hands through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly, oh he's meltinggg

a very intense lover like his eye contact, his touch- firm grip, his voice- always lower and quiet, intense in the best way possible

oh and once you're married he loves always mentioning or name dropping "my wife," in conversations

he is naturally nurturing so he's very openly and unabashedly the biggest romantic

but your wedding is small, only with your close family and friends OR you elope... (i think eloping is sooooo romantic and i feel like he would be extremely enticed by this... and yes both of ur families are pissed)

omg then planning a big backpacking trip or something for ur honeymoon... oh

lovesss house hunting with you

he's a great partner, very responsible and reassuring, his presence is naturally calming for you

problem-solver, if something's bothering you he wants to fix it immediately. it doesn't matter how big or small, if it's upsetting you, he wants to make it better

you trust him and his decision making 100%

luigi prides himself on how well he knows you

to be loved is to be known and that is very relevant here

he also feels so so so loved and special when you remember little details about him

loves being spontaneous

a great gift giver, will retain you offhandedly mentioning you like this certain book or lipstick and boom six months later it's wrapped up for your birthday

anniversaries? forget about it, he out does himself every single year

luigi loves a romantic gesture, would not care about public embarrassment or judgement at all... do these ever materialize? probably not but he really only sees you and him in public

twirling you and dipping you around the dance floor

but that being said isn't huge into pda like making out in public is not his style

but holding hands, hand on the small of your back, or just physical proximity?

oh absolutely loves pet names, especially honey and baby

but totally melts when you call him any pet name! even just his literal name lol... the way u say it just gets him...

loves just like... being married, having you to go through life with he just really loves it.

loves it when you read to him, will very timidly request it

some nights will read to you as well, you guys take turns picking out books

one of those couples that does everything together but not in a bad way? just codependent but <3

he just genuinely enjoys spending time with you. you never run out of things to talk or laugh about

luigi is great at having a routine down, he's so busy but gets everything done

okay soooo he would be the most attentive dad

has art work from your kids on the fridge and all over his office, present at every single one and is sooo proud

documents everything about your children, like buys the baby books and takes so many pictures it's so endearing

in awe of your baby like she's so precious and luigi can't get over her chubby cheeks or squealing laughter... she's his weakness

of course he reads to the kids too and tucks them in at night

you do have to force him to relax sometimes and take a breather, it can be very hard for him to let himself relax and chill

so busy taking care of everyone else that he's not taking care of himself

loves being hands on with the kids

will somehow teach himself how to build things like your daughter wants a dollhouse? of course luigi can do it... why couldn't he... he's actually designing a 3d printed model rn like okay...

loves cuddling and spooning

like laying on the couch together, legs entangled, his hand on your waist, just reading or working on different things in silence, just the physical touch and intimacy is so nice for him

always wants you to sit in his lap or the arm of the chair

would be the sweetest dad, but would feel perpetually unprepared and terrified for fatherhood

would always be researching the best foods, products, etc

like not full helicopter parent/soccer mom but he's very involved and always trying to find new experiences for your kids

overall, luigi is a great person to share a life with, he's organized, responsible, respectful, and LOVING <3

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Not your Burden Pt. 3

Idea | Previous Part

tw: future dom-sub relationship, sexually explicit content, pet names, age gap (early twenties - late thirties)

With Simon’s help, your essentials were quickly packed in a suitcase, and your trusty, almost ripping at the edges, backpack. And yes, that included your vibrator, although you hid that one under your clothes while he was in your bathroom, gathering your stuff there.

As soon as you were done, Simon led you to the limousine, still waiting downstairs, and opened the door for you, while the driver - who introduced himself as Johnny - loaded your suitcase into the trunk. Simon got in next to you and the car took off as soon as Johnny was done. The warmth and gentle purring made you sleepy, the exhaustion of the last few weeks finally catching up with you.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll wake you when we’re there.” Against your better judgment, you closed your eyes and slowly but surely drifted off to sleep.

As soon as Johnny was sure you were asleep, he glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror. “You really think this is a good idea? She seems to like you.” Simon scoffed, turning to look out the window. “You know why we’re doing this Johnny. I need to catch this asshole and if playing the hero to his daughter is what needs to be done, it will be done.”

The Scott nodded slowly, his attention split between the road and the backseats. “But didn’t you say that she didn’t have any contact with her father either?” The blonde shrugged, glancing at your sleeping form before looking out the window again. “He will come for her. He is a scumbag, but a scumbag with morals. When he finds out that we have her, whether willingly or not, he won’t just stand by.” Johnny glanced at his boss through the rearview mirrors, trying to read Simon’s expression. When he couldn’t do that, he glanced at you instead. You were beautiful and looked way too innocent and trusting to be dragged into any of this. All the Scott could do was hope that Simon was not just using you.

Simon couldn’t help but feel guilty after feeling Johnny’s eyes on him for the rest of the drive. He had always liked you and hell, he had always known of your little crush on him. He thought it was cute, the way you’d always blush around him. The older you got the more obvious it became, so he stopped coming around, tried putting distance between the two of you, hoping you’d lose interest and eventually live a normal life. And then your father just had to go and fuck it up.

If it had been up to Simon, he’d never seen you again. But after your father decided to kill two of his closest friends and then disappear, he didn’t really have a choice, did he? Contacting you wasn’t his first choice, no, it was far from it. But no other idea paned out, so there he was, sitting in the car with you asleep beside him. He had to admit, the way you reacted to his words, even if most of the times you didn’t even notice it, had him chub up, making his pants feel uncomfortably tight. Even now, the way your head leaned against his shoulders, the way you unconsciously shifted to be closer to him, made his heart jump. But he couldn’t mix business and pleasure.

You stirred in his arms, but the quiet shushing that fell from his lips way too easily, calmed you enough to fall asleep again. A frown tugged on his face as he realized that you truly felt too light in his arms and he made a mental note to talk to the chefs the next day and make sure they cook you whatever you want, whenever you want. Not because he had feelings for you, of course not. But because for now, you were his. And he takes care of what’s his.

“Ah, I see you managed to convince her.” Amanda smiled at Simon as she approached him quietly, so as to not wake your sleeping form. Her smile turned to you and she carefully reached out, swiping a strand of hair from your face. “She is adorable. Take good care of her, you hear me?” Simon sighed and nodded, but a smile played around his lips. Amanda was his best friend, his right-hand woman. They had grown up together, both heirs of mafia empires, so when the age came where marriage was expected, and neither of them had the desire to forge such a connection, the chance to marry each other presented itself and both took it. That way Simon could inherit everything his father, the piece of shit, left him and Amanda would get her family off her back.

“I had the guest room at the end of the hallway prepared. It’s closest to the library and you said she’d always liked to read, so it only made sense.” Simon nodded again and quietly thanked her, before heading to said guest room.

When he laid you down, you stirred again, waking up a bit, but Simon was quick to cup your cheek. “It’s alright little one, just me. Go back to sleep, yeah?” You nodded with a tired sigh and turned onto your side, curling in on yourself. He watched you for a few moments until the door to the room opened and Johnny stepped inside, carrying your suitcase and backpack. “You ought to get her a new backpack, this one is falling apart.” He handed it to Simon, who took it and glared at all the tears and rips. “Can you ask Amanda to take care of that?” Johnny nodded and disappeared out the door, closing it gently behind himself.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Simon rummaged through your suitcase until he found some pajamas. Although he paused for a moment when he found the vibrator you packed. Picking it up, he glared at it as if it had personally offended him, and though the urge to throw it away and show you that you didn’t need something like that was strong, he instead opted to put it in one of the drawers in your nightstand.

As soon as he had found the pajamas, he carefully rolled you back onto your back and changed you. While doing so, he couldn’t help but gently trace his hands over your curves, memorizing them as his cock slowly hardened. When he realized what he was doing, he cursed under his breath and finished changing your clothes. And before he could succumb to his desire, he tucked you in and left the room, heading to the master bathroom to take a much-needed cold shower.

Next Part

A/N: Honestly, writing that someone is asleep while you're also fucking sleepy really doesn't help...

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[koosluvss]

Here for you, jjk fic

pairing : boyfriend jk! x reader

genre : angst (?) ++ fluff at the end :)

wc : 839

warnings ‼️: includes talk of arguing with parent, that’s it.

Hello everyone! I know that most of you have been waiting for my other story to come out but sadly I’m not sure when I will finish it. I will try my hardest to have it get released soon but for now I have made this! It may not be the best but this is one of the first fics that I have ever written. thank you for all of the support and please enjoy ‘Here for you’!

- koosluvss

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I felt the cool breeze graze against my skin as I sat on the lonely bench in the middle of the park. my tears feeling as if they will freeze to my face in this weather. I hugged the thin jacket as if it were a blanket closer to my frail body. I look down at my phone, my vision being foggy from the unshed tears that still lay in my eyes. the time reads 2:43 a.m. before I see the screen flash with Jungkook’s caller i.d. I quickly answer before I held the phone closer to my ear.

“Hey baby, sorry I missed your call..” I heard him speak from the other side of the phone, his voice scratchy from the fact that he most likely just woke up.

“Can I come over?” I asked waiting for his response. I didn’t want to just show up to his home uninvited. I feel my throat hurt from the fact that I’ve been sitting out in this cold breeze for a while now.

“____, is everything okay?” The sound of concern in his voice makes my chest clench a little as I sat up from the bench and put the jacket on correctly.

“Please can I come over?” I asked again as my voice cracked at the end of my sentence. I picked up the heavy backpack and put my arms through the straps.

“Yeah of course, do you need me to pick you up?” I started to walk out of the park, heading to his house.

“I’ll be there in a few.” I said before hanging up and putting my phone in my pocket. I got to his house around seven minutes after our call. I let my hand lift to the front door of his apartment and then I softly knock. I hear Jungkook tell bam to stay where he is before his footsteps grow closer to the door. The door swings open and I see Jungkook curious eyes look at me. I look up at him my eyes all red and puffy.

“____, What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice turning soft before letting me walk into his apartment. As soon as I walk in I drop my backpack to the floor and take my shoes off. I feel him step closer towards me before he turns me around to look at me.

“Did you have another argument with your dad?” He says, before pulling me close to his chest letting his head rest on the top of mine. My eyes filled with tears again before I let a loud sob escape my lips, my own arms wrapping around his strong frame. “It’s okay baby, tell me what happened.” *I heard him say softly. He holds me close to him and whispers comforting reassurances to me as he lets his hand gently pet my hair. I pull my face away from his chest and I look up at him, my eyes being even more red than they were when I first entered his house.

“Can I stay here for a bit?” I asked and I saw him nod at me, his eyes now being filled with worry.

“Stay as long as you need _____, come sit down and tell me what happened.” He said as he led me over to his couch where bam is laying. I sat down and he sat next to me before he took one of my small hands into his own.

“Yes we got into a fight..” I sighed out before looking down. “I don’t wanna go back, he tried to hurt me.” He heard my voice crack at the end and his facial expression turned soft. His finger was placed under my chin as he lifts my head gently making him look into his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry my love, im here I promise I’ll keep you safe.” He said while he pushed some of my hair out of my face. I gave him a weak smile before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thank you baby..” I said quietly before I cuddled closer to him on the couch. His tattooed gently stroking my arm. My head rested on his shoulder before I heard him let out a long sigh. “Sorry for waking you up, I know it’s really late but I just needed somewhere to go-“

“____, don’t apologize. I’m always available for you every hour, minute and second of the day.” He says then places a quick kiss to my temple. A soft smile decorated my lips as I looked up and saw him look down at my with his own little smile.

“Thank you Jungkook..” I said softly letting my head fall to his shoulder again, enjoying his presence next to me.

His smiled never leaves his lips before he says, “I’m always here for you baby, I love you.” I hear him say. The night is filled with exchanges of kisses and cuddling before we both fall asleep in each others arms.

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— just a little comfort writing before I go back to writing more. I hope you enjoyed this more is yet to come! :)

- koosluvss

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH6

Daddy takes you on a road trip, happy to have you as his passenger princess.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Road trip. Age gap. Size difference. Explicit language. Over-clothes-touching. Nature hike. Tooth-rottingly-sweet fluff. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 6.4k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

A/N: Quick recap: Reader (we call her pumpkin), in her 20s, has hair and female genitalia, suffers from depression and anxiety, and has agreed to become the little girl/submissive to a couple she's supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, who are in their early/late thirties. In this chapter: Daddy POV incoming! We learn a bit more about him, including his name and age. Turns out: he is an original character, but he was inspired by all the men tagged in this post, I hope you can forgive me for still using those tags. His name is barely mentioned if it's not his POV, so he'll remain (the) Daddy (of your choice) of course. (READ THIS if you'd like a longer explanation!)

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You were settled on the bench seat of the truck, your shoulder leaning against the passenger door, your feet tucked under your butt, as you watched about curiously. The small backpack he'd given you, filled with extra clothes, water and some snacks, rested against your side.

His eyes were on the road, but he kept looking over, out of the corner of his eye or openly when he had to stop at a traffic light or before taking a turn. You looked calm, relaxed, the way those braids framed your pretty face made him smile softly. It had only been a few days, less than that even, but you already looked so different.

When he first saw you shuffling into the living room, nervous and shy and uncertain about everything, he'd hoped to break you out of your shell, make you smile and laugh and see the world in a different light again. He hadn't imagined you'd change so quickly. As if you'd been looking for someone to take care of you all your life, immediately jumping at the chance.

And how fast you'd opened up to him specifically, after just these short moments you'd had together, it warmed his heart. Whatever happened in the shower this morning hadn't been planned, but he was glad it had evolved like it did. It would make things much easier in the future. You might have hesitated a little at first, but he could see that you wanted to be close to him.

There was still a lot of shame inside you, probably stemming from a conservative upbringing or lack of proper communication with your parents or mother in particular (seeing that you never really had a proper father figure in your life), but you did better than he would have thought at first. In hindsight, he had pushed you a little too much as he remembered your distraught face and tears when being presented with the simple task of saying 'cock' and 'cunt' and asking to be touched.

But you pulled through, and he couldn't be more proud. You'd do just fine with all the things to come.

“Daddy?” Your voice rang in his ears, pulling him from his thoughts. The way you said that still tightened something low in his stomach, making his cock twitch.

“Yes, pumpkin?” he replied, throwing a short glance at you, his hand flexing on the steering wheel.

“Where exactly are we going?” you asked. You'd moved on the seat, sitting on your knees, slightly closer to the middle now, the seat belt pushing between your small breasts.

“To the mountains,” he answered, watching you frown before he had to look back at the road. “We'll take a little hike. I'd figured you'd like to get out of town for once, get some fresh air. You'll love it. It's one of my favorite trails.”

“Okay,” you whispered, sounding a little flat. “I hope I can keep up...”

He looked back at you, noticing how you chewed on your bottom lip as you stared out of the passenger window. Before he knew it, he'd reached his hand out and brushed his fingers against your thigh, smiling when you turned your head to him. Instead of maybe pushing him away or dodging the touch, you grabbed his hand and cradled it between yours, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

His smile widened when you blushed slightly, focusing your gaze on how much bigger his hand was in yours. “You'll be fine, baby,” he told you, and you nodded, continuing to play with his long fingers.

You must be so touch-starved, with how you soaked up the tiniest of skin-to-skin contact. He was glad about it, knowing there'd be so much more to come, but he also felt bad for taking advantage of you like that. Then again, you were the perfect little girl, the one he'd been looking for for quite some time. Already so submissive, timid but curious, cute and enticing. Just perfect.

It had been Isabella's idea (the woman you only knew as Mommy) to add a little something to their busy lifestyles, something to ground them both, to calm them when life got too much. He'd known his partner for more than a decade then. They'd met as business partners, working for different companies, started out as passionate lovers before they realized they weren't made for a conventional relationship.

Soon they merged lives, business and private, working as equals in the company he'd built up from the very bottom. She was a good partner, knew how to handle herself in a still mostly man-dominated world, mainly because she knew exactly how to dominate right back. She had a fiery temper that he admired both in the office and in his bed, and they soon slipped into a different lifestyle, sharing a passion for the rougher kinds of love-making.

And as much as it grounded him to explore the deepest kinks with her, something had been missing. They were both dominant people, clashing more often than not, which wasn't always a bad thing, but he knew it couldn't go on like that. With their unique relationship being as open as it was, Isabella had been experimenting with submissives long before him (as far as he knew she still had some on the side, juggling it all at once which was impressive), but somehow that only fueled their darker sides.

So one day, she came to him, nursing a strained wrist after some malfunctioning flogger exercise. “Papi,” she'd said, sitting down on the edge of his desk with a sigh. “Something's gotta change.”

He'd leaned back in his chair, watching her. He'd always been blown away by her natural beauty, her long black hair, those thick lashes, the perfectly structured face, full lips, deep eyes full of fire. He knew she didn't do much to maintain her looks, which was even more impressive. That day, she'd been glowing, an idea blossoming in her chest.

“What are you thinking about, babe?” he had asked, tilting his head.

“We should get a dog,” was the first thing she'd said, a tease in her velvety voice, a smirk on her lips. “Or we could adopt. A kid.”

He'd stared at her. “A kid? I thought you hated kids.”

“Well, I do, and you'll never catch me with a bun in the oven, no matter how hard you try to put one in there, mister,” she'd added, poking her pointy nail at his chest. He'd chuckled. “No, I mean...” She'd sighed, pursing her lips. “Listen, I will not be caught dead admitting this, but... I know you'll understand. I think you feel the same. Something's missing.”

“You think we'd have time to raise a kid?” he'd asked, frowning deeply. “We of all people?”

“No, not raise a kid. That'd be a terrible idea, wouldn't it?” She'd laughed her beautiful laugh. “No, stay kinky, chico, I mean we need a little girl, a fully developed human, of age, of course, but someone to take care of and pamper and cuddle on the couch after a long day in the office. Someone who will cherish us and devote her life to us, someone for both of us.”

“You want to be a Mommy, huh?” he'd mused.

“I wanna be called Mommy!” she'd clarified, slipping onto his lap, one arm around his neck as she drew circles over the buttons of his shirt. “And you, papito, were destined to be a Daddy too!”

“You think so?”

“Oh yes, old man, it's now or never,” she'd teased, smiling at him. “You won't get any younger, you know?”

He'd shot her a glare, grabbing her waist and tickling her until she hit his chest, breathless and flushed.

“You'd make a great Daddy,” she'd whispered, nuzzling her nose against his neck. “You were my papi first, but I am more than willing to share. You have so much love to give, let's find a girl who needs it. I'll look around first thing tomorrow, ask around.”

“What? Do you expect to find our little girl on the street?” he'd asked with a raised eyebrow.

In the end, after a long and fruitless search with many failed attempts, she did indeed find you right there on the street, lost and alone, left behind by a life that had gone by too fast. And it had been so easy to open his arms to you, to pull you onto his lap, welcome you into your new life. He smiled as he remembered how small you'd been, shoulders tight, curled into your shell, grabbed tightly by anxiety, but slowly you'd grown, stuck your head out, looked at him with so much hope.

Exhaling loudly, he noticed you were tugging on his hand. Blinking his eyes into focus, realizing he'd been driving mindlessly (luckily it was a straight road for miles), he turned his head to you, finding you smiling shyly at him.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, but bit your lip. He squeezed your hand gently, knowing you were about to ask something, fighting with yourself to find the words. He gave you an encouraging smile, waiting patiently, his eyes flicking back to the road for a moment before he felt how you placed his large hand onto your belly, giving it a soft press.

He looked back at you. “Hungry?”

“Can we stop for breakfast or lunch?” you then asked, and he smiled wider.

“Of course we can, pumpkin.” He looked at his watch, realizing it was already noon. Their shower adventure had taken longer than he'd expected and he'd whisked you away right after, completely forgetting about feeding you. What a Daddy he was... He scanned the road signs flying by. “How about a gas station sandwich? Not much else around,” he mused.

“Sure,” you said quietly, still fondling his hand to your stomach.

“I had our chef pack some real food though, for later. But if you're really hungry, we can dig into that right here on the side of the road.”

“No, it's fine, a sandwich will do.” You paused, then whispered: “You packed food, like... for a picnic?”

He looked back at you, nodding. “And I have just the spot to do it too, you'll love it.”

Leaving the road at the next exit, he brought the truck to a stop at the side of a small building. The two gas pumps sat vacant, nobody was around. It looked empty, almost abandoned, but there was a blinking OPEN sign in the dirty window. He considered leaving you in the car, but then thought better and unbuckled your seat belt, motioning you to join him. You slipped back into your shoes and followed immediately.

He waited with his hand extended and you grabbed it quickly, comfortable, as if you'd known each other for a long time. It felt right to walk with you like that. You were so tiny next to him, his hand swallowing yours, and with your braids and those shorts, you looked younger than you were. And somehow, to his own surprise, he didn't have a problem with that.

He pushed the door open and pulled you in after him, the little bell ringing from above. The small store was as empty as the rest of the property, though he heard shuffling in the back. Looking around, he skipped the shelves filled with snacks and went straight to the counter where an array of baked goods sat inside a small glass box.

“BLT or PB&J?” he asked you as you followed his gaze towards the sandwiches.

“Tomato,” you whispered shyly, squeezing his hand.

He nodded, pulling you slightly into his side. A moment later, an older woman came from the back, smiling a toothless smile as she greeted her customers. He ordered two tomato sandwiches to go and a coffee for himself.

“We also have milkshakes,” the clerk chimed as she packaged the food items. “I think you'd love the strawberry one, my dear,” she added, looking at you with a fond glint in her eyes. “Surely your Dad wouldn't mind?”

He noticed the flinch jerking through your body as you lowered your eyes, staring at the counter, your cheeks heating up. It did sound a bit weird to be addressed as your father, and he knew you were bothered by it a lot more than he was, but it was what it was. He was older, taller, bigger, you looked particularly young today, it was an easy mistake to make for a stranger. He decided to address the issue later.

For now, he squeezed your hand, tilting his body towards you. “Do you want one, pumpkin?” he asked quietly.

You looked up at him, your eyelids fluttering as you bit your lip. “Yes,” you breathed, and he smiled, then nodded at the cashier.

When you left the gas station, your hands curled around the large cup, you already seemed to have brightened up again. He slipped onto the driver's seat, watching you climb onto the bench, immediately shifting towards him. He put the sandwiches on the dashboard and his coffee cup in his other hand before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You melted into his embrace, smiling shyly as you started sucking on your milkshake.

“Listen, pumpkin,” he started, taking a sip of his coffee. “I'm afraid that may happen more often now. People mistaking you for my daughter. It's fine, isn't it? Nothing to be ashamed of or weirded out by. We know better, don't we?”

You looked at him from under your lashes, your lips puckered around the straw. He had to clench his jaw at the sight, knowing now was the worst possible moment to imagine those same lips wrapped around his cock, but he couldn't help himself or the twitch against the zipper of his jeans. Clearing his throat, he put the coffee into the cup holder and grabbed the sandwiches.

“I'll never force you to show any kind of affection in public, baby, okay?” he said, pulling the wrapped triangles out of the paper bag. “Unless you want to. I don't care what people think about me, but I don't want to embarrass or humiliate you. I want to be there for you, in whatever form you want. I –”

He stopped short when you had shifted on the bench seat, scooting closer on your knees, the milkshake in one hand while your other hand rested on his chest. Without saying anything, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the taste of artificial strawberry overwhelming for a moment. He smiled against your lips, then gave you a peck back.

“Is it weird that I... liked it... that she thought I was your daughter?” you whispered quietly, your cheeks flushed. He put the sandwiches on his lap and cupped your face, shaking his head.

“Nothing weird about it, it flatters me,” he said quietly, rubbing his thumbs over the twitching corners of your lips.

“How old are you, Daddy?” you asked, watching him closely.

“38, pumpkin. Does that bother you?” he added, knowing he was fifteen years your senior. But even though it was the biggest age gap in a relationship for him too, he found himself not really minding it as much as he had thought. And neither did you, apparently.

“No,” you breathed, leaning closer again. “I think you look younger. You don't look like any of the men my mother dragged into our house...”

He raised an eyebrow, not wanting to imagine just how many step-fathers you had to live with and endure. “Thanks, baby girl,” he replied instead, brushing his nose against yours.

“So I don't mind if people think you're my... father, but... I...” you stammered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. His thumb teased at it, pulling it back. The tip of your tongue slid against the pad of his finger. “I also want to... show affection in public... I mean, I want to hold your hand and... and kiss you... and not pretend that I am just your... daughter. Is that... okay?”

He smiled wider, nodding, tilting his head to press his lips to yours. “Of course, pumpkin. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“And at the same time, I... I'm not sure if I... if I want to call you... Daddy... when others can hear me... that does feel weird, a little bit,” you mused, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, teasing at his chest. “Maybe I could... call you... by your name? Do you have a name, Daddy?”

He laughed, both surprised and impressed by how you managed to word your wants and needs almost freely to him. “Of course I have a name, baby,” he said with a smirk.

You stared at him, waiting.

He stared back, amusement flushing his body.

“What's your name, Daddy?” you then asked, catching the unspoken command to ask him properly.

“Noah,” he said. “My name's Noah.”

You mouthed his name silently before you voiced it. “Noah,” you repeated. “And I can call you that when we're among people?”

“Yes, you can, pumpkin,” he replied, watching you closely. “If that makes you happy.”

You hummed, the sound vibrating against his lips.

“Do you want me to call you by your name too, or do you prefer the pet names I gave you?”

“I like it when you call me pumpkin,” you said quietly, inhaling deeply before you slipped from his hands and leaned your head against the backrest of the seat, snuggling into his shoulder. “Or baby or baby girl or anything else. I never really liked my name anyway...”

“But it's a beautiful name, baby,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer. “It is,” he stressed with a nod when you were about to roll your eyes, “but I respect your wishes, pumpkin.”

You smiled at him, warmth flooding your big eyes. “By the way, why pumpkin? Do I look like a pumpkin?” you then asked.

He chuckled. “No, I just think it sounds cute, as cute as you look,” he said, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You gave a soft giggle, accepting his answer.

You settled against him, bringing the milkshake back to your lips. He kept his arm around your shoulders, picking up the sandwiches with his free hand. Taking a bite of one, he then held it towards you. Instead of maybe grabbing the other one, you took his and bit off another piece, much smaller than his, and he watched you fondly as you chewed.

For a while the two of you ate in comfortable silence, still parked at the side of the gas station, leaning against the other. When he gave you the last bite of the second sandwich, he teased his fingers against your jaw.

“Hey, by the way, I am really proud of you, you know that?” he said nonchalantly, emptying the rest of his coffee.

You looked at him with a frown. “For finishing my food?”

He smirked. “That too, of course, but also for voicing what you want. I know it's not easy for you, but you did so well.”

You squirmed away, blushing deeply, but he knew you weren't ashamed, just humbled, probably. “Well, it's easier than to ask for... for something else...”

He nudged your arm. “I bet it is, but you'll get better at that too.”

“Hmm,” you made, licking around your lips, not daring to look at him. He leaned in instead, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek that made you giggle, before he took the empty milkshake cup from your hand and gathered the rest of the trash.

When he opened his door, you looked at him, meeting his gaze. “Be right back,” he told you, adding Stay where you are in his mind, then left the car, disposing of the cups and paper bags in a nearby trashcan. The sun was high in the sky, a few clouds shifting in front of it. He had planned to take you to the mountains early in the day, but somehow you were a bigger distraction than he had thought.

He'd have to take a different route to get there quicker, hoping they'd still have enough daylight to make it to the vantage point he wanted to show you. It'll be fine, he told himself when he returned to the truck. You were still perched on the seat, right in the middle where he left you, watching him curiously when he slipped behind the wheel again.

“You wanna stay here, pumpkin?” he asked, and you nodded, snuggling against him, your legs tucked under your body, knees pressing into his leg, sock-clad feet wriggling beside you on the seat. He smiled, leaning in to fish the middle seat belt up to strap you in. “Safety first,” he mused, his face close to yours. You gave a sweet snicker, and he couldn't help but grab your chin and capture your lips for a short but deep kiss, tasting the remnants of milkshake and sandwich in your mouth.

He had to force himself away eventually, sighing deeply as he put his own seat belt on and started the engine that came to life with a loud roar. He had missed taking the truck out into nature (usually using one of his other cars or getting driven by Isabella's driver when he was in the city), but what he had missed even more was to have a little passenger princess beside him.

His hand slipped to your thigh once he was back on the road, heading straight ahead, and again, you cradled it between your fingers, the touch soft and sweet, if you wouldn't have pushed it closer and closer to the hem of your jean shorts, teasing it between your legs.

“Still hungry, baby girl?” he mused, eyes on the road.

“No, just... it feels nice... having your hand there...”

“Where, pumpkin?” he teased, feeling you squirm against him.

“On my... between my legs...”

“On your what?”

You sighed, but instead of ditching the want or fighting him, you shifted on the seat, spreading your legs a little. You didn't ask him for it, and he might have to teach you some manners in the future, but for now he let it slide when you pressed his fingers right onto your warm mound, his hand so big his thumb was resting on your leg.

“My cunt, Daddy,” you said quietly, closing your thighs around his hand. He gave your crotch a few nudges of his fingers, wishing the thick fabric of your shorts wasn't in the way so he could sink them directly into your slit, but he settled for feeling your warmth and the hint and promise of dampness beyond.

“Good girl,” he praised, meeting your hooded gaze. “Return the favor?” he then asked before looking back at the road.

You complied quickly, one hand still holding his between your legs, the other moving towards his leg, rubbing up his thigh, and he had to fight a little groan when you curled your small hand around the obvious bulge in his pants as if you'd never done anything else. He admired your confidence, but still adjusted your hand to rest comfortably along his cock, pressing his other leg up against the steering wheel for a moment to keep the car steady.

You gave him a gentle squeeze, and he threw you a smirk, rubbing his fingers against the seam of your shorts, and connected as you were, he drove on. A few hours passed before he pulled onto the empty parking lot. It was later than he would have liked, but it would be fine. You had fallen asleep against him, holding onto his cock, lulled by the occasional flick of his wrist.

He carefully peeled his hand away, feeling it tingling from the blood rushing back into his digits. For a moment, he let it rest on your warm thigh, watching you sleep so peacefully. Gone seemed the worried girl who couldn't stop crying as she told them about her failed attempt at life. Who choked on her words as she had to recount the events that led to her ending up on the street.

He knew that in your head, it was a lot worse, and it wasn't easy to begin with, falling into depression, dropping out of college, losing your place to live, unable to return to your family because you didn't have the money (and courage) to do so, but he had been certain that you would prevail.

There had been hope in your big wet eyes, a plea you couldn't word yet. And you pushed through by accepting his and Isabella's offer, probably still unsure what that all entailed, but you grew into your role (or what you thought it was) quickly, minute by minute climbing back out of the dark abyss that had swallowed you whole.

Helping you by simply being there, cuddling you, holding you, praising you, had been a new experience for him too. He'd had submissive partners before, but nobody had been like you, so soft and innocent and helpless in a way that triggered something inside him he hadn't known before. The need to protect, to guide, to pamper. Be a Daddy, a caring authority figure, a father figure even, and not just in sexual ways.

For the first time in his life, he would prefer holding you against him over sinking his cock into your tight cunt and fucking you senseless (he'd do that eventually too, but for now, because you were just getting adjusted, it was enough to simply feel you in his arms). A new chapter, for every party involved.

Inhaling deeply, your sweet scent filling his nostrils, he leaned against you, bringing his lips to your sleep-warm cheek. “Pumpkin,” he whispered softly. “Wake up, sweet girl.”

You startled awake, flinching badly, your hand gripping at his cock which in turn made him shift away with a wince and a stifled laugh. He grabbed your hand and eased it off him, then chuckled softly when you blinked your eyes into focus and stared at him.

“You're alright,” he whispered, cradling your hand in his, giving you a bit of space as you came to. “We're here.”

“Here?” you mouthed before your jaw opened for a big yawn that you didn't even bother to hide. Seeing his amused gaze, you cleared your throat and wiped a bit of drool off your chin, looking around.

“We might have to change our plans a little because we got here so late. Lucky for you, there's also a shorter trail to where we want to go,” he told you, watching you as you stretched, a little squeak escaping you that made his stomach tense. You were so fucking adorable.

“Okay, Daddy,” you whispered, slipping back into your shoes as you sat up straighter on the seat.

His resolve was really tested now. The urge to grab you and devour you, take you in the most primal ways possible, was thrumming low in his guts, his cock straining against his jeans. But he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Alright, let's get going before it gets dark, hm?” he then said and slipped out of the car, waiting for you to follow him. You grabbed the backpack from the bench while he took the larger one off the backseat, and together, hand in hand, the two of you started up the trail into the forest, slowly easing your way up the mountain.

He watched you as you admired the nature around you, giggling when a squirrel crossed the path, your mouth agape when you watched a woodpecker hacking away at a nearby tree trunk, your hand squeezing his before you showed him something in the distance. His heart nearly melted by how at ease you were, how easy-going and free, not a single black cloud circling your head at the moment.

He'd do anything to keep it that way.

The trail wound past a thick pine forest on one side and a steep slope dipping down into the thicket on the other, allowing a more or less clear view on the river snaking through the valley below. Most of it was already covered in shadows as the sun was slowly descending behind the mountains, but some areas were still sparkling, clear water rushing by, echoing up all the way to the trail.

You walked silently next to him, pressed to his side when the path got narrower, holding onto his hand and stretching your arm out when you had to climb over an obstacle, never letting go. Even after more than thirty minutes of walking, steadily ascending the mountain, you still looked around in awe, sometimes pausing to marvel at a certain view, showing him things he hadn't noticed before on the many treks he'd taken along this path.

You opened his eyes to new things, and he was grateful, enjoying his time with you more than he had initially thought. He had tried taking his subs here from time to time, but most of them, no matter how obedient, would start complaining and downright protesting after having to walk this much. It didn't matter to him as he did enjoy a good punishment, but it would have been a nice change to just enjoy nature together instead of thinking about ways to properly discipline the girls he had been with.

You, on the other hand, gave him time to let go, to empty his mind, to enjoy the bird song around him, the noises of the forest, the wind in the leaves, to feel the sun on his skin, the breeze in his hair. You were perfect to spend time with.

When the both of you eventually reached the spot he wanted to show you, the sun was just peeking past the top of the mountain, painting everything in a warm orange glow. “Almost there, pumpkin,” he told you, quickly taking you around a bend before you saw it: a little plateau jutting out of the forest, and on top of it sat a watch tower, the smaller kind, to watch animals.

He led you to the steep wooden ladder and helped you up, watching you climb on unsteady legs, the sight of your rear shifting left and right a welcome one. At the top, you crawled over the edge and disappeared, and he quickly followed. You were already standing against the banister, hands curled around the top, looking left and right with your lips parted and your eyes wide. He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, leaning his chin on top of your head.

“This is beautiful, Daddy,” you whispered, and he followed your gaze, letting his eyes wander over the valley below, the river twinkling in the last rays of the sun, the mountains dark and imposing behind it, endless rows of trees filling the slopes. He lowered his head and turned it, pressing his lips to your warm cheek.

“You are beautiful,” he said quietly, making you squirm and giggle. “You are. My perfect little girl...”

You looked at him, meeting his gaze, then meeting his lips, the kiss slow and gentle, your hands finding his forearms as you leaned into him. He inhaled you, holding you closer, feeling your soft breaths and little twitches. The vantage point and its pretty view was forgotten as he pulled you onto the little bench on the side of the structure, settling you on his lap.

Your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your face, lips sliding and pressing, tongues gliding and delving deep. The noises around you faded as the sun set behind the mountain, plunging the world into darkness, a gentle glow left on the horizon. He focused on kissing you, tasting you, until you were both breathless, leaning into each other, his large hands rubbing over your bare arms, caressing the goosebumps away.

“Are you cold?” he whispered.

You pressed into him. “A little,” you murmured barely audible.

He pulled the backpack closer that he'd barely had time to put down before his desires had taken over. Without letting go of you, he extended a hand and rummaged through it before pulling out a thick blanket. He'd planned to put it down on the meadow next to the tower, enjoying a nice picnic with you, but with the light gone, that wouldn't happen. So he threw it around your shoulders instead, wrapping you up completely.

You snuggled into him, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. “Thank you, Daddy,” you breathed softly. “For this and for taking me here... it was really special.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” he replied, pulling you even tighter against him as he looked over your head and past the balustrade into the approaching night. “But it's not over yet.”

“What do you mean?” you whispered, sounding rather sleepy.

“When I knew we'd come here so late, I remembered that there is a little cabin nearby. We didn't bring any necessities, but I think we can skip your night routine for once, hm, pumpkin?”

You tilted your head back to look at him, a frown on your forehead. “We're spending the night here?”

“Mommy will be furious, but it can't be helped. I'm not taking you through the forest at night,” he explained, shifting on the hard bench. “It's only a few yards down the hill, and luckily I did think to bring a flashlight.”

Your lips twitched as you watched him. “Sounds good, Daddy,” you mused, your hands digging into the fabric of his shirt. “As long as you're with me, I feel safe.”

“You do?” he whispered, a little surprised by your words.

“Yes,” you breathed, scooting closer to nestle your face into the crook of his neck. “And you're warm and strong and I know you would never hurt me.”

“Of course not, pumpkin!” He blinked, rubbing your back, furrowing his eyebrows at the way you worded that. “I'll always protect you.”

You hummed against him. It really was unusual how quickly you started to trust him. But it just showed him how dire your need for a caregiver was, for someone to hold you, to give you attention, to be there. It might have been only about forty-eight hours since you left the streets to come live with him and Isabella, but it felt like so much longer already. He inhaled deeply, burying his nose in your hair.

“Oh pumpkin,” he breathed, closing his eyes. “My sweet little pumpkin...”

He heard your soft giggle as you squirmed on his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck as you inched closer to him, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. It was getting darker and darker, but he would always be able to see the hopeful innocence shining in your eyes.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” you whispered, your breath fanning over his lips.

“Never better, sweet girl,” he replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You just make me really happy, you know? I'm old, let me be sentimental.”

You chuckled quietly. “You're not old, Daddy,” you said softly, your fingers brushing up his neck into his hair, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. “You're well-seasoned, experienced, knowledgeable...” He watched you as you listed those traits, the warmth radiating off your cheeks.

Nosing at your temple, he smirked at you. “Well-seasoned, huh? I think you are indeed still hungry...” he said, grabbing your waist under the blanket to dig his fingers into your sides until you writhed on his lap, gasping for air after a full-blown laughing fit shook you.

“Daddy!” you squeaked, your hands heavy on his shoulders.

He let go of you, only to wrap his arms around your back and pull you flush against him, his mouth inches away from yours. “Would you like another taste of Daddy, pumpkin?” he whispered, licking his lips, feeling his cock stir to life beneath you.

He heard your sharp inhale, felt your burning skin, but he also saw the jerky nod you issued before you buried your face in his neck, clinging to his shoulders, a little shudder crashing through your small body.

“Let's get to that cabin then, hm?” he whispered, standing up slowly, the bundle of limbs and hair and blanket tight in his arms. He put you to your feet, digging through the backpack to fish the flashlight out. Switching it on, he placed it into your hands, considering putting the blanket back, but deciding against it. The night was chilly, and you were only wearing that cute kitten shirt (and it was too dark to appreciate your stiff nipples beneath).

After shouldering his backpack, he told you to stay put as he climbed down the ladder first, then waved at you to follow him.

They were quickly losing light, the last glow vanishing behind the mountains. The flashlight didn't do much, but it was enough to illuminate the path to the cabin. When he reached it, his hand tight around yours, he realized he might have exaggerated things a bit. The cabin was more of a shed, the only window was a little glass pane in the door, but at least it had a roof and four walls, which was hopefully enough protection against any nighttime critters or bigger animals.

He ushered you inside and closed the door. “Well, this is home sweet home for the night I guess,” he said, looking around as you shone the flashlight from wall to wall. It was one of those hiker huts, just a place to stay, one wall lined with two very primitive looking beds, just raised wooden slabs, really, but it had to do. “Sorry, pumpkin. I promise I'll make it up to you.”

Instead of saying anything or showing disdain about your situation, you stepped forward and snaked your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest.

“It's perfect, Daddy,” you whispered. “And I'm sure you will...”

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End notes: So Mommy and Daddy have names, how about that. It just fit the story, what can I say. You can still imagine them however you like, though. There will be a few more Mommy/Daddy POV chapters in the future, just to switch things up.

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: After spending the night in the woods, you find that Mommy isn't too happy with Daddy for disrupting her plans with you...

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First Time

Han Jisung x fem!reader

18+ MDNI!!

Warnings: pet names, virgin!han & virgin!reader, jealousy, oral (f), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it 😤), pull out method, nipple play, let me know if I missed anything <3

Not proofread, if you see a mistake, no you didn’t.

You and Jisung have been friend since birth. Your mothers just so happened to be best friends who got pregnant at the same time, so it was hard to avoid each other. It’s a good thing you got along, if not, it would’ve been very awkward.

Now, you two are in high school and the last year of it in fact. This year was one of the more important ones but you also felt the need to relax a bit this year. This includes finally getting a boyfriend and maybe having sex for the first time? Who knows?

Right now, you are sitting on your bed, wrapped up in your favorite fluffy blanket, which just so happens to be the one Jisung gifted you for your 13th birthday. As you relaxed on your bed, curled up and watching a movie, you hear a soft knock on your window.

With an excited squeal you hop off of your bed and scurry over to the window. You open it up and smile brightly.

“Jisung! Did you bring the snacks!?”

He climbed into your room and sighed, “Am I a personal snack collector to you?” he deadpanned.

“Hmm…. Yes.” You tease before padding back to your comfy bed.

With another sigh he follows you to your bed and sits beside you. “You’re lucky I am such a generous friend.” He said while grabbing a bag of snacks out of his backpack.

“Hey so, you know how losing your virginity is a big thing now?” You ask suddenly, looking at him innocently as his movements come to a halt. “Uh.. Yeah? What at about it?” He responded while looking over at you.

“I was just thinking of trying to lose mine this year. But I don’t know yet.” You dismissed the thought quickly and shifted on the bed. Noticing that Jisung was just sitting on the bed without any blankets, you draped yours over the both of you, scooting over closer to share some warmth.

You didn’t notice the way that he had stiffened when you got closer. In fact you haven’t been noticing those little details recently. You used to be acutely aware of every move anyone made around you. But with Jisung it was different. You didn’t need to be so hyper focused on the little things he did. He’s your best friend after all, he’d never try to hurt you so you don’t have to be careful around him.

-❤︎-

You are currently at a party that Hyunjin was hosting. You and the rest of the boys helped him set up and you wouldn’t help but notice how much Minho was looking at you. But little did you know, you weren’t the only one noticing this.

As the party continued, so did Minhos staring. Eventually he walked over to you and offered you some beer, to which you declined. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders while talking to you. You had to admit, you enjoyed him hitting on you. No one had really seemed to show an interest in you.

And, oh, how you were wrong about that one.

Sitting on the couch was a fuming Jisung. He was watching the whole time, seeing Minho basically eye fuck you from across the room, watching as he fucking dared to put his hands on you. He gripped the cup of soda so tight it almost snapped and spilled all over him. After noticing how angry he probably looks, he let out a soft sigh.

For the first time that night he let his attention gravitate towards something, anything else. And what a bad idea that was. He looked back at you two to see that he was leading you to a separate room. “Fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He knew what was going to happen, you were going to let him fuck you. And Jisung wasn’t going to let that happen. There’s no way in hell that Minho will be your first time. There’s absolutely no way that will be happening. And with his hyung being more experienced in that field, he was sure that he wouldn’t get a chance if you guys did do the deed.

Everything was a blur to you, from getting pulls into the room with Minho, to Jisung barging in and yelling to “not do anything you’ll regret”.

You stared at Jisung as he glared at Minho in anger and slight.. betrayal? “What are you fucking doing, Minho?” He growled at his hyung, while you stood there confused. “Hmm? What do you mean?” Minho asked, feigning innocence.

“You know exactly what I fucking mean,” you could see the pure anger in Jisung’s eyes when he said that. “Get out of here, I need to talk to Y/N,” Jisung spat to the older male. With a scoff Minho left the room.

Jisung watched as Minho left the room, his anger mixing with hurt when he look over at you. “What were you going to do with him, Y/N?” he asked softly.

“Well I wasn’t totally sure, but I was hoping to lose my virginity tonight. But that’s not happening, thanks to you,” you retorted. Who did he think he was to barge into the room like that?

“Oh, it’s gonna happen, thanks to me,” you didn’t have much time to register his words before he was inches away from you and his lips were pressed against yours in a firm yet gentle kiss. You could feel how much he’s wanted to do this, not from the suddenness of the kiss, but from the tenderness, and way it had so much emotion in it.

When he pulled away to look at you, he seemed as if he was about to cry. “You don’t understand how much I love you, Y/N. Please, be my girl, my love, mine. I’m so immensely in love with you it hurts my heart to not be with you,” he said gently while cupping your cheeks.

“Ji, I never thought you would feel the same way I do… I want to be yours too, baby. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine… I was just to dead set that you wouldn’t want me in that way I was willing to settle for less,” your voice broke as you spoke to him. You dreamed of this moment hundreds of times but never did you imagine to turn out like this.

“Y/N, will you let me be your first time?” Jisung asked softly, still cupping your cheeks. You nodded, and that’s all it took to him to press his lips against yours once more. This time the kiss was more urgent, more intense, compared to the first. The first kiss was him testing the waters, this one was a full on dive.

Not even a second later his tongue was delving inside your mouth, tilting his head to the side, to gain more access. The kiss got sloppier this way, the wet sounds coming from your mouths reverberating around the room. As it continued you felt the heat between your legs grow, not only that but you could feel his arousal pressed against your thigh.

You break away to catch your breath and he immediately attaches his mouth to the skin of your neck. His hands reach up to cup your breasts as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses on you the soft skin of your neck, kneading at the skin of your breasts through your shirt and bra. You gasp at his boldness but you’re not at all opposed to it. How could you be when he’s making you feel something you’ve never felt before.

In a blink of an eye he had your shirt on the floor and your bra pulled down so your tits fell out of it, for his viewing pleasure. You were about to open your mouth to speak but all that came out was a moan as he attached his lips to your sensitive nipple.

“Ji-“ you moan out at his tongue that starts to circle around the bud as his hand came up to play with the neglected one. For someone who’s never had sex before he sure seemed experienced. His thumb flicked and played with your nipple as he sucked on the opposite one. Soon he switched and started to suck on the one he had been playing with.

When he finally pulls away he looks you straight in the eyes before lifting you up and throwing you down onto the bed inside of the room. Hyunjin and set this room up just in case anyone wanted to have fun, and you must say; it came in handy.

“God you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he practically growled while slipping off your skirt to reveal your pretty white lace panties with a little pink bow on the top. He traced your slit through your panties, a huge wet spot already on the material. “So wet for me, baby,” he said before slipping off the panties and leaning in to lick a stripe up your slit. He moaned against your heat and began to eat you out, his hands coming up to hold the soft plush of your thighs.

You moan out and grip his hair, threading your fingers through the soft strands. “So good at that,” you whimper out as you feel an unfamiliar sensation build up in your lower abdomen. Soon enough you were both moaning out, him because of how fucking delicious you were, and you because of your first orgasm.

He pulled away and sat up straight, his eyes full of lust as he looked down at you, fully naked. Suddenly you felt hyper aware of every inch of your body but he was quick to make those thoughts go away. You watch as he leans into kiss you again, his tongue dancing with your own.

“Ji,” you say after pulling away, “Can I take your clothes off?” He nods and sits up straight and watches as you follow suit, your hands finding their place on the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his torso. You could come again just looking at his toned muscles.

After getting him fully naked your jaw dropped at the sight of him. Holy fuck was he just as hot as you’ve imagined. Your eyes fall down to his cock that looks painfully hard, precum beading at the tip of it. “Oh my fucking god,” you say before lying back down on the bed.

“You’re one hundred percent sure about this, baby?” he asks softly, his body leaning over yours and his tip already aligned with your sopping entrance. “Yes, I’m sure Sungie,” you plead and nod desperately. And with that he slips his cock in you. He moans at your gummy walls sucking him in along with you moaning at the foreign feeling.

He waits for you to adjust before rolling his hips back and forth. On instinct, your arms wrap around his neck, tears pricking at your eyes from the, once painful and now overwhelming pleasureful, stretch.

Once you both got used to the slow path he had set, he picked it up. His hips started to slam into yours at an ungodly rate, the wet noises and downright pornographic moans coming from the two of you were enough to trick someone into thinking it was a porn set.

Not very long after you felt that knot form in your lower abdomen again. “Sungie, I’m gonna come,” you moan out him. “Mhm, me too, babygirl,” he says breathlessly. Once he had said that you let go and came around his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and coming on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as she flopped down next to you, his arms pulling you close. “I hope you know that this means we’re dating now,” he whispers tiredly into your ear. “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way, my sweet boy,” you reply before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and laying your head on his chest, falling asleep due to the very eventful night.

Tagged: @jeonginsleftcheek

[jules-writes-stories]

I had a couple of asks about WIP Wednesday (including a playlist!) so wanted to post a blurb for Chapter 6. I threw a playlist together really quick. They're songs I listened to while outlining/ made me think of the story, setting, and characters. All vibes. No order or hidden message. This is not my strength, lol. 🖤

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC | Ch 1-5 on AO3

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 6 (Excerpt)

Tribeca, NYC

“Lemme guess. Black hoodie?” Akon’s eyes peered back in the rear view mirror. 

Eris saw Azriel’s figure the same time his driver did. Of course he would do something reckless like walk up the island of Manhattan in the early hours of the morning. The pretty man clearly enjoyed stressing him out. 

Eris took a breath. No good would come of acting distraught.

They followed him down a cobbled street to an overpass that crossed over a highway below. Steam rose over manholes. Squares of light from empty, lit office buildings reflected off rain slicked streets. 

The car slowed to drive alongside Azriel. He wore Airpods and his hands were stuffed in his pockets. Eris rolled down his window.

After several seconds, Az turned to look directly at Eris and his eyes grew wide. Something like embarrassment and rejection passed across the man’s face, before it froze into a cool mask of neutrality. He pulled his dark hood up and picked up his pace. 

His beloved bat was growing fangs… 

Akon’s eyes flicked up to meet Eris’s and laughter shined in those dark pools. He needed no directions as he began to drive alongside the petulant pedestrian. 

“Azriel. Will you at least tell me why you stormed off?” Eris called out of the slowly moving vehicle, his voice laced with humor.

Hazel eyes were brazen as they narrowed at Eris. There was the magnificent creature in his submissive. Jealousy made a beast of Azriel. And Eris had the strange impulse to pet the beast, to soothe it. 

Azriel pulled out his earbuds and faced the car. They were stopped on the overpass now. Traffic flashed below like a river of light through the chain link fence behind him. 

Eris could tell the younger man was struggling, was on a precipice. And he considered… In business, it was customary to offer a concession. Eris would give something, and then, perhaps, Azriel, the silly man, would get in the car. 

“Azriel. I can’t fix it, if I don’t know what’s wrong.” Eris tried to keep his voice reasonable. This was him being reasonable. He was being… Yes, reasonable was the word. 

The beautiful man stalked towards the car. “Why did you even follow me? What do you want?” 

Eris felt that prickle of panic, control slipping once more.

Thesan’s words clanged through him.  Be vulnerable with him, or end it… All or nothing.

And the thought of ending it, of not seeing those hazel eyes or that shy smile, the way Azriel’s dark lashes fluttered against his cheekbones when Eris praised him. No. He did not like that idea at all. And panic grew at the thought. 

In fact, if Eris was being completely honest, he wanted to learn more. Who were his favorite artists? When was his birthday? Why did everyone at the Night Court feel the need to protect him and what happened to his hands?

Be reasonable. The last time Eris fell, it had been for Thesan. And it had cost him a year of his life.

What did he want? Right now? 

“I want you to get in my car. And talk to me.” Eris kept his voice level, even as the authority he was accustomed to using slipped through his timbre. He pushed it aside. This was not the bedroom or the boardroom-- this was a highway overpass, and he wanted this man. 

Azriel stepped closer, backpack slung over a shoulder. “You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you, Eris?”  His tone was icey, but there was something soft and needful in his gaze. 

Eris stepped out of his car and leaned against the door. He crossed his arms over his chest. They stared at each other beneath the fuzzy glow of the street lamps. The hum of traffic rattled the overpass. 

“What if I want you?”

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[jamiewrites-stuff]

GOTCHA! [Prologue]

This is a Genshin Impact x Pokemon crossover. I'll be using an Original character for the main protagonist, instead of the usual X reader or Y/n prompt. But feel free to change her name to yours if you want.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

"I know you don't like it that much, but I promise it'll only take a few minutes"

A woman wearing a lab coat reassured, petting the creature on the head. It only let out a small grunt, not at all looking forward to what was awaiting him later.

"Come on Mudbray, don't give me that look" She chuckled, finding the Pokemon's annoyance amusing.

"We both know that checkups are mandatory, and yes that includes dental"

She reminded, looking at her checklist as she counted all the Pokemon who were due for their Monthly check-ups. She lets a small flock of Pikipek land on her head and shoulders, curious to see what the Trainer was doing.

"I also need to give your homes a good spring cleaning" She said counting all the Pokeballs that were all safely secured together inside a container.

They were placed there temporarily for the night, She already got started cleaning some of their Habitats, so that once she's finished doing everyone's Checkups tomorrow morning they'll be free to go back to their freshly cleaned homes.

"It's only for one night, I'll even start with you and your friends first thing tomorrow. once I'm done you can eat as much mud as you want"

She says putting away the checklist once she realizes that all the Pokemon that she needed were already inside their respective pokeballs.

"Come on bud, please?" She pouted trying her best to give him the puppy dog eyes as she offered his pokeball to him.

Mudbray gave her a look of un-amusement, clearly not looking forward to another Dental check-up tomorrow.It was basically routine around here, they've done this plenty of times for years, but that doesn't mean he'll get used to it anytime soon.

"For me?"

Oh for the love of Arceus.

Mudbray only let out a defeated sigh before he carefully booped his snout against the ball's surface.

Causing the small device to open, surrounding the Pokemon with a familiar light before letting him inside.

The Trainer showed a small smile of gratitude, giving the round device a small kiss, before putting it with the others.

"Alright guys, it's time to go back"

She says turning to the flock of Pikipek, she approaches the door and slides it open, revealing a familiar Pokemon sanctuary on the other side.

She watches them bid her a goodnight before flying out of the building, which she made as her personal Pokemon center.

She double-checked everything to see if they were in order, she gave her checklist one last look before placing it down.

"Guess that's it" She muttered to herself, grabbing the container of Pokeballs she approached the exit only to stop mid-step, she chuckles as she looked over her shoulder.

"Wanna come with?"she asks staring at one of the curtains where a certain Pokemon was hiding.

A Rowlet, a new member of their big family flinches, peeking his head out of the curtains, letting out a sheepish Hoot before flying over to her.

she grinned letting him land on her shoulder before she proceeded to climb up the ladder that leads outside, the woman could be seen exiting out a maroon-colored backpack, leading to one of the cabins she rented out.

"I see that you guys are getting comfortable" She says, seeing her Team making themselves at home inside the room, some were laying on her bed.

some of them greeted her while some were already asleep.

Rowlet made himself known by flying around the room, greeting everyone excitedly, before deciding to settle himself on top of the headboard on the bed.

"Good to see you feeling better Rowlet" She giggles, placing the container of Pokeballs on her bedside table.

Rowlet is a new member of their family, Mavis found him two weeks ago, He got into a fight with a Bellsprout over a Berry and ended up getting poisoned. Mavis took him in and took care of him since then.

"Guess I should get ready for bed too"

She yawned, she stretched her arms, before grabbing her lab coat, wanting to change into her night wear before joining the other on the bed.

but before she could even take it off, she was interrupted by the ground shaking aggressively. She lets out a small shriek, grabbing a hold of a table to keep herself steady.

The rest of her team immediately perked up, sensing Danger as the ground continued to shake.

"What's Happening?!" She yells, glancing out the window to see frequent lights flashing in the distance.

She flinches when she hears an ear-piercing roar, forcing her to cover her ears in an attempt to not let her eardrums pop.

She tried to get a good look outside, but she couldn't focus, whatever was causing the Earthquake was too far away for her to see, she saw a few people running out of their Cabins to check out the commotion.

Mavis struggled to go to the door, wanting to check for herself but before she could grab the doorknob, she felt as if she was slowly sinking down.

She gasped, looking down to see the ground turning into this giant vortex that took up all the space in the room.

She could only watch as it began to suck in everything in the room, including herself and her Pokemon.

"No, no, no, Wait!" She cried out, panicking on what to do as her Team called out for her, only for each of them to get pulled into different directions.

she looks around, her heart dropping at the sight of the Container in the process of getting sucked in as well.

She grunts, using a table to boast herself towards it, she desperately reaches for it as it continued to float away.

She felt a spark of relief when she managed to get a hold of it, but it was immediately interrupted by Rowlet letting out a panicked cry, flying towards his Trainer, Tackling her just in time before the bed could hit her.

but in the process, she accidentally lets go of the Container.

"No!"

She shouted, watching as the container hit the bed's edge, forcing it open, spilling all the Pokeballs in different directions.

Mavis held into Rowlet, feeling herself get sucked into another smaller vortex.

That's the prologue done, it's only an introduction so far but it has important information on it, I'll make the actual chapters longer in the future.

If you are interested in the story, feel free to Follow me! To keep yourself updated on the future chapters.

I hope you'll give this story a chance, I really enjoyed writing it, feel free to comment I want to read your thoughts.

See you in the next chapter!

[imheretoreadandpostart]

Whirl, Swerve, x Weirdcore!Reader Romantic HCs

Reader is portrayed as a gender neutral human.

You have a pet hairless cat.

Tw for swearing and mention of organs such as eyes n stuff

Whirl

Very friggin weirded out by you at first.

"The fuck do they look like that???"

He did like the repeating theme of blood and organs though.

In fact, its what made him talk to you in the first place.

You were chillin at Swerve's with Rewind when he came up to you and was like

"So.... are those real? if so, who did ya kill, and how?"

Was very confused at why you were giggling until you said they were fake and you made them yourself.

".....they look so real- Aight thats it, fleshie. You, me, this evening, my place."

"Wait why-"

"DON'T QUESTION IT!"

Not knowing what else to do, you ask Rung for directions to Whirl's room. You don't know what you were expecting, but you weren't exactly expecting to be snatched up by his giant claw by the back of your shirt and interrogated about your appearance and mannerisms as if you tried to bring a knife on a plane.

You somehow managed to keep calm though.

Over time though, Whirl did warm up to you and one day confessed and boom! Yall a thing now.

Anyways uhh. He also likes the overall unsettling/calming vibes it can give off.

The liminal spaces kinda work on him? Like yes the place does seem a bit familiar to him, but he doesn't feel the strong sense of deja vu like he's been there before.

Likes your hairless cat.... but also doesn't.

"Yeah, its cute and all, very friendly, nice little fleshy.... but why the fuck does it look like that."

Loves any weird accessories you wear, just these teeny random creatures, items, and organs dangling off you.

Stole a necklace of (fake) teeth from you and he has it hanging off his weird antenna thing on his head unless he's off killing cons or whateva.

Kinda likes the the music you listen to??? Hes weirded out by it definitely, but he does like the melodies.

Not one for physical touch but isn't opposed to it.

He usually pats you on the head with a claw, or has one around your torso (gently).

KISS HIM.

Pet names include: Babe, Squish-ball, Teeny, Creepy Crawly, Critter, Weirdo, Fucker

Will attempt to murder anyone who dares hurt you or the cat, mentally or physically. Unless you stop him of course.

He loves you a lot despite your overall strangeness.

Swerve

He loves your style so much, like i'm not kidding.

I mean how can he not? He's discovering a new human thing, that's right up his alley!

Doesn't like the bugs though. Only mildly unsettled by the organs.

And he loves your cat too, absolutely died of cuteness the first time he met them.

"OH MY GOD ROTISSERIE KITTYYYYY!!!"

They get along p well :)

Big fan of your outfits, they're unique, cute, and fun!

Carries the two of you around almost anywhere he goes.

Yall met when you were wandering the ship with your backpack of art stuff and listening to your tunes. You went down a hall you haven't been to yet and stumbled across his bar.

You walk in, staying close to the wall so you don't get stepped on or something. you make it near the main bar when he spotted you.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod they're real-"

He excitedly ran out from behind the bar toward you. He did that thing where you jump, land, and slide on your knees in a sitting position. What a dork XD

He landed next to you and started rambling, You couldn't help but let out a small laugh and smile as he went on.

"Oh wait sorry i forgot to say- My name is Swerve, its so nice to finally meet you!! You look so cool, like weird but very cool. It reminds me of something but i can't remember what- oh wait whats your name?"

He put you on the bar counter as he continued his work all the while continuously chatting with you.

Months later yall got together.

Very affectionate. Like i'm not kidding. Prepare to be held gently.

Liminal spaces work on him. Experiencing the Deja Vu and feelings of unsettlement fr.

Pet names are: Sweet-spark, Sugar, Kiwi, Love-bug

Loves weirdcore music. Specifically songs by Jack Stauber.

Swerve set up a lil place for you on the bar, mostly blankets and pillows with weird patterns, along with some plushies. Like a four eyed cow, a two headed dog, and a clay-face plushie of a duck.

Has lots of lil snacks for ya too.

Won't stop rambling about how much he loves you.

[wisedawn13]

#xiantober Day 1: Dadxian

"Baba! Baba!"

Wei Ying smiles as he watches his son run toward him, tiny backpack swinging wildly as he goes. "Hey, little radish! How was your da—oof!"

The rest of his words (and a little bit of his breath) are knocked out of him as A-Yuan jumps.

Thankfully, used to A-Yuan's tendency to launch himself, Wei Ying catches him easily and brings him up to rest on his hip.

"Baba! Can we get a rabbit?"

Wei Ying blinks. "What?"

A-Yuan squirms in his arms. "We should get a rabbit! We learned about them today!"

"I see," Wei Ying says, nodding his head. "I can't agree to that right now, bud. We will need to do research before we can decide on that."

A-Yuan's eyes widen as he pouts at him. "Pleeeaaaaseeee?"

Wei Ying laughs and pokes A-Yuan's cheek. "We can't get one yet."

"But, if you eat all your dinner tonight, including your veggies, I will look into us taking a trip to a place that sells rabbits this weekend. Only to look and learn! No buying yet. Deal?"

A-Yuan nods his head vigorously. "Yes! Yes! I'll be good, let's go!"

~

Turns out, there's a specialty rabbit shop not too far from their apartment. So, A-Yuan having upheld his end of the deal, the pair find themselves outside the shop on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

"Baba! Let's gooooo!" A-Yuan whines, pulling Wei Ying's arm.

"Ah, ah. Hold up a second there, little radish. What are we here for?"

A-Yuan stops pulling and looks at him with a serious face. "Looking and learning."

"Good. And what aren't we here for?"

With a forlorn sigh, A-Yuan replies, "Buying."

Wei Ying chuckles. "Good. Let's go."

They enter the shop and find a quiet, cozy interior with all sorts of rabbit-related items. It's quite cute. A-Yuan wanders off to look at toys while Wei Ying looks over various hutches.

"Good afternoon," a deep, smooth voice says. "May I help you?"

"Yeah, I—oh," Wei Ying falters as his breath is stolen from him by the sight of the most beautiful man he's ever had the pleasure of seeing. He realizes after a moment that he is staring quite dumbly and rudely. "Um, ah sorry. Yes, my son is interested in getting a rabbit."

Wei Ying gestures to where A-Yuan appears to be weighing two different rabbit toys in his tiny hands. The man looks over and hums in acknowledgement before returning to meet Wei Ying's gaze. "We're here today to learn and look before we decide on getting a rabbit."

The man nods. "That is very wise. I can answer any questions you have, plus we have a brochure that contains links to helpful websites."

"Ahh, that'd be great! Thanks. I'm Wei Ying, by the way. And you are?"

"Lan Zhan," he replies, pointing to the name tag on his shirt.

Ah...

Well! Can't blame Wei Ying for not noticing that when he has a face like that. With a slightly awkward laugh Wei Ying nods. "Right. Well, thanks Lan Zhan. I'm a complete rabbit virgin so I'm trusting you to take good care of me." He smiles wide to cover the internal cringe.

Why did he say it like that? Sure, the man is beautiful and stunning, and sure, he wouldn't say no if he was asked out on a date, but the man is working! Being flirted with at work is the worst, Wei Ying knows firsthand from his years bartending just how sucky that is.

He's just about to apologize when he sees Lan Zhan's mouth tick up in the corners ever so slightly. "I promise to take good care of you," he says in a low voice. Then, almost as an afterthought, "Wei Ying."

Wei Ying feels his face warm with blush. "G-good."

"Would you and your son like to see the rabbits?"

Before Wei Ying can respond, the son in question all but screams "YES!" before rushing over to Wei Ying's side. "Yes, please! Rabbits, please!"

Wei Ying laughs brightly. "I think that's a yes."

"Mn," Lan Zhan replies warmly.

They follow Lan Zhan through the shop into a room at the back where there are a number of pens and hutches set up with rabbits. Beside him, A-Yuan gasps and grips his hand tightly."

"Baba," he whispers in awe. "Rabbits!"

Wei Ying chuckles softly, petting his head.

"You may look closer if you wish."

A-Yuan looks up at Wei Ying with wide eyes.

"Go ahead."

Slowly, A-Yuan lets go of Wei Ying's hand and waddles over to the closest pen and stares at the rabbits within with wide-eyed wonder.

"I love them," A-Yuan breathes.

Wei Ying shares a look with Lan Zhan before walking over and crouching down next to A-Yuan. "They're definitely cute, that's for sure."

"Would you like to hold one?" Lan Zhan asks.

A-Yuan whips around so fast that Wei Ying gets whacked in the face with his hair. "I'm allowed!?"

Lan Zhan nods.

A-Yuan, much to Lan Zhan's surprise as well as Wei Ying's, runs up and launches at Lan Zhan to hug him. Surprisingly, Lan Zhan reacts quickly and catches A-Yuan. Wei Ying's shocked expression meets Lan Zhan's and something soft passes between them.

"A-Yuan, you shouldn't launch yourself at just anyone!"

Sheepishly, A-Yuan pulls back. "Sorry, bunny gege."

Lan Zhan shifts to tell A-Yuan something but Wei Ying gets distracted by the sight of Lan Zhan's ears, dusted with a rosy blush. Cute.

He realizes Lan Zhan is looking at him again. "Oh, is A-Yuan going to hold a rabbit?"

"Mn. Would you like to as well?"

Wei Ying smiles. "Sure! Just teach me how."

Lan Zhan nods. "You are in good hands, as I said."

Wei Ying notices his ears are a darker shade now.

Lan Zhan directs them to sit before going off to grab two rabbits. He comes back with them held in his arms, against his chest. Carefully, he deposits one on Wei Ying's lap and the other on A-Yuan's as he instructs them on what to do.

Then, they are holding rabbits.

It's so much nicer than Wei Ying expected it would be. They are quiet and soft and warm. The rabbit just melted right into him. Gently, he runs a hand over its fur to pet as Lan Zhan showed.

"Baba," A-Yuan says. "Baba, I'm holding a rabbit!"

Wei Ying looks at his son.

"Sure are, radish. You're doing great!"

A-Yuan beams at him, tiny hand petting the rabbit in his lap.

"Rabbits can be given radishes as treats sometimes," Lan Zhan states.

Wei Ying looks at him and laughs. "Hear that, radish? What if a rabbit tries to gobble you up?"

"Nooooo!" A-Yuan whines, giggling. "I'm not a real radish! I'm a boy!"

"No? Huh. I could have sworn you were," Wei Ying teases.

Lan Zhan huffs a quiet laugh at that and Wei Ying feels like his world tilted 5 degrees suddenly.

All too soon, the rabbits are placed back and the three of them walk back into the store proper. Lan Zhan hands Wei Ying a brochure and walks them to the exit.

"Thank you for this," Wei Ying says.

"Yes! Thank you bunny gege!"

"It was my pleasure," Lan Zhan replies softly.

They say their farewells with the promise of coming back to the store soon enough.

A-Yuan is practically vibrating with excitement the whole way home.

It's when A-Yuan is down for his name that Wei Ying takes a look at the brochure Lan Zhan handed him and smiles.

On the inside, there's a handwritten number.

It seems like more than just rabbits will be coming into Wei Ying's life soon.

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[y0itsbri]

tagged by @heymacy my star <3

name: bri

age: twenty four in like a month

location: gatorland

top sheet, yes or no? yes! the jersey material is my favvv

how many stuffed animals do you own? ummmm. hundreds. several hundreds. i'm normal and cool i promiseeeeee (lies)

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): my cat's name was assigned at the shelter but it fits her sweet personality. and my hermit crab is named after the nickname of an early 00s top 10 american idol singer

favorite color: lately green, pink, purple, orange

any tattoos? nope:( i'm scaredy cat

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): free work backpack for work paraphernalia, a cat crossbody if i'm feeling fancy, a baggu tote with stars and rainbow fish for crafts and groceries

the last movie you watched: poor things!

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? like 15 minutes after i finally make it out of bed

favorite weather: been loving the thunderstorms lately

relationship status: it's me, my bestie, and my cat against the world

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip (same macy!)

first fandom: twilight (also same macy! hehe)

how many books have you read this year? oh god i wanna say like 2. and i've probably bought 3x that amount

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: [redacted] 

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? i would simply deactivate. jk but it would include my name somehow! interests come and go but i am stuck w me unfortunately/fortunately

tagging @heymrspatel @lee-ow @svltburn @kiinard @7x10mickey

@gallawitchxx @vintagelacerosette @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @arrowflier

tag you're it!

[fuutakaijyama]

INJURED KITTY

Amane Momose x Reader (STRICTLY PLATONIC)

description l There's a girl in your neighborhood who you met purely by chance, now you bond over a cat.

includes : Platonic relationship, sibling dynamics, fluff, chance meet, animal care, rainy days, sick/comfort.

There was a kitty you would often find between a pile of old thrown out furniture, you placed him on the chair amongst the rubble, bringing him food and water when you could, moving around the rubbish to keep him protected from the heavy rain that often fell.

Today was no different, at the very least it wasn't supposed to be, there was a younger girl crouched in front of the chair, a large handkerchief in her hand as she wrapped it around the cat. You slowly approached the chair, crouching next to her as you opened the small can of cat food you had brought. The grueling December rain and cold was always harsh, especially for animals.

“He’s a sweet little fella huh?” You said as you brought the can of cat food towards the small creature, watching him slowly eat out of the tin. The girl was silent for a second as she finished tying the handkerchief around its leg, “Daddy doesn't like him, but I think he's okay..” She smiled softly, happy that the cat was receiving some kind of affection and help, you hummed watching her stroke the cat's head carefully.

You looked at the small girl's uniform, the clear umbrella she held onto with her life, the small hat she wore. And the large hardcase backpack you would lug around in your elementary school years.

“So I take it you're in elementary school?”

You smiled, watching her pet the cat, she stopped looking back at you, opening her mouth to say something, her mouth agape before she sneezed. You took your handkerchief to her face carefully wiping the snot from her upper lip as you ruffled her bangs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She nodded, grabbing onto her umbrella tighter as she looked up at you, “Are you a high schooler..?” She tilted her head slightly as she questioned you “Yep! I go to the highschool down the street, I’ve seen you around there too, do you go to their elementary school?” She nodded intently, getting up off of her knees as she dusted off her leg warmers. She looked back up at you, a glint of happiness in her eyes, “Do you take care of him often?”

She asked as she began to talk towards the house complex down the street, you followed suit right next to her as she slowly waddled down the street with you. “Yeah, I do my best to take care of him. I'm glad you help too, it's really sweet of you to help him.” She raised a brow, looking at you with a puzzled expression. “Him..? I thought it was a girl..?” She asked looking up at you, she didn't exactly seem stunned but she seemed surprised. “Yeah, it's a boy, I wish it was a girl though~”

You chirped, throwing your umbrella back and forth in your hand as the rain flew everywhere. Amane took notice of your behavior, being careful not to get splashed as you continued making your way down the street, soon enough you stopped in front of a small apartment. You took note of the apartment number, 403.

“By the way, what's your name?” She asked as she began rummaging through the large hard cases backpack, and the umbrella leaned against the brick wall. “It’s [Name], what's yours?”

She responded without looking up from the backpack, her arm almost shoulders deep into it, “Amane, Momose Amane, it's nice to meet you [Name].” She said as she pulled out the silver key from her bag as she smiled, unlocking the door and grabbing the umbrella. “I’ll see you later.”

She waved you off as she closed the door behind her. You smiled, waving back at her with a smile on your face. “Bye-bye Amane!~”

[ardent-fox]

✨️ Tag Game Tuesday Thursday ✨️

Thank you to my darling @celestialmickey, @deedala and @juliakayyy for tagging me, hugs to all 🫂🥰

Name: Lyds 🌷

Age: Mid 30s.

Favorite season: A tie between spring and fall 🍂

Movies or tv shows?  I get more invested in TV shows the older I get, though I do love both.

Do you carry a bag/purse? what kind? I usually stuff everything into my husband's backpack, as he never leaves the house without it. When I do, it's either a small backpack when I want my hands free, or a retro handbag if I'm wearing something fancier 👗

What color is your water bottle? Clear with a steel cap, boring and simple.

What color is your phone case? I don't actually have one, the back of my phone is a pretty shade of lavender though 💜

Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music? Complete silence and darkness like the vampire I am. My neighbors like to scream at each other all night, so earplugs are a must. I do love listening to ASMR videos to relax right before I start to drift off, and rain + fire crackling is the perfect background noise while writing for me.

Top sheets: yes or no? Absolutely not 🚫

You’re in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? A Kitkat Chunky Peanut Butter bar – fun fact: I saved a receipt for this once because it was listed as ''Chunky Butt'' when I bought it and I thought that was hilarious. Yes, I'm 12.

Preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc?): I honestly don't care, as long as I get to feel the excitement of going far away from home. I've never been on a modern train before and would love to experience that.

What’s your phone background right now? A photo of my husband and I on the day we got married, lock screen is Jasper the bun as always 🐇

Are you more of a minimalist or a maximalist? Maximalist, being surrounded with things I love makes me feel happy and safe 🥰

It’s time to paint your bedroom! what color are you choosing? What I got now, a calming shade of gray and a subdued shade of teal behind my bed.

And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: Getting out of my comfort zone and interacting with people more, here included. Summer thunderstorms. Seeing pets treated with kindness and respect that they deserve. Hanging out with people I love. The promise of autumn arriving soon and the new opportunities the season holds. Creating a work-out area in my home. Giving and receiving positive affirmation in this little corner of the internet. So, so many things 💙

Tagging @gallawitchxx, @look-i-love-u, @vintagelacerosette, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @metalheadmickey, @heymrspatel, @softmick, @tanktopgallavich, @ian-galagher, @suzy-queued, @deathclassic, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @francesrose3, @sam-loves-seb, @lupeloto and whoever sees this and would like to play! ✨️

[sam-loves-seb]

☼ weekly tag wednesday ☼

tagged by: @heymacy @deedala @mybrainismelted @roryonic @suzy-queued @transmurderbug @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel

*****

name: sam(antha)

age: six and twenty

location: where the mlb all star game mvp usually plays

top sheet, yes or no? an absolute must.

how many stuffed animals do you own? 1. he is a three headed dog squishmallow-esque thing and he guards my bed.

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): i've never had a pet before (i know) (it baffles me too)

favourite color: goes back and forth between blue and pink. my room is blue, my backpack is pink, my water bottle is blue, my favorite pair of vans are pink, etc. etc. i can't decide.

any tattoos? yes, one

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): a backpack for work, other than that i usually just bring my phone (it has one of those wallet cases so my cards and cash are always with it) and either hold it or slip it in a pocket if i have one

the last movie you watched: teen beach movie (add me on letterboxd, dm for username)

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? an hour? that includes a considerable about of time to just sit and slowly eat breakfast and read twitter like it's my morning newspaper. if i was solely just getting ready as fast as i can, probably 15-20 minutes.

favourite weather: sunny and 75 baby

relationship status: single

ice cream flavor of choice: vanilla, with chocolate at a close second

first fandom: marvel? ouat? one of those i think, this was like 2013 so i don't totally remember what started it specifically

how many books have you read this year? 31 (add me on goodreads, dm for username)

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: foster parents gallavich outline 🤫🤫😏

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? at this point i'm never changing my url but if i had to it would probably be like iansmckey (a username i've used elsewhere) or some gallavich variation like that

*****

tagging: anyone who hasn't done this yet because it's almost not wenesday anymore

[ccaptain]

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

kisses ur typing hands for sending me one ♥ -- @resolutepath

I will take a little pebble out of my shoe and admit that being put on the backburner, under very specific circumstances, really puts me in the mood to simply wanting to put my muse(s) in a little backpack and move on.

This usually happens when we get hyper comfortable and there's no longer the need to instantly reply to what I sent, or sending me unprompted ask to develope two or more muses. It's heaven! It's a very good point we can reach. The relationship between two muses, be it romantical or platonic, is developed, so we can take it slower and chill out while we do our own things and they just run in the background like a Windows program.

While I'm sure that it's due to the comfortableness and people being comfortable with me makes me happy and just as comfortable with them, I have my little pet peeves about this state of things:

- We go from 100% to barely 5% in regards to talking about our muses. If the level fluctuates and it still happens sometimes, that's great! I appreciate the effort! I should disclose that changes, expecially if employed abruptly like this, put me in a very tense state of mind. It's something that I'm constantly working on, but that I would prefer a warning instead of a day/night change. - A complete lack of engagement with the things that I'm posting about my muse. No more likes, or even a single aknowledgement to anything, which includes: OOC posts (understandable), headcanons (which contain useful informations, expecially for my muses partner(s)/familiar relationships, developing or not, so they're... kind of a big deal?), no longer sending any sort of memes, or very rarely doing so. I... really can't call this behavior anything other than a loss of interest, I'm sorry. Perhaps there's another kind of explanation for that, but until I'm explained why this happens and what else to call it, I will have to call it with a term that I know about. - If, while this is happening, the same problem that is happening towards me and my muse(s) doesn't seem to extend to ANY of your other roleplay partners with close situationships, aka you're sending asks, even umprompted without any memes, and paying close attention to their stuff... well, it's not a very good feeling.

While I don't mind if it happens much, because attention spans shift and I'm understanding as I can be about that, if this happens a bit too much I would appreciate some reassurance, every once in a while, that the relatonship/friendship/familyship between our muse hasn't dwindled down to almost nothing- or to be straight up told that yes, the vibe is gone and it's better if our muses part ways.

If you ever catch yourself doing this, I strongly encourage you to go and have a chat with the person, and see how they're feeling about it and if it's somehow hurting them or if they understand what's happening and they're alright with it. If they're not, work around a solution that puts them back at ease, and be honest if it's not possible for you to compromise at the moment.

All of these are big changes in how a person interacts with you. You're allowed to be bummed about it, be it intentional or not.

[tough-n-dumb]

15 Questions

thank you @friendsofabracadaver for tagging me!

Were you named after anyone?

yep, both my first and middle name. my middle name, which i use here, was my great-grandmother's name

When was the last time you cried?

last friday

Do you have kids?

nope, just a little crazy cat. i don't think i'll ever have kids, but i love hanging out with my friends' kids

Do you use sarcasm?

somewhat frequently, almost always in a joking way. it does come out sometimes when i'm angry though with quite a bit more venom in it. but not often

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

being in a public-facing job, i have had to force myself to start making eye contact when greeting and talking to visitors (i have difficulties with eye contact) so i'm getting better at having someone's face be the first thing i process and register. but even still, i tend to notice details more than being able to take in an entire face

What’s your eye color?

brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

both have their place and i will not choose!

Any special talents?

don't know if this is a talent lol but i can crack 12 different parts of my body (including my nose that i broke and it never set correctly). and i'm very adept at making poor decisions

Where were you born?

washington state

What are your hobbies?

i've been reading again so i can finally say reading and mean it lol i also like to write, crochet, hike/backpack, and just be outside in general

Have any pets?

yes, the aforementioned crazy little cat. like truly insane. i have child locks on all my cabinets

What sports do/have you played?

i was a competitive gymnast for about 12 years, then i did cross country for a few years

How tall are you?

5 foot nothin

Favorite subject at school?

in high school, english, and in college, biology/ecology and spanish

Dream Job?

idek... i have been getting really into making espresso and think being a barista in a little tiny coffee shop somewhere in the mountains with like 10 cats would be ideal

tagging: @undisclosed-serendipity @sagiow @luarenah @combat-librarian @divinecomedienne