#also HELP sunday looks like he's side-eyeing himself 😭

[osachiyo]

your writing is lovely pwease don't pay attention to these sillies 💓

thank you so much 🥹 i really didn't take that anon to heart because i am happy with the way i write y/n :3 so glad you guys like it too <3

[baby-yongbok]

Don't Go Insane

Neighbor!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✧Genre - Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll) ✧ Masterlist ✧

A/N: I have never ever written a fic in this format but it was the only was for my brain to process the idea😭This is a product of those fucking SINFUL photos that Chan took for Nylon Japan. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to get back into writing again so I might suck for a bit, sorry! Hope you enjoy! (not proofread)

You weren't expecting to actually like your new neighbor since your previous one was such a dick but when you meet Chan he's more than kind to you. 

He always greets you in the hallway, helping you bring your bags up to your place when you get home from shopping and checks in on you when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days

You find yourself going out around the same time that he would usually get home from his morning workout just so you can talk to him. He's so sweet and charming and hot. Oh so hot. 

He brings you food when he's made too much dinner to fit in his fridge which is code for he wanted an excuse to talk to you and gave you 50% of his meal just to see your face. 

You invite him in to eat the first time that he brings you food and it quickly turns into spending Sunday nights eating together and laughing at his stories. It's your favorite day of the week now. 

You drop by his place to ask if he needs anything from the store every time that you go now. He's memorized the pattern of your knock and jumps to his feet every time he hears it. 

You're in line at the store one day when a magazine catches your eye. Is that…Chan!? You grab it, looking through with wide eyes before buying it and nearly forgetting about the rest of your items. 

You don't tell him that you saw it. He never said what he did for work and yeah he's hot - Oh so hot - but you never thought that this would be his occupation and you defiantly didn't think that this is how you'd find out.

You flip through the magazine all night. Staring at his beautiful chocolate gaze and his perfectly blushed lips. How is he even real?

You may have also stared at his shirtless pics for an hour too long. No one has to know that though.

He brings over a new recipe that he tried this Sunday. Setting up your usual spot on the living room floor when his eyes land on a familiar photo on your side table. It's him. You bought his magazine? He tries to act normal about it but his red ears and blushed cheeks give him away. 

You catch on when he glances at it for a second time and you internally body slam yourself for forgetting to put it away. You both eat quietly, blushing and trying to find the right thing to say next. 

“I'm sorry about that.” You speak first and he glances up quickly, straightening himself up with a shy smile. “It's fine, I'm just embarrassed I guess.” He's shy about being hot?? Why does that make him hotter?

“Are you always the shy type?” Your question was genuine but your tone was suggestive, almost teasing. It creates a shift in his demeanor that makes you shiver. “Not always, no.”

You don't know how it happened. It's all a blur. One second he was talking to you, confident and sweet. He was telling you about the shoot for the magazine when he got to the topic of the shirtless photos. The air around you thickened and the words that started it all slid off your tongue.

“You look so good it could drive me insane.” You chuckled but his eyes darkened in response. 

“Do you want me to?” His eyes are on yours, his gaze is heavy and intense. “What?” You drop your fork, swallowing hard. “Make you go insane?”

That's how you ended up with his lips on yours. He swallowed each and every strangled moan and replaced it with one of his own. His hands explored your body, fast yet cautious. A gentleman.

He pulls you into his lap, one of his large palms gripping your ass over your leggings and the other cupping your cheek to keep you still for him. He pulls you close, chest to chest. He's been waiting to feel you since the moment he first saw you. He feels like he's dreaming and he prays that he never wakes up. 

His breathing picks up when you plant sloppy kisses along his jawline. Mind numbing groans and hisses falling from his lips. “You're gonna make me go insane, fuck.”

His lips feel like heaven against your skin. Soft and all-consuming. He leaves marks along your collar bones, sucking and flicking his tongue over the delicate skin. Your head is spinning as you take him in. This beautiful man that you've been dreaming of for months finally has his hands on you. 

You grind against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses up into you. The way that he looks up at you with his lip caught between his teeth is intoxicating. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He smiles at your compliment, blinking a blush away and trying to keep his composure. “Took the words right outta my mouth.”

You pull back, sitting on the shaggy rug and frantically undressing. You're desperate, antsy, absolutely insatiable and Chan isn't too far behind but you could never tell by how composed he looks. How does he have that much self control?

He moves to sit on the couch and watches you as you strip. Taking in every beautiful inch of your body while he makes himself comfortable. You look up at him as he sits, man spreading at the edge of your couch and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock straining against his jeans. 

Fucking sinful

"Crawl to me, baby. Come here." He beckons you with two fingers that you're dying to be acquainted with. The smile on his face while you follow his order is enough to make you explode already.

He leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you with such soft hunger. So much passion and desire. A promise, like his kiss is asking you to be his. You palm him softly over his jeans earning a soft moan from him. "You want it?” He leans back, resting against the back of your sofa, giving you full access to his zipper and button. “Go ahead, take it, princess."

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you free his cock and his eyes roll back when you fist it confidently. Pumping him at a deliciously slow place. You want to drag this out. You don't ever want this to end. 

He puts his hand over yours once he gets fed up with your teasing. He loves how your hand feels around him but he needs more of you. He taps his leaking cock against your lips and you allow your spit to dribble down his shaft. "Stick that tongue out. There we go, baby. That's my girl. Look at that.”

He holds your hair back as you slide his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His fingers massage your scalp softly making you hum around him. He's a gentleman, a filthy one. 

He couldn’t wait to switch places with you, falling to his knees so fluidly that you couldn’t help but to groan at the sight of him. His gaze never left yours. His eyes were constantly asking for permission to continue and you eagerly granted it every time.

He ate your pussy like a fucking starved man. Lick and sucking the expanse of your cunt like he’d never see you again. Your moans encouraged him as he lapped at you, he wanted - no, needed - you to cum on his tongue. It’s all that he’s been dreaming of for the last month. 

He made you cum twice and had to hold back the urge to keep going. He’s definitely found his new favorite thing.

Nevermind, kissing you is his favorite thing. The way that you sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and biting his bottom lip drives him wild. 

You’re seeing stars as soon as he slips into you. His strong arms on either side of your head as he hovers, kissing you softly as you adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re a dream come true, ya know that? I’ve dreamt of this, princess.” You can hardly reply once he fills you to the hilt but you try to anyway, moaning out as your vision blurs. “Wanted you so bad, Channie.”

That was enough to break him. He snapped his hips into you, giving you everything that you ever wanted, ever needed, from him. He fucks you deep, speeding up gradually just to hear you moan his name a little louder. He wants to be gentle with you but with a cunt that feels this amazing he can’t help but want to make you fall apart underneath him.

You always imagined being on top when you finally got to be with Chan but it looks like that’ll have to be another day. The way that his cock is splitting you open makes you feel like you might have to call out of work tomorrow. 

“Look at me, babygirl. You liked seeing my pictures, huh? Did you touch this pretty cunt while looking at them?” You nod your head with such urgency that you’re positive that you look absolutely pathetic but Chan thinks that it’s cute, he’s in love with how fucked out you look drooling under him. “All you had to do was ask for the real thing.” He rolls his hips into you and your eyes roll back right after. 

He holds both of your hands as he slows down a bit, he wants to make love to you. Wants to treat you like the precious gem that he knows that you are but your cunt keeps fucking squeezing around him. He curses under his breath as he tries to compose himself but it’s no use. He watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning when he sees just how perfectly your pussy is taking him. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re too much. Too good.” 

Much to his surprise you cave before he does, chanting his name like a prayer while he rocks into you at the perfect angle. You feel dizzy as you unravel under him, nails digging into his strong arms and your legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel grounded. 

The way that you look cumming on his cock drives him over the edge. He picks up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he’s chasing his. The overstimulation draws out your climax causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you harder than the last. “Yeah yeah yeah, oh fuck such a pretty girl cumming on my cock like that, that's it baby.” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying but he doesn’t care he’s so close so so so close.

You forced your eyes open when he pulled out, you needed to watch him stroke himself over the edge and cover your stomach in his cum. You need to take in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow while he moans for you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”

The giggles that you share after may be Chan’s new favorite part. He cleaned you up and wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your hair as you both talk about what just happened with smiles on your faces 

“This is a bit backwards but uh, can I take you out? Maybe next weekend?” The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blush into his chest, nodding happily and answering with a muffled ‘yes’ that makes Chan chuckle. “Maybe afterward I can fuck the sense back into ya, since I drove you insane tonight.”

[pedroshotwifey]

*slaps more money on the table*

👀 So basically, I can’t seem to finish any WIPs with this man, he is a ball of lust but I can’t write him. 😭😭😭

Javier Peña you and your sexy self frustrate me! But I also want to request a Drabble for my birthday (Sunday 3/31 - which I should have requested this earlier this week. 😖)

Anyway whenever you finish it is fine.

I would like some sweetness and smut from Javi because if there’s a time to be completely self-indulgent, it’s on your birthday. 🥳

Thank you in advance love! ❤️

*Gives money back*

This one's on the house. 😉

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NERDIE!!! 🥳🥳🥳

As requested, here is your birthday sweetness and smut:

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 1.3k

Salty Sweet

*****

“Javi, are you home?” 

You take a step into your dark and too-quiet apartment, looking around for any trace of your boyfriend. You know, despite the fact that you couldn’t get your birthday off, Javi was able to stay home so he’d be here when you got back. But so far, it looks like he might be out. You frown, more curious as to where he might be than upset though. 

You sigh and slip your shoes off, exhausted from the day you had. It seems like you didn’t get a break at all on top of having to stay late. You love your job, but they really don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s your birthday or your last day on earth. If you want to keep up with the competitive pay, you better do what they ask, no matter how many hours of overtime you may be working. 

You’re taking your coat off when you hear a sudden clatter from the kitchen, and then a whispered curse right after. You can’t help the smile that creeps up. This idiot is trying to surprise you. If you had to guess, you’d say he probably just slammed his foot into one of the chairs in the dark.

“Javi?” you try to keep the amusement from breaching your tone. He doesn’t answer, of course, so you make your way to the kitchen. You reach to turn the light on but stop in your tracks at the sight that beholds you.

The entire kitchen is decorated. There are fairy lights hanging on the walls and around the table, ribbons and balloons in your favorite colors spread tastefully throughout the room, lit candles on every surface, and a cute birthday banner hanging on the back wall. And in the middle of it all is Javi, standing next to the table which holds what might be the most beautiful little cake you’ve ever seen. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says through his beaming smile. He knows he did good. 

Your eyes start to get misty as you walk toward him and throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Javi. You didn’t have to do all this.” 

He tuts as he embraces you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Of course I didn’t have to, but you deserve it, hermosa. So much.” 

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, a tear slipping down your cheek as you do so. You hadn’t realized how overwhelmed you’d been all day. Just as you deepen the kiss, Javi groans against your lips and forces himself back. 

“One more thing,” he breathes against your mouth before moving to the fridge. You watch with peaked interest as he swings the door open and pulls out a can of whipped cream. He shuts the door and smiles devilishly as he shakes the can. You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s for at the same time he pats the table. 

“Hop up, cariño.” 

It’s not until you see the mischievous glint in his eye that you understand what he wants. You immediately feel a throb between your legs. The two of you had talked before about doing something like this, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon. Not that you complain as you quickly follow his instructions and clamber onto the table. 

He smirks wildly at you as he pops the top off of the can and rucks your skirt up. You sit up and allow him to bunch it around your waist. A small shriek escapes your lips as Javi brings your panties down as well, leaving you bare for him. 

You can already see the bulge pressing against his pants. When you look at his face, his expression is almost pained as he looks between your thighs. 

“Gonna taste even sweeter now, baby,” he practically moans. His eyes flick up to catch your stare and he flashes you a smile. “Lay back for me,” he instructs. You obey quickly, laying down until the back of your head touches the table. 

The first spurt of the cold cream comes unexpectedly, making you yelp as it lands on your clit and starts to slide down. Javi only laughs. “Always so sensitive,” he teases. 

You whimper in response as you stare at the dimly-lit ceiling. Even though you’re not watching him right now, you know that Javi’s getting on his knees in front of you. He gently parts your folds with his thumbs as the melting whipped cream travels to your hole. Just as you feel it land there, he leans forward and scoops it up with his tongue, so gentle that it makes you shiver. 

Your hips chase his mouth as he pulls away, but his hand comes up to push one of your knees. 

“Javi, p-please,” you beg quietly. You’re almost surprised how quickly this has gotten you pent up. 

He chuckles as you let your eyes drift to his kneeling form. “Patience, baby,” is all he says. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts the can again and squirts some whipped cream into his mouth and then sets it down again. He just winks before leaning forward and putting his mouth on your cunt. 

You moan as he starts to spread it with his lips and tongue, making a complete mess out of you. The sensation of both the heat and cold makes you dizzy, delirious for more. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the cold and softness of it mixed with his strong, warm tongue as it begins to lick up and down and inside of you. 

He holds your thighs open as he swirls your clit with the tip of his tongue before going lower and dipping it into your hole. 

“God, you taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praises through a groan. 

“Feels good,” you moan in reply. 

Suddenly, you feel his tongue push into you again, fucking you with the muscle as he reaches for the can again. He curls within you as he puts another squirt on your clit. When he comes back up to envelop your clit with his plush lips, the cream sloshing between the two of you,  your hands find their way into his hair. You tug on the strands as he sucks harshly, flicking his tongue as he does so. He drinks up the cream and alternates between pressure as he swallows. 

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel your body warming in suspense of an orgasm. Javi continues to tease and suckle your clit, and when he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger inside of you, you know you’re done for. He hooks his finger as he pumps it and you’re immediately clenching around it, moaning as you pull his hair harder. 

He helps you through it, growling and sending vibrations to your twitching clit before removing his finger and licking up the mixture of your release and the whipped cream. He keeps licking and sucking until there’s barely a trace of the sweet dessert left on your cunt. When he’s done, he licks his lips and sits black to look at your face. 

You’re panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and looking utterly gorgeous. He finds himself smiling as you shoot him a grin, already knowing what the next words from your mouth are going to be. 

“Your turn.” 

As much as he would like that, he knows it’ll have to wait a bit. He still has a pile of presents to give you and your favorite dinner to make. Tonight is about you, but he certainly won’t object if you still want to return this favor a little later.

[creedslove]

SPENDING WEEKENDS WHEN YOU ARE MARRIED TO JOEL MILLER 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: Besties, I can't stop myself from creating the Joel Miller wife multiverse 😭

Weekends with Joel start on Friday evening after he arrives home from work. You have usually something in the oven for your husband's dinner and some cold beers in the fridge, so all he gotta do is get home, shower and relax next to you 

Most of the time, he has jobs on Saturdays too, and he always tries to leave bed quietly so he won't wake you up, he usually makes himself a cup of coffee and some eggs and leaves without waking you up. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he also gets home to you 

If Joel is out working, you quickly organize the house and do some dishes, a trip to the grocery store is also done so buy things for the house, and maybe later, you hang out at the mall for a while, to buy yourself some clothes or other things, and you always come back home with presents for your husband Joel and your sweet stepdaughter Sarah, even if she's away in college 

If Joel doesn't have work on Saturday, you two start your day by waking up lazily, Joel usually pulls you closer and his cock already hard, rubbing against your ass. It only takes a couple of neck kisses and clit rubs to make you all wet and ready to take his cock, your hips moved in a sloppy synch and your grunts and moans fill the room 

And then you have breakfast together, which doesn't happen very often, but you really enjoy, because Joel's hair is usually messy and his eyes still tired, and he looks so handsome like that, even if he isn't aware of it 

You made him eggs exactly the way he liked, always with some bacon and following Sarah's request, you insisted on at least a glass of orange juice 

If he stayed home on Saturday, he helped you with the cleaning as well 

Now, it doesn't matter if he works during the day or not, Saturday nights are usually for either going to a bar for a few drinks or staying home and having a barbecue and that often featured Tommy arriving uninvited but helping himself to the food and drinks 

Usually Joel gets a little drunk, and that's exactly the kind of drunk you like: he gets giggly and he likes to make out, and you love that side of him 

Now, Sundays are just for relaxation, you and Joel stay in bed the whole morning, you don't even bother about breakfast or anything other than fucking 

Your clit often got so sensitive because Joel wouldn't leave it alone. He would have his mouth or his fingers all the time on it, round after round, while you milked his cock dry with your pussy and your mouth too 

When you and Joel leave bed, you need to change sheets, and you move your party to the bathroom, where you shower together and maybe have another round if his back is not killing him 

You two eat whatever you can find and then either stay on the couch watching TV or cuddling or doing some other activity

In the evening, Joel takes you out for dinner at a place you like, or you two order food and enjoy each other's company 

When you go to bed on Sunday night, Joel holds you tight against him, burying his face in your neck, loving how good you smell and sighing happily knowing the next morning another week starts and you and him are staying together forever 💞

_____

[lulu-tutu]

Oopsie 💕 Kai (Ninjago)

A/N: first actual post in a while and it’s something I made like,, a year or so ago lol Ninjago has infected my brain again so expect more of these for the next few months, and yes, I’ve seen all the requests in my inbox and I promise you all, I will get to them! It just takes time to get motivated but I swear I’ll get them all out eventually. For now, enjoy this little read (and if you have more Ninjago requests - please send them I beg 🙏)

Desperate need for Ninjago mutuals 😭 Dragons Rising has me hooked all over again.

Pairing(s): Kai x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mild language, fluff overdose, pretty tame and somewhat short and sweet.

Word Count: 868

🔥🔥🔥 🐉🐉🐉🔥🔥🔥🐉🐉🐉

"Are you absolutely sure it's on?"

It was a sunny Sunday, and thankfully the theives in Ninjago City seem to be non-existent, giving the Ninja a day to finally kick back and relax with their loved ones.

A few moments ago, you had your little girl in your arms, swaying her side to side as you tickled her stomach. As her laughter slowed down, she started to gurgle and you were shocked at the fact that she was trying to speak.

Recently she had turned the age of two, which excited both her parents. Soon, she would be saying her first words, which she was close to.

You had the magnificent idea of making your daughters first words her favourite animal, frog. Wanting that moment to be special and remembered, you got your husband, Kai to film the event.

"Yes, (Y/n)! It's rolling! See! The red light is on!" Kai leans away from the camera slightly to point at the glowing red light.

"Okay, good. We don't want to miss a single detail." Biting your lip in excitement, you motioned to the lounge area. "She's playing right now, come on."

As you lead Kai to the lounge, you could finally see your daughter on camera. In one hand was a pink tea cup and in the other was a Kermit toy.

"Amaya, darling." You coo and kneel down in front of the young girl. Amaya glances up from her tea party, her eyes widening now that you were here in front of her.

Amaya was a gorgous girl and Kai always said that she was going to break every guys heart when she grows up. While that was his opinion, he was most likely right, if she was anything like her father. She had her fathers hair, attitude and his freckles from when he was a child. You hoped that the freckles would be permanent, unlike how Kai only had his as a kid.

She also had your eyes, nose and curiosity. She was almost always up to mischief, which sometimes gave you and Kai heart attacks.

"Sweetheart," You start and grab her chubby hands as she reaches out for you, "Mama heard that you could almost talk!"

Amaya lets out a giggle and nods her head, most likely not even knowing exactly what you said.

"Can you try again? How about you try saying 'frog'. Can you say that?" You made sure to say each word slowly, wanting Amaya to understand what you needed her to say.

"F-F..." The small girls fumbles with the first letter, her eyes downcast as she concentrates.

While you stared at your girl in adoration, Kai made sure to zoom in to your loving gaze then over to Amaya, watching as she touched her own lips. He had to choke down a chuckle.

"That's it! F-r-o-g." You tried to help her by saying each letter slowly and a bit slurred. Amaya stared at you for a moment, her eyes trained on your lips as you say each letter.

You watch as she gasps, almost like she had had the greatest idea in the entire world. She bounced on her feet a little, her eyes wide as she opened her mouth, "F-fuck!"

"Maya!" You shriek as a hand comes up to clasp your agape mouth, your face having shock and horror all over it.

While you stared mortified at your daughter, Kai was laughing himself dead on the other side of the camera, a free hand on his stomach as he laughs.

"W-Who taught you that!?" You look down to your daughter who was laughing as well at her father.

While little giggles leave her lips, she points a finger to her father. "Fuck!" She laughs out and ends up falling down on her rear end.

With wide eyes and a scowl, your head turns slowly towards your husband, "Kai Smith! Look at what you did to our daughter! Her first words! This is-"

"Hilarious!" Kai snorts out and with shaky hands, he zooms the camera in to capture the look of horror and pure rage on your face.

"You're so dead!" You yell out before standing up from your crouching posistion and sprinting at the laughing man.

Kai immediately halts his laughing, "Oh crap." He curses before sprinting off and away from the hands of his blood thirsty wife, the camera recording every bit of the situation.

While the two lovebirds fought in the kitchen, Amaya went back to playing with her frog. She picked him up and hugged him close to her chest, "Kermy." She mumbles with a giggle.

[dangerous-disposition]

71. Roger/Charlie

So, Roger and Charlie are OCs and this little fic is set somewhere in the same universe as here i have found some peace of mind. Some of y'all might recognize Charlie a little bit from i could be honest because he was Tig's boyfriend in that!!

Roger belongs to @stobinesque, Charlie belongs to me. Thank you so much Read for letting me play with your OC and also for shipping him so much with Charlie like I doooooooooo 😭

Tagging: @theheadlessphilosopher @scarcrossdlvrs @starryeyedjanai @sentient-trash @patchworkgargoyle @steddieas-shegoes @vecnuthy

Anyway, to the ficlet!!!

It was a slow, almost lazy Sunday morning, the “almost” accounting for the fact that Roger was doing chores. Technically. He was doing laundry, which involved a lot of sitting and waiting to change the loads over, so he didn’t count that in the same realm of chores like mopping or vacuuming.

Over on the couch, Charlie was sitting cross-legged with an acoustic guitar in his lap, plucking out a few chords and frowning as he started from the top again. When he did a little motion with his mouth that made his moustache twitch, Roger couldn’t help the soft snort of laughter that gusted through his nose. When he looked back over at Charlie, the young man was smiling at him questioningly, eyes wide and guileless. Waving him off with another chuckle, Roger went back to folding his laundry.

As the gentle sounds of Charlie’s guitar filled the room again, Roger picked up one of his sleep shirts that was still inside-out. With a grumble, he started to flip it right-side-out when his finger went through a hole, bringing a frown to Roger’s face.

See, none of his loungewear was particularly new, but it was all still in decent condition. Worn, but not worn-out. It was also just a weird spot for a hole to develop; high on the right side of the chest, just in front of the armpit and shoulder. It was also a fairly tiny hole, which meant it likely wasn’t caused by either the washer or the dryer.

Shaking his head, he folded the shirt and picked up the next one just to discover a nearly identical hole; on the right side, high on the chest, just before the armpit and shoulder. His puzzled frown deepening, he started pulling out every one of his t-shirts and discovered the same hole in various sizes.

Lifting his gaze to Charlie, a question about how those holes could’ve been caused poised on the tip of his tongue. He froze, however, as he watched Charlie lift a silicon pendant he wore around his neck to his mouth and started to chew on it thoughtfully, returning to strumming his guitar thoughtfully.

It was one of Charlie’s habits, a self-soothing technique he said he’d had since childhood, one that led to him biting and chewing on most things. The biggest thing for him to suck and chew on was fabric, especially while he slept. For the most part, it was limited to his own shirts and the blankets he had assured Roger, his face lighting up with one of the prettiest blushes he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing for himself.

Charlie was embarrassed of the habit, but Roger found it endearing, especially when he would wake up to find his shirt caught between Charlie’s teeth. It was something he found so adorable, he would pretend to be asleep just a bit longer, so Charlie had enough time to wake up and get himself sorted. Roger knew if he ever commented on it, Charlie would somehow try to stop, and while yes it was a little uncomfortable to wake up with a wet spot on his shirt, the knowledge that Charlie felt safe enough to do that more than made up for any discomfort.

And now there was evidence of it. There was something that was, on the surface, so small and insignificant, and yet it was so big. It was something that Roger only had because Charlie existed. Those little holes in his shirts were there because Charlie existed and loved him, because Charlie felt safe in Roger’s arms as he slept and subconsciously felt accepted enough to self-soothe the way he needed. The love Roger felt for the young man was overwhelming and terrifying most of the time, but in that moment, it felt so right and so perfect, and he desperately needed Charlie to know.

Dropping the shirt back into the basket, Roger rounded the island and stood above Charlie, cupping the younger man’s jaw in both hands to tip his face upward.

Charlie stared up at Roger, dark eyes bright and engaged, his smile gentle and adoring, even as he held the stim toy between his teeth. Reaching up, Charlie sucked the toy discreetly with minimal noise before pulling it out of his mouth to grin up at Roger properly.

“Hey,” he said brightly, letting his eyes flutter closed as he nuzzled a cheek into the palm holding it.

Roger was gone on this man, and for once he wasn’t afraid of that.

“God,” Roger started, his thumbs stroking Charlie’s stubbled cheeks. “I love you.”

Charlie’s eyes widened with a soft gasp, his perfect, pretty mouth falling open with his stunned happiness. This wasn’t the first time Roger said it— he actually said it back almost every time Charlie said those words nowadays, which Roger thought was a huge deal. He went nearly forty years not even feeling this way for another person, let alone saying those words and meaning them like he did. And he knew Charlie was perfectly content, even if Roger never said it first, and he would’ve been happy even if Roger never said it back at all.

But Roger wanted to meet Charlie where he was, even just for this small moment in time together.

“I love you,” Roger repeated, this time bending to kiss Charlie’s parted lips, sweet and chaste. Lowering one hand, he grabbed the neck of the guitar and gently removed it from Charlie’s lap to put it back on its stand nearby.

“I love you, too,” Charlie gasped against Roger’s lips, both hands lifting to rest on his chest. “Love you so much, mi amado.”

[sn4pozu]

how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):

this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram

30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout

doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY

its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants

overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"

sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔

"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)

Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs

tags the location if he could he would

username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭

buys likes and followers to feed his ego

4k followers thats like 85% bots

" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it

WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼‍♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH

would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic

"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates

he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram

imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer

HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho

weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30

look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts

his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover

its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality

theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)

he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....

replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"

most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people

he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame

"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real

would post corny atheist memes & misinformation

induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat

he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services

if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar

weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link

im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....

also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past

on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING

[rreskk]

HELLOOOOO (once again)

i saw your post about the pairing thing w the gta v characters and i was hoping you could do me <3

so first off i’m 5’9, i’m black and i have brown eyes and black hair! I wear basically anything i feel comfortable in (like baggy shirts, gym shorts, you name it) i don’t mind dressing up for certain occasions but i’d rather be comfy asf! People always say i look older than i really am most time, i don’t have clear skin, i have bumps and acne scars on my face and lots of like dry skin :/ Not the skinniest nor the fattest person, but I have thick thighs, a handful of stomach but not too much, and like idk how to explain but my ass is like big but kinda wide at the same time 😭

I love art and i do art a lot! It’s something i’m really passionate about! I’m not really the best with kids i think, and people say i’m a good listener and i’m usually easily trusted with since i’m kinda funny nonchalant person! (⚠️TW: SH) I don’t have thoughts about suicide but i have like homicidal thoughts (i would like plan out a murder and choose the people) and it’s gets outta hand to where i dream about it…key note i have depression, anxiety, and ADHD and it kinda makes it hard for me to control my emotions and things, and once i feel outta balanced one day i feel unbalanced the whole week or so…i’m not really insecure but if someone made a remark on my body, i’d think about it all day long which would bring mood all the fuck down. moving on, music taste: tbh if i like a song, ima add it to my playlist and that’s that! but the ones i like a lot are:

Sticky- Ravyn Lenae

Charlie Feathers- I Cant Hardly Stand It

Moving On- Matt Martians

GIRL- Syd/The Internet

Daze- Steve Lacy

Sweet Transvestive- Rocky Horror Picture Show/Frank Furter

Out The Game- Mart Martians

Uhh- Framed

She- Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean

Cocaine Sunday- Eyedress

On & On- Erykah Badu

I Only Have Eyes For You- The Flamingos

Slipknot- Red Flag

Do Ya Like- Childish Gambino

Bonfire- Childish Gambino

Dark Red- Steve Lacy

Moonlight- Kali Uchis

I think that’s all <3

I match you with Lamar

Due to being incredibly tall himself, he loves a woman that reached the ‘above average’ line. Lamar would admire your sense of style as he’s the same! Very casual, quite comfortable and still good looking.

He loves your body shape. Lamar has eyes for thick thighs and great curves and you might have caught his attention, straight away. He’ll constantly compliment you with some moments of affection (because he’s a tease).

Lamar would also watch you do art. He finds your talent very impressive! He may annoy you, asking for a portrait drawing of him or asking you to draw a naked drawing of yourself (come on, you know he would!!) Lamar likes how you are a good listener as well. He has always been depicted as ‘dumb’ and having someone take interest in his words, you may have hooked him around your finger.

Nevertheless, your tendencies to plan out homicidal activities would not startle Lamar. If it really affected you badly, he’ll be there and by your side. He may not know how to help correctly but he’s always got your back. The same to your emotional phases. Lamar is quite the… gangster so he’s not intimidated by anger or sudden emotions. Besides, he cares for you greatly and will remind you of your beauties and great qualities.

You may share the same music taste as well! Lamar loves finding people with good music and you had taken him by storm. He’ll definitely chill out with you and share songs that you’ll love.

(A/N: Heyyy!! You sound so pretty. Thank you for requesting! It’s my pleasure!)

[fly-you-dam-fools]

40 & 49 pleasssseee

Also how is my Moonie doing? 🥺🫂🫂 I miss ya

I’m doing okay 🥺 miss you too 😭😭 how are you?

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I do both! But in general I reread fics. Sometimes I read them, I loose them (🥲) and then maybe I find them again! And read them again. I’m more likely to read series’ just once but go back to my favorite chapters. Ok so in general I do reread. 😂

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON MY LIFE-

I mean um…😅

I’ve got one Oliver Wood Oneshot turned Series coming up (because I love to make my life hard), some possible Talbott Winger action (from HPHM), and the part two of the Tadashi Hamada fic, and my Merlin fic (from Red Shoes). (and obviously there’s three trillion BTS fics in the works)

This is the best line I’ve written so far for the Oliver Wood fic:

“Wh-wha?” He splutters, sinking into the chair, eyes still on you. It was a normal Sunday breakfast in the Great Hall, but by Merlin’s beard, why- no how were you wearing his jumper??

“Flabbergasted, Wood?” George chuckled next to him, helping himself to a generous serving of bacon and Cherri Owls.

“Weasley-”

“You can thank us later,” Fred cut in, winking as he swallowed a gulp of his orange juice.

And from the Merlin fic:

“Alright, alright,” you sighed, putting your hands on your waist. “I thought maybe you guys could help me with this barrel but I guess not…”

“We may not be the Fearless Seven, but we’d be happy to help a beautiful lady like you, right Merlin?” It seemed Arthur had regained his confidence, eyebrows shooting up twice paired with a grin.

“Aw, my heroes,” you smiled, internally screaming. After you made sure the top of the barrel was screwed tight, two of them tilted it over. You were their eyes as they rolled the barrel forward and up Golden Goose Avenue. Near one of the side entrances, you asked them to stop.

“Where are you taking these, milady?” Arthur asked, pushing the barrel back upright.

“Leaving it here will be fine,” you looked up at the sign hanging above the door. “I think they’ll quite need it.” You glanced back at the two dwarfs, sending a genuine smile.

“Thanks for helping me out today, see you guys around yeah?” And with that, you pulled the green hood up past your ears, and vanished into the crowd.

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I hope you guys liked the little sneak peeks!!

Ask Game - Ask Box

[juneberrie]

you always have been

thinking thoughts. *ೃ༄ this is very self indulgent im not sorry <3 btw the formatting is terrible 😭 also this is 1.5k words im so proud of myself its literally the longest fic i've ever written

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

fandom: outerbanks

warnings: swearing, mentions of being drunk, reader kind of pushes jj away, insecure!reader, stressed out!reader, mentions of jj's trash dad, fear of abandonment, sort of a smau? science hw (yes thats a warning science hw sucks), love confession, hurt/comfort <3

jj's instagram is a mess. it alternates between pictures of random objects, pictures of himself, and pictures of our friends.

lately, all of his pictures have been pictures of him and the pogues at keggers and on the boat. without me.

the most recent one is a blurry shot of him and kie at the boneyard. his hair is dripping wet and kie is holding up a red solo cup, beer sloshing over the side. the caption reads, "my brst girl 😋 ilysn kier.carrera" its so misspelled its obvious hes drunk, even without looking at the picture.

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↳ comments

-> jb.wifirouter ong your so drunk. ↳ heywpope its "youre" not "your" 💀 and you're durnk too ↳ sarahcamer0n lmaooo durnk

-> kier.carrera lol ilyt jj 💀 ↳ kier.carrera wsit wring emoji ❤️

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i groan and shut my phone off. kie knows i like jj. she's heard me rant about him since eighth grade. its fine, though. i need to focus on school. i get up and silence my phone, putting it into a drawer at my desk before going back to the papers sprawled on my bed.

science isn't my best subject, but i need this extra credit to bring my grade up. and, no pressure at all, this stupid extra credit is due by monday, at its literally sunday night. at least its pretty easy. all i have to do is write an essay about newton's laws and how they function in the "real" world. i sigh and open my textbook to the page on the first law, inertia.

as im scribbling down the beginnings of the paragraph about f=ma, my pencil breaks. well, how fucking dandy. i get up and head to my desk to grab a sharpener, and i pass the mirror next to my door.

i cringe away, then force myself to look back. the girl staring back at me is... not kie. not sarah. she's wearing a big oversized t-shirt she stole from jj and some shorts. her nail polish is chipped and her hair is practically crying for escape from the worn scrunchie.

i tear my gaze away and grab the sharpener. the clock on my desk reads 11:11 pm. i remember something kie said about making wishes at 11:11, so i think, why not give it a try? i squeeze my eyes shut and hope my wish gets to whatever magical star angel being is listening.

after i finish my essay, its 12:23 am. i grab my phone from the drawer and see a flurry of texts and instagram notifications assaulting my lock screen.

i ignore the texts — six from kie and eight from jj — and click open instagram.

my homepage is filled with pictures of the pogues at the kegger they're at. i can't help the pettiness that surges up inside me and i click on jj's most recent story, a video of him, kie, pope, john b, and sarah screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody around a campfire.

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you replied to their story

yourinstagram looks like you're having fun :)

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i feel slightly terrible, but whatever. every single kegger they've been to this past week, i haven't been invited.

a text notification comes down onto my screen. it's from kie. the preview reads "im soo sorru"

what the hell? i immediately click on the text and i almost start crying.

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kie kie ml ♡

bro so dnt be mad but like i accidentally told jj that u liked him

im sorry

answer me please idont want yu to be mad

i dd;t mean to i swaer

y/n?? are you mad??

y/n pleeaas answre

im soo sorru

bro wtf.

ik im sorry but we were playing truuth or dsre and plpe asked if i had acrush on anybody and i sadi no i didn't but ik you did and the n jj asked who and im sorry :)

:(*** SORRY

whatever. go enjoy your kegger.

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what the everloving fuck. i specifically told her not to tell anyone, especially jj, and she goes and tells everyone and their mother. i've gotten a flurry of texts from pope, john b, sarah, and other pogues i suppose are at the kegger, all asking me if it's true i like jj. and, speak of the devil, jj himself has been texting me nonstop for the past thirty minutes.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

haha kie jus told me the funnist shut

wait is she for real

wait n/n yuo like me

like fr fr?

brp answer me pls

y/nnnnnn

are you asleepo r somethinh 💀

y/n if you dpn't answer rn rn im going ovet to yiur house

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shit. jj can't come over right now. i look like a mess, and now im fucking crying. my gaze drifts back over to the mirror; my eyes are red and puffy and tears are streaming down my face and dripping down onto my (jj's) shirt.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

jj please dont come over just stay at the kegger and have fun

nooo y/n im already on my wsy so its fine

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shit shit shit.

i throw my phone across the room and scream into my bedsheets. the pogues already didn't like me anymore; they had been going out and having fun without for weeks now, and now kie tells jj i like him? my life is fucking falling apart.

a knock at my window wakes me up from whatever sad haze i was trapped in for the last twenty minutes. jj's peering in and he smiles when he meets my gaze. i shake my head and turn away from him.

no bother letting him in, he'll probably just tell me that he doesn't like me back and to never talk to him again.

another knock, persistent, sounds from the window. i sigh and turn back.

i open the window but leave the screen up, so jj can hear me but he can't get in. "go away, j."

"nooo. wait, why are you cryiinggg?" he asks, the booze slurring his words.

"nothing. no reason. go away, please, jj," i say, my voice cracking.

his face softens and he seems to sober up a bit. "n/n, please tell me what's wrong. i hate seeing you sad," he whispers. fuck. i can't, i can't with the fucking blue eyes and the soft looks and the whispers. i open the rest of the window, and jj climbs in.

i crawl under the covers of my bed and face away from jj. i feel the bed dip next to me and he lays a warm hand on my back. its so casual, so domestic, that i want to laugh.

"sunshine, what's wrong? is this about what kie said?" he asks, gently rubbing my back.

the dam breaks. tears start flowing out of my eyes and i started shaking.

"it is about what kie said. i like you, jj, i really like you. no, i- i love you! i love you so much. i've loved you since i first saw you in mrs. williams' science class in eight grade and you laughed when she said that iron was discovered by the hittites. and i know you'll never love me back because— well— look at me! im not like kie, im not like sarah. i'm just... me! and i've been trying to pretend like you guys going to keggers everyday without me isn't a big deal because, hey, i'm swamped with school, even though its fucking intercession. and i knew if i told you, you'd hate me and you'd never talk to me again," i sob into my pillow.

jj is silent for a few seconds, still rubbing my back.

"i love you too, sunshine. i've loved you for the entirety of the time i've known you. and, you're right. you're not kie or sarah, but you're you. that's what i love about you. you are unapologetically yourself. and i'm sorry for not inviting you to the keggers. i just, i knew you were swamped and i know you don't really like parties 'nd drinking and shit. and i just want you to know that im so proud of you, honey, and— jesus, y/n. you're the only one for me. you always have been. you're the person who's been there whenever luke did something shitty to me, you've helped me with my homework, and gosh, dare i say it, you've helped me be a better person."

he chuckles. i feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck and gently bring me towards him so i'm basically in his lap. he wraps his arms around me and lays his head in the crook of my neck. we stay together in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

i sniffle. "i'm sorry, j."

"you're not the one who should be apologizing, sunshine. i love you, so much. i'm sorry if i made you feel like i'd never talk to you again or like you weren't enough; you are enough. you always have been."