#also that dress is pure happiness too haha

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⊹・° ｡ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!

contains nsfw (+18) and it will be in a separate section <3 please credit me if you use these gifs!

mlist. request status.

VOX.

this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.

he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.

has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.

he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.

relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.

i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.

i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.

VOX NSFW !

i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”

i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises

regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.

“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.

that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.

LUCIFER.

ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.

unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.

he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.

he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.

forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.

this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.

lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.

LUCIFER NSFW !

i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.

no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”

he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.

seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.

definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.

ALASTOR.

i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.

“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”

you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.

“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”

nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.

seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.

he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.

regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.

always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.

ALASTOR NSFW !

he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.

so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.

��are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”

i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”

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Hazbin Hotel reacts to...

Part 1:

A Lively Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism mentioned in Alastor's part, but overall it's pure fluff and crack. Notes: Had so much fun writing it, esp on Alastor's part haha! Also it reminded me of those gacha life reaction videos… If you know you know 😂 Dunno if I did it right, though, kind of looks like headcanons to me, but enjoy nevertheless! Oh, and I tried to write it gender neutral, hope you don't mind. This will be two parts, since it's easier for me to do it like that.

Charlie's probably the easiest one.

She is so, SO happy to have new residents, regardless of how they behave or look.

The first thing that will stand out to her, though is your colourful personality.

You match her energy? That surely is something new to this girl, but she absolutely doesn't mind. In fact, she is more than happy to have someone like that in the hotel.

If you are actually interested in redemption, EVEN BETTER. I think this lil' gal would literally burst with joy.

Would ask you lots of questions about the human world and listen with curiosity, since she didn't have a chance to be a human herself.

She'll probably recruit you to help her with hotel stuff, making an use of your lively personality to encourage potential residents to stay at the hotel, if you want.

Doesn't think much of your style, but she likes the variety of colours. It seems very refreshing to her.

About you liking physical touch: she will gladly let you hug her or something, she'll reciprocate happily. She really likes how your fur feels too!

Your relationship with your friend reminds her of hers with Vaggie a little.

I can actually see you becoming good friends!

Now, Vaggie probably likes you, because her girlfriend likes you, at first, let's be real haha

The first thing that will stand out to her is your looks. In her mind, it tells a lot about people. And you made a really friendly impression, despite sharing looks with a tiger, which is a generally dangerous animal.

But you are far from dangerous and that's what she likes about you.

At first, her and Charlie will be hesitant to allow you and your friend to go out much, because they are scared of you getting into trouble, since you just arrived at hell and aren't used to rules prevailing there, but eventually they will stop babying you two.

If she sees someone being mean or potentially trying to hurt you, she'll step in and protect you, mainly for Charlie's sake.

She doesn't want any new residents getting killed even before the chance to get redeemed.

Will probably get a little jealous if you're getting physical with Charlie, but if you gain her trust, she'll stop.

If you want to hug her, she'll accept, although she isn't that much of a touchy person as Charlie is.

Thinks your style is an eye-strain, but won't tell you that EVER. She believes that everyone should dress how they want.

Just like Charlie, your relationship with your friend reminds her of their dynamic.

Let's be honest, Alastor is an enigma when it comes to people.

You cannot immediately see what he thinks based on his reactions or expression.

I think that the first thing he would notice about you is your smile, if you actually are smiling. He appreciates people that wear it frequently. Otherwise he wouldn't care.

Just as he does to every resident: he would pity you and your friend. He also isn't so fond of new sinners and you aren't an exception.

Would probably warm up to you if you're cheerful. You might annoy him if you're too noisy, though.

As a jerk that he is, he would probably try to bullshit you into thinking some random untrue stuff about hell.

"Yes, my dear. Here in hell, we don't eat anything except our victim's flesh."

You would believe him and be scared shitless.

Charlie reassures you he was only making fun of you and scolds him afterwards, though.

He would absolutely not allow you to touch him. If you'd be trying to hug him, he'll probably step away from you, making you fall on your face. (I'm so sorry for this part, I needed to write it, it was just too funny HAHAHAH)

As for you and your friend's relationship, he couldn't care less. He thinks you're equal to each other.

Okay, now Husk's reaction is…

Nonexistent.

The first thing he would notice is that you're… Oh you're a tiger demon. He would raise his stupidly large eyebrow at this. Overall not much of a reaction. Wouldn't even say hi to you.

At first he wouldn't be a fan of your lively attitude, since he can't match your level of enthusiasm. But I mean I guess he'd think that's good for you.

After some time, though, he would warm up to you, since you're relatively friendly. Wouldn't mind hearing you yap for hours at the bar. He's used to it.

If you grow on him, he might start getting overprotective with you, especially when around Alastor.

He doesn't want you to end up like him, especially if you don't know what you're doing, yet.

(Alastor might purposely anger him by getting closer to you.)

He isn't a big fan of physical touch, either. If you hug him, he might get startled at first, but wouldn't mind. He won't hug you back, though.

Probably thinks your style is an eyesore like Vaggie, but wouldn't tell you, too. I mean he's not exactly the right person to judge.

Out of you two, he can relate to your friend most. Doesn't think of your dynamic that much.

Oh god this little gremlin…/a

Her first impression of you would probably be that you brought too much dirt after yourself.

Couldn't care less about where you come from, how you look and act if you're not a handsome bad boy.

At least at first.

Would notice you and your lively attitude if you respond to her chaotic behaviour positively.

You two would be an iconic, hyperactive duo. Charlie and Vaggie would literally have to stop you two from your shenanigans.

She would climb up your head or your shoulder randomly.

Would probably chomp your hand if you tried to hug her, but then give you the best small hug ever.

Loves your choice of clothing so much that when she cleans, she might steal your shirt and use it as a dress.

Okay, this guy is absolutely unhinged, as we know...

The first thing he notices is your fur, he thinks it's really nice and would probably try to pet you.

Will probably jokingly flirt with you at first. 

Would actually pity you and your friend, but it's not the same pity as Alastor's, he genuinely feels bad for you two, because he knows how terrifying it is to feel out of place in hell. You might do some things you're gonna regret for the rest of your afterlife...

That's why he silently assures you're not going near Val or the other V's, EVER.

Especially considering your friendly personality.

He likes that you're very lively, at least there is someone in this place with whom he can cause mischief and annoy the shit out of every resident.

Would try to annoy you, but fail miserably, and you probably end up annoying him instead. (Don't worry he still likes you)

Absolutely ADORES your sense of style, probably dresses you up and goes shopping for clothes with you.

He loves physical touch too! Would randomly lean on you or pat you on the head. If you try to hug him, he'll happily oblige and you'll get the absolute best hug ever. Out of everyone in the hotel, he is the best hugger, you can't tell me otherwise haha

Overall I can see that you'll get along pretty well!

Add. Notes: Hope you liked these little headcanons slash reactions idk what this is anymore, but yeah! If you enjoyed, don't be shy, repost and let me know in the comments, they are greatly appreciated! See you in the next one, darlings 🫶

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dirty thirty (@funsonmunson-again's mafia eddie x reader)

funsonmunson-again's birthday week writing challenge / prompt #24: saving the best for last haha, but birthday spankings with any of the eddies!

happy birthday evie!! thank you for reviving the timeline with your amazing fics. it's eddie's birthday too and he's in trouble...

CW: very much 18+, pure smut, bdsm, use of guns, truly the most depraved thing i've ever written.

 For his 30th birthday, Eddie Munson has nearly just taken a shot to the head... but in your defence, he really fucking deserved it. 

Slowly - albeit on wobbly feet - Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Freak turn around to face you, eyes still wide from seeing the bullet fly past their boss's shoulder. They're stood in a line like naughty school boys in your garden, caught doing something they shouldn't be. Which is exactly what's happened.

You stand in front of the glass doors that lead onto the patio, curtains billowing and light glowing behind you. Flanked by four growling dogs. The light from the house reveals the curves of your body under the sheer babydoll lingerie you're wearing. But no one is looking at the small number, they're cowering at the pistol in your hands and the infuriated look on your face. 

'Get inside, now,' you snarl, the dogs' snapping in agreement with you. 

At the stroke of midnight, by some miracle of god, the unimaginable happened and Eddie Munson reached thirty years of age. Each year of his life since he hit ten, felt like a bonus. He was sure he'd never see twenty and absolutely certain he'd never meet thirty but here he was. He'd been surprised you let him go out with the guys that night but you insisted. 

'Let loose with the boys, then I can have you all to myself in the day,' you'd smirked, clearly hiding something. 

The four men left the house at 8pm, promising to be back by 2am at the latest. Yet, by the fourth shot of tequila, that promise was long forgotten as well as Eddie's suspicions that you'd been planning something. 

Which you had. Throughout your four years together, it had been near impossible to surprise Eddie. Firstly, his line of business meant he liked to know everything that was going on. Surprises equalled the opportunity for danger. Secondly, you shared your finances - although, in all honesty, his finances, but he enforced a what's mine is yours policy. So, it was hard to splash on something for him, without him noticing when the bills came or his accountant alerting him. But for his thirtieth, you devised enough was enough. 

After hearing him murmur to himself so many times about his disbelief he had survived this long. Not only had he survived, but now, with you by his side, he was living. Your man deserved for once to be surprised and spoilt. To reign in a new decade of life together in the best way possible. 

Therefore, for the past year you had been plotting. With the help of Eddie's accountant and the boys, you'd secretly been putting money aside. Slicing off a chunk of any 'shopping trip' money, he gave you, and putting into a secret account. The accountants making investments on your behalf throughout the year that also went into the account. 

Now, you had a hefty chunk of cash that was being spent on the most devastatingly romantic holiday to France that money can buy. A long glamorous weekend in Paris, followed by a week hiding away together on a private beach in Monaco. The flight was booked for Eddie's birthday, that's why you'd let the boys take him out - so you could pack without getting rumbled. But nothing is ever so simple with a Munson. 

At 1am, with still no Eddie, you'd become impatient. 

By 2am, you were irritated. 

By 3am, you were furious. 

By 4am, you were terrified that something awful had happened. 

At 4:15am you thought those fears were confirmed as you heard gunfire from the gardens.

Not even thinking how you were dressed in an entirely unsuitable birthday present for Eddie, your instincts kicked in. Taking the pistol out the bedside table and with your precious pups quick on your heels, you ran down the stairs. Brain screaming with all the awful possibilities of what could've happened. No matter how long you've been together, the fear over Eddie's job never truly leaves. You burst through the patio doors and fire a warning shot... and then you see the culprits. 

Eddie and the boys, lined up, their own pistols in hand. Before them were (once) law ornaments which they had clearly lined up and started target practice on. Now they were looking at you, the tiny remaining sober part of their brains were doing some explaining. Maybe coming home late and doing target practice whilst you were oblivious and gone alone, wasn't a great idea. 

With big blinking eyes, like Bambi in front of headlights, Eddie begins to stumble on his words.

'K-k-kitten, hi... I'm s-sorr-'

'Shut the fuck up,' you snapped harshly. The rest of the guys immediately looked down at the ground. 

'Edward, get inside NOW. The rest of you, leave.' 

Immediately, the four grown men begin to wobble and scramble. The three that weren't your fiancée, babbling, 

'We're so sorry Y/N... we didn't mean to... we lost track of...'

'I don't care. Go, before you're limping as well as swaying and this time it'll be because I've shot you in the fucking leg.' 

In a flash, they were gone. You glowered at your now shattered flamingos in the distance before turning to look at Eddie. He was tripping over the entrance to the house when you finally looked him in the eye. 

'Baby... I really sorry,' he whispered. 

'I don't think you are,' you said coolly, 'go to the bedroom. Now.'

Eddie didn't hesitate, he quickened his stumbling pace. As you locked the doors, you could see him gripping onto Lucifer for stability. Then using Zeus as well once he attempted the stairs. You could hear him unsubtly whispering to them as he climbed the marble steps. 

'I've never seen your Mom this mad before.'

It's true, he hadn't and he was petrified. More terrified than he had ever been in a sticky situation during work, he had far more to lose with you. Good job Munson, he grumbles to himself, not even five hours into 30 and you've fucking blown it. 

When you finally come up to the bedroom, Eddie is sat on the edge of the bed, throbbing head in his hands. Now he's not stumbling around, he can finally look at you. The pretty sheer dress you're wearing in his favourite colours, pretty bows and ruffles and microscopic matching panties. Your hair is swept up how he likes as well. Everything you've done, as ever, is for him. He feels awful and not because he's drank the best part of a bottle of tequila and a whiskey more expensive than several of his rings. 

'You look really beautiful, kitten,' he whispers, big eyes now wet. 

But your eyes are still filled with anger. 

'How could you, Eddie!' You shout, 'you scared the shit out of me!'

'I'm sorry, I-' he croaks. 

'No!' You snap, taking a kitten heel off and launching it across the room. 'No excuses. I've not finished! Can you imagine if I had done that? Disappeared longer than I said and without contact? Then you heard random shooting outside?'

Eddie's blood ran cold at the thought and knuckles white as he gripped the sheets beneath him. If he was in your shoes, a search party would be out and he'd be sick with worry. 

'That's what I thought,' you mutter as you see the look on his face. 'You wouldn't let me ever leave without an escort again.' 

It's true, he'd never let you leave his side. 

'I thought you were...' your facade and your voice finally cracks, 'I've never been so scared in my life!' 

Irritated that your mask has slipped, you stomp forward to Eddie. With all the anger in your body, you shove your lean fiancée, causing him to fall backwards on the bed. Eddie stays lying there, not wanting to look up and catch you sniffling. He doesn't want to make it worse. His heart cracks hearing what he's done to you, especially on what is supposed to be a happy day. Especially when you'd clearly planned something for his return. 

He clears his throat, wanting to ensure he gets his words out perfectly. 

'Kitten, I know. You never would've done this to me. I'm so sorry. What can I do? How do I fix it?'

There's only silence for a little while but he keeps his eyes trained to the white ceiling. Then, he feels your hand hovering on his knee. 

'Turn over,' you say firmly but quietly. 

Eddie lets out a confused mumble but does as he's told. Right now, if you told him to eat his own shoes, he would. Then, he feels you take an ankle, lifting it so you can begin to take off his boot. Once it's off, he kicks off the other himself. He gulps then, truly unwitting over your plans. Your hands now tug at the waist of his slacks, nails scratching at his back. In attempt to aid you, he raises his hips and undoes his belt and buttons, allowing you to slide them off. 

He hears the sound of his eyelashes flutter against the duvet as he blinks, anxiously. Are you just getting him ready for bed? He would like to just go to sleep in your arms right now. Whisper he's sorry and he loves you until you both fall asleep. But that's not what is going to happen. 

No, that's definitely not going to happen, Eddie realises suddenly. As before he can even process, you've quickly tugged down his underwear, and have cracked down your palm against his ass cheek. Eddie gasps. 

'You're going to feel how angry I am, Eddie,' you say so calmly that a trail of goosebumps prickle down his spine. 

'I'm going to do to you, what you would've done to me in this situation... and you're going to take it.' 

Crack. You hit his cheek again. 

'Do you understand?'

'Yes, kitten,' he barely whispers. He's scared, confused and aroused. Never, ever, have you done this to him before but he doesn't dare protest. 

'Good,' your palm soothes over the attacked cheek. It's barely blushing, your own hand nothing in comparison to Eddie's own sprawling ones. He widens his legs so you can stand further between them. He knows right now, he just needs to let you do what you need to do.  

Crack. Crack. Eddie gasps. Crack. The fear, surprise and arousal mixed together is intoxicating. His heart is in his throat and his palms are sweating. Each smack, full of raw emotion, sends a zap through his body. 

'That's five, Eddie... I'm going to do thirty.' 

Eddie's eyes widen. 

'If you're going to act like this, at your age now, then I'm going to give you a present deserving of it. So, twenty five to go.' 

He's not sure he can last that long in silence, without crying out your name or moaning or worse, popping a boner whilst you're angry. Then, he feels a dip on the bed alongside him. For the first time since you shoved him, he dares to steal a glance at you. Your eyes are dark and looking back at him. 

'You should probably sit across my knee. It'll make this easier for everyone,' your voice is unwavering. This new stern side to you is equal parts unnerving and sexy. 

Eddie scrambles to his feet quickly and stands before you. You look him up and down, infuriatingly, he looks so good. You'd thought that when he left the house and you couldn't wait to throw yourself at him upon his return. But he ruined it. Now he's just there, a sheepish look on his face, shirt still on but his cock out. You had planned to ride it until you both collapsed, but now plans have been spoilt. 

'Take your shirt off and get over my knee,' you sigh. Your voice sounds so uninterested, it makes Eddie's heart pang. He wants to get on his hands and knees and beg for your attention and forgiveness. Desperate to smother you in kisses. 

However, he does as he's told. A shiver rippling through him as he rids himself of the shirt. Anxiously, he walks to the side of you and clambers onto the bed and then spreads himself over your lap. He wiggles, following your guidance to get his lap perfectly across your thighs. 

'Baby, is this right? Do you need to me to move more?' Eddie asks, desperate to please you. 

'S'fine,' you say casually. 

But there's nothing casual about the gasp that escapes him as your fingers trail down his back. Small circles drawn into the dimples above his ass. Then one hand trails down to the top of his thigh and rests, whilst another stays on his asscheek. There's nothing for a moment and Eddie feels his heart racing and the anticipation. Until, he feels your soft lips place a peck on the one cheek you'd struck. It gives him butterflies knowing you still want to give him gentle loves. 

'That's nice... thank you, baby,' his voice sounds smaller than ever before. 

'S'okay, Eds. I'm gonna go again now, okay?' 

He nods. Your hand smooths over the untouched cheek, stealing a squeeze. 

'This one needs to catch up, hmm?' You coo. Oh god, he thinks, you're playing with him now. Like a cat with a mouse. 

Five sharp, consecutive slaps, crack down against the porcelain skin. Each jolting Eddie and causing him to gasp. You squint, wondering if part of him actually enjoys this. So you test the theory. 

'Nineteen,' you say. 

Then, the hand smacks down, harder than ever before. Hard enough that he knows there's a mark. 

'Eighteen!'

This one even harder, your hand clearly coming down from quite a distance. The jolt from the force causes his cock to flop between the gap of your thighs. 

'Seventeen! Sixteen!' 

Smack. Smack. Both as hard as the last. There's no denying it hurts, but it's also good. Eddie feels good that you're punishing him for scaring you. It satisfies the shame he feels and his body knows it because his cock springs to life. Rock hard now between your soft thighs. 

'You're fucking hard?' You scoff, turning the cheeks on his face, not just his ass, bright red. 'Do you not understand that I'm angry? This isn't for your pleasure! Fifteen!' 

'Oh fuck,' Eddie cries. Fifteen was the hardest yet and it pushed his body down, causing your thighs to tug at his cock. 

'You're sick, Eddie. Getting off on this...' you rake your nails down his back now, causing more moans from him. 

'Do you like it? Facing the consequences of your actions for once, baby?' You snarl. Your hands have now reached the base of his neck and tug at some hair there. 

'Yes, yes,' he wines. He can't stop himself, he thrusts into your thighs some more. Fucking himself between your plush skin. You're genuinely shocked. 

'Oh my god... you really are getting off on this, hmm? Engaged and I'm still learning new things about you. My dirty boy, hmm. Ready for more?' 

Panting from thrusting at your thighs, Eddie nods. 

'Okay, you asked for it...' 

Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Each one is quick, sharp and alternates between each cheek. Eddie snaps his hips, jerking his throbbing cock off in time with your hits. Your own panties are soaked at seeing your big, scary, mafia boss, so desperate and pathetic. 

Eddie whelps something you don't make out. You pinch the skin of his hip and ask him to repeat. 

'The belt, the belt,' he cries, 'god, please use the fucking belt!'

Your face scrunches up, wondering if he really just said what you think. But before you can process, you feel him shift. His arm stretches out down to the floor. Your questions are answered when he thrusts the belt he had holding his slacks up, behind his back and into your hands. 

Oh, you gasp internally, he really fucking wants this bad. 

Tauntingly, you brush the smooth leather across his skin. 

'You feel that bad, huh? Understand just how angry I am, Edward?' 

'Yes, kitten, please...' he cries, 'please show me.'  

At first you hesitate, not wanting to do some serious damage. Folding the belt in half, you bring down the looped end against his bright pink cheek. Nine. The sound is heavier than any your palm could make but you know the sensation is even harsher. 

Eddie groans in frustration and shakes his head. He wants it worse. 

You tighten your grip and bring it down harder. Eight. Instantly there's lines imprinted on his skin from the edges of the belt. But it's clear that's what he wanted, as his hips thrust ferociously and you feel precum trickling down your calf. 

Seven. 

Six. 

Five. 

Eddie is crying your name, fists white knuckling the bed linen. His skin has transformed from magenta to blooms of purple. 

'Just five more and then it's the big 3-0, okay?'

He's barely paying attention, so lost in the high, continuously fucking himself in your thighs. You take the belt to the other cheek now. 

Four. A warning spank. You lean down and press a kiss each cheek. This is it. 

'Say' 

Three. 

'You're'

Two.

'Fucking'

One. 

'Sorry!'

Eddie's cock spurts his load all down your legs as he cries. 

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry kitten, I'm so fucking sorry!' 

His body trembles on you at the aftershock of such intense touch. Another load of cum squirts out. He sobs real tears, you can tell, into the sheets. 

'Kitten. I'm sorry, m'sorry, love you s'much,' he whimpers. 

You let both your hands soothingly rub his back and thighs and you lean down to presses kisses to his ass. Perfect porcelain now splattered in purples and pinks. 

'I know, Eds. It's why it upset me so much. You're never reckless like that... I wanted you home. Was supposed to be perfect when you got home...'

Eddie can hear that the anger is gone and now there's just a soft sadness in your voice. Ignoring the ache in his backside, he crawls off you, sliding onto the floor. Slotting himself between your thighs as he rests on his knees. Capturing your hands, he kisses them. 

'Let me make it up to you, sweetheart,' he pleads. Big brown eyes, red from tears and begging. Letting go of your hands, Eddie takes your knees and pushes them further apart. He reveals his cum still dripping from you thighs. Leaning in, eyes still looks at you, he kitten licks his own spend up. 

'You shouldn't have let me cum,' he mumbled against the velvety skin at the apex of your thighs. 

'Should've forced me to make you cum, over and over and over... so that's what I'm gonna do.'  

You just nod and let Eddie take over. He tugs your soaked panties off. 

'These were so cute, kitten. I didn't deserve them,' he sucks at the wet crotch, 'daddy was so bad but now daddy will make it up to you. I promise.'  

With that, Eddie dives into your folds. Lapping up the wetness that's been gathering like he had his own cum. That alone makes you sigh, so much of the tension leaving your body. Bringing your thighs over his shoulder, he buried his face further to access to your clit. Latching onto it the moment he finds it. Sucking until you squirm. 

'That's it,' he sighs, his voice happy now, 'going to make my girl feel better.' He punctuates each word with a soft kiss to your bud. 

It's all parts feral and tender and causes your tense body to flop back onto the bed. Eddie is shortly quick to chase you. With your thighs round his neck, he guides you to lie back against the pillows so he can completely lie down and lose himself in your cunt. 

Now his body is fully relaxed, he makes out with your pussy. Going from sucking your clit to lapping at your hole. 

'That's so good, Eds,' you coo, hand twisting curls round your fingers. Now, Eddie knows he's on his way to forgiveness. 

Forcing your legs a little further, he goes in for the kill. Using the move he knows always makes you crumble. He sucks both his thumbs, letting one come up to toy with your clit and the other drops to press against your tight asshole. 

The concentration alone sobers Eddie up. He hears you gasp and cry his name as the thumbs circle each pleasure point. Then he lets his tongue fuck into your hole unrelentingly. Faster. Faster. Your thighs are squirming but Eddie won't stop until you get the release you deserve. The wiggling results into his thumb popping into your asshole causing your hips to jerk and your hand to rip at his hair. 

'Jesus fuck, Eddie,' you sob, tears erupting at the overwhelming sensation.  

Eddie plunges his tongue as far as he can, along with his thumb in your ass and then tears aren't the only thing erupting. Your little cunt spasms, squirt soaking his tongue and face. Your whole body left trembling as you gasp. Eddie doesn't let on that it causes him to cum against the bedsheets where he'd be gently rubbing himself against. 

Wiping his face and licking his fingers clean, Eddie smiles at your fucked out frame. 

'That is the best birthday present you can ever get me, kitten.' 

Leaving you to catch your breath, he gets up and waddles over to the light switch. His sore cheeks definitely limiting his movements more than the alcohol ever did. The bedside lamp keeps the room in a soft glow as he turns the main light off. 

Slowly, he climbs under the covers and into bed next to you. 

'Is it... is it okay if I hold you now, Y/N?' Eddie's voice is soft but nerve filled. You turn and look at him, chocolate eyes full of worry still. Nodding, you shuffle under the duvet and into his waiting arms. Lying in a way that you can both look at each other. 

'I love you and I'm sorry. I can't imagine how scared you must've been. We got carried away,' he sighs, stroking fallen strands out of your face. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his chewed lips. He melts into you instantly, soul settling to be fully reunited with yours. 

'Just... don't do something like that again or I won't let you make it to thirty,' you smile against his lips.  

Eddie pulls back and looks at you, wide eyed in shock. 'You see us being 60 together?' 

His response makes your brow furrow. 

'Yes? Obviously, you silly boy? Eds... I'm marrying you in just a couple of months.' You laugh, pressing another few kisses to his lips. When you look back, his cheeks are flushed like his backside. 

'Doesn't seem real still. Don't know how I made it this long, but you wanting to marry me? S'the most unbelievable part...' 

You shake your head. 

'Best get believing. You're about to experience a week long love fest...'

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and you lean up to peck his cute round nose. 

'I think we'll have to bring your ruined ass a cushion though for the journey... filthy boy,' you chuckle causing Eddie to groan and bite his lip. 

But your words must finally hit him. Releasing you from his hold, he now waves his arms maddeningly in confusion. 

'What the hell, what's going on, woman!'

You chuckle to yourself, knowing you're finally about to pull off a surprise on him. Even at 30, the love of your life, Eddie Munson, still doesn't know how spectacular he is. But it's okay, you've got the rest of your lives to show him. 

did you enjoy that? i bet you did, you sick fucks x

[herejusttosufferalong]

Alright, we talk a lot about Luke, but not enough about Nic and her personally. I

I beleive this tik-tok was intenational lol as well as jack's stories of her new photos. She's too smart to just post random stuff and then deleting it. I would never beleive she was like not like not on tik-tok, watching every single post after premier with that blue dress on his gf instead of reactions to the mirror scene lol.

She has also said she doesn't believe in love. Girl, fr? And she hasn't been in love for 9 years? The way she's working, very hard. I am totally rooting for her here, yeah. I get it! Tbh, she just doesn't need the partner to be happy, but at the same time I like... But isn't everyone sometimes longing for the feelings and intimacy? She is very 'put it together' person. She comes of as a strong person also, she is ambitious and career-driven, but at the time I feel like sometimes she is tensed. She works not-stop, and it's pure speculation or just the vibe, but the way she does projects and pr. I could be wrong, but it's almost she doesn't allow feeling to come to her head instead she dives deep into other things. Again I could be wrong, but sometimes she's a bit workacholic, u know haha Like she could works 7 days a week, no rest. And it's inspiring, yeah, but if try to analyze here a little, you know. Why do people work this much?

Maybe, she was dating smn, but with her insane schedule and the way she's touching Luke in the last interviews. I don't know.

The only impression I get that she hides her blind spots very well, and her whole bubbly self is just the cover, and not all people can crawl inside and really get what it's in there. She guards it. She needs someone kind and soft enough to cherish her. And I feel like during filming Nick and Luke shared something real and very emotional, and she allowed herself to open up. And that's why she's that grateful. I think as every woman out there with curves had at some point of her life a point, where she learnt how to love her body. And all these scenes, she mentioned she was a bit terrified, but then, the way she spoke about experience with him. It gives the sweet aching, because he really tried to make it comfortable for her. She mentioned the way how open they were in communicating feelings and ideas, how he wouldn't crash her with his weight during that sofa scene and how easy it was, because they laughed through it and discussed every detail. And like every other bridgeron actor saying that all that scenes were heavily choreographed as stunt, and she's just 'well, we improvised, cause it's not like do this and do that' .

'I don't have relationships like that with anyone in my life'

'unique bond', 'as almost we've been through war'

Well, Is it beaucse she let her guard down with him during filiming? It's just interesting, because I just really see the diffirence of her behaviour with other co-stars. Although, she is warm, but not that much, and as I said for her it's not really that easy to let any person see she's not that confident inside, as she seems to be.

He respected her, he made her feel safe during all of that. And it's beautiful, because things like that, when you trust the person like that and they saw you like that, it's just a lot. Yeah, some would say 'it's just work', but from her interviews for her it was empowering experience. And he was a part of it. And that's why I am again can't comprehend, how this man from her perspective(she is literally praising him every time she gets a chance, people are saying she's like that with everyone, but nah, it's like a lot with him again) is the same guy, who is still going through 'fboy' phase. Because Iistening to his interviews, his passion for Colin, and well-spoken and attentive he is, I believe Luke definetly respect and get women the way, that fuckboys don't. It's all so confusing for me. Cause I do see Luke through her eyes, and she's just very caring and loving, while I also see how Luke is in real life with his decisions, and I'm like? It's like Nicola doesn't see the perspective, does she? Or maybe we don't? Or just maybe he's in fact very diffirent with her and treats her as a something precious. Maybe not in a romatic way (yet, delulu again) , but in a sense of 'She's Nic', Almost like, she is divine, and she's not like the other woman. Like you know the way he looks at he, listens to her attentively, how responsive he is, and how behaves around her during interviews is almost like he puts her very high, and enjoys the way shines, reflecting her energy and feeling easyness and calmness around her. Almost, like his mind is always in montion(ahdh, hi), but when she's around, it's like starting to calm down. It's like they are in bubble, especially if they're just chatting only two of them. And that's not the dynamic I can see with other people from both of them. All of that thinking making me feel delulu things, but yup. That's the reason I also think L is just confused

Love this, thank you for sharing!

We don't consider N enough and why she views L the way she does.

Because right now it is very hard to reconcile the man we see with the one we saw on the press tour and the one she brags about.

Too many people have been quick to judge her for supporting L recently but we have to remember they have a bond that we have only had a glimpse into.

[kxxkiecxre]

ʚ✟⃛ɞ US, TRUST, LOVE .ʚ✟⃛ɞ JJK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: a little party never hurt no body… right?

WARNINGS: sex. Mentions of sex. Mixed/unresolved feelings. Drinking, hangover. Etc.

GENRE: best friends brother au

WC: no clue. Too lazy to actually find out haha. Enjoy this!

Previously… next…

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THERE was no way Jungkook was seeing what he was right now. It felt as if he was about to pop, explode all over the kitchen counter as he sipped on his drink. As if all the non alcoholic drinks were actually laced, making him nauseated. Or maybe it was the fact you were on the table, dancing with Yeji and a few other girls, screaming your lungs out.

Your entire body moved fluidly with the song, bumping and grinding against some girl he had no idea of. Your head thrown back on her shoulder, her hands in your hair as she pecked your shoulder, and though Jungkook knows you wouldn’t go for another person while sleeping with him, he couldn’t seem to extinguish the pure jealousy in the depth of his stomach.

What made him nauseous was the fact you were about to fall of the table and you were shooing him away, telling him to leave. And he was about two seconds away from jumping out his skin when your heeled foot would come too close to the edge of the poorly built table.

He wasn’t jealous you were having fun, no. He was actually happy, and seeing you like this made his mind spiral into places he didn’t currently need it to be. What made him jealous is the fact that you could so freely dance against the girl the way he wanted you to dance with him. But he couldn’t, not when Yeji was there, already suspecting both of you since your first rendezvous.

You did a great job in hiding your hickeys, until you stretched, and your stomach was revealed in purple bruises trailing down to your pelvis. You made up some shitty story about a one night stand, but she wasn’t 100% convinced, especially when Jungkook smiled at you and you smiled back, explaining to her how you made up last night.

She bought the story for now, but another slip up and she’d one hundred percent figure it out.

“Kook, she needs to go home, like right now. She’s far too drunk” Yeji yelled over the music.

“ I know that! But she isn’t listening” he mimicked her tone.

“Goddamit! You’re thrice the size of her, pick her up and throw her in your car and bring her home safely before she breaks her leg!” She scoffs.

He looked at her for a whole second, not saying anything, “fine”.

He stalked to the table, trying to figure out how to grab you without you trashing around in his hold, but the second he reached the table, you yelled out no, distancing yourself the slightest bit.

He gave you a warning look, to which you poked your tongue out and he sighed, god you got so brave and bratty when you’re drunk, “y/n, down now!”

“No” you shook your head giggling, “I’m having fun Kookie, can’t you see?”

“Yes I can see that,” he agreed, “but I can also see that you’re about one drink away from ending up in the hospital. Down, now”.

“I’m not your dog, Jungkook, let me be happy!” You fought back, just as he presumed you would.

He knew this would happen, which is why he leaned forward, grabbing the back of your knees and throwing you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests and the way you slapped his back cursing him out. Damn you’re so brave when you’re drunk, you’d never behave like this sober.

Nodding to Yeji she gives him the green light to go, and so he does, holding you with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other opening the entrance door of the house, the second he’s in safe distance, his palm meets your soft ass hidden behind your satin red dress, you gasped followed by a whimper.

“That hurt Kook” you whined.

“I’m aware” he says.

“It was also hot” you chuckled, snorting afterwards.

Jungkook shook his head, dropping you onto your butt in the passenger seat of his Benz, still protesting, “I’m not even drunk I promise”.

“That’s very convincing, did it ever work on anyone?” He scoffed, buckling your seatbelt.

“I don’t think so”

“Yeah, I figured” he chuckled, closing your door but not before switching the door to child lock, he went around the car, sliding into the drivers side, and sighing deeply.

“You’re such a party pooper when you’re sober”.

“And you’re such a spoiled brat when you’re drunk” he countered, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking spot swiftly.

“I am not spoiled!”

“You are, you’re also quite brave when you’re drunk” he added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between his legs lazily.

“Just cause you’ve a big dick doesn’t mean I’ve to listen to you” you grumbled, pouting slightly while looking out the window.

“Keep being so bratty and you won’t be getting any of this dick anymore”.

Now that is a warning that had you silent, only side eyeing him as you pouted, arms crossed over your chest and an incoherent sentence leaving your pretty lips before you whined, “I forgot my phone!!!”

“I have it” he says, smirking at you as he stopped at a red light.

“Stop looking at me like that”.

“Like what”

“Like a predator” you said, putting your palm on top of his lazily rested one, intertwining your fingers with his and digging your nails gently into the inside of his thigh.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmured, the lights flashing to green, reflecting in his eyes as he pulled off and into the city.

“So are you” you brought his hand to yours, softly pecking his soft hand as he practically melted into the seat, smiling to himself as you continued pecking his hand.

“I appreciate you, you know that?” You mumbled softly, afraid of the pulsing feeling in your chest.

“I know,” he spoke softly, “ I hope you know I appreciate you too.”

“I know” you smiled, looking out the window with a small grin.

The blooming and pounding feelings in your chest scared both of you, it’s not something Jungkook has felt before, you however have, at least something similar to this, except these feelings are ten fold more powerful than with your ex, and that, that scares the life out of you, because you’re not sure if it’s okay, if it’s returned. What would Yeji say? She’d probably hate you.

Reaching your house too quickly snapped you out of your drunken thoughts, not willing to let go of the warmth of his palm, “stay with me tonight?”.

He leaned back into his seat, staring into your eyes intently, “give me a reason”.

No matter what, he’d still stay, in fact the second you asked the question he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease you, in return though, he was met with your cat like gaze, and a smirk on your lips, “did you know… that,” your face so close to his own he could smell the cherry vodka of you, “morning sex is a great hangover remedy?”

His brows shot up, playing your little game so well, “oh really? Mmm I must try it then.”

“You could,” you whispered, eyes focused on his red lips, “tomorrow morning?”

“That quick? Damn, seems like I can’t pass up a chance like that” his voice was husky, melting you like fire to ice.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t pass it up”.

His lips brushed yours and you could feel yourself getting more intoxicated by him, but all too soon his body was further away from you, his hand leaving yours before he chuckled at your pout, and exited the car helping you out before leading you to your apartment door carefully.

Stumbling into your living room with a giggle, you immediately go for the zipper of your red dress, struggling as you wobbled side to side, heels clicking off the floor which each shaky step you took. Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face to rid himself of the slight fatigue.

“Let me help you” he says, stabilising your rocky body by holding your hips with his hands, palms completely engulfing your hip bones. Your back to his front as his rough fingers pulled the zipper down, helping you pull the dress off, he licked is lips, the sight of you in your matching black and nude lacy lingerie had his breathing picking up in pace, but ever the gentleman, he shook himself out of his horny state, and sat you down carefully on the arm rest of the sofa.

Dropping to his knees, you watched as he gently lifted your left leg, hand rubbing up and down softly as he pecked your calve, before untying the silver heel and setting your foot free, doing the exact same to the other leg, kissing upon both legs as he slowly lifted off the ground. He towered over you, pushing himself between your legs as he gently grabbed your head and kissed your forehead, before pecking your lips in the sweetest kiss possible, melting all the ice possible, gosh he’s so cute.

“Let’s get you changed into something comfortable” he says, humming after in question Before your palm moulded into his and he lead you to your room.

“I’ve your shirt in the bottom drawer” you mumbled in no shame at all, but should he be surprised when he’s literally spent more time at your place than at his own? Aside of training of course.

Pulling the shirt out as asked, he comes back around to you still sitting in the same position on the bed as he left you in, dropping the folded shirt beside you before he reached around you and unhooked your bra in one swift motion.

“Can you get my granny panties for me? Please” you asked so cutely, for a second he was confused at your request, or more specifically on what granny panties meant, before it clicked in his head that you meant your comfortable underwear.

Trying to suppress his smile, he turned back around to your drawer, already knowing where you store your so called granny panties since he’s had to get them for you multiple times when you start your period unexpectedly, grabbing his favourite ones, pink with black little hearts, he sets it out on the bed as well.

“Aw you even got the brief ones! God you’re the best, you know that?” You mumbled to him as he stood you up once again.

“They’re my favourite ones, they beat all the sexy ones” he smirks, confessing his little secret as he slides your thong down your legs, your hands on his shoulders as you step out of them.

“This looks familiar” your voice held such a teasing tone, your brows wiggling as he looked up at you briefly, he grabbed the underwear he set out for you and started putting them on you, once he reached your hips he snapped the black band on your skin gently, before laying a sweet kiss below your belly button.

He helped you put your (his) shirt over you head, before quickly helping you take your makeup off and joining you in bed, arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed between your shoulder blades, “you mean the world to me”.

He must have thought you were asleep, because as his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck, he kissed a sweet spot and muttered, “what are you doing to me Y/N”.

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Jungkook was beyond patient, sitting with you in the kitchen as you groaned that you were going to throw up, though it never actually happened. He rubbed your back, helped you brush your teeth and then sat you down at the counter, now actively blending his perfect hangover cure, as he likes to call it.

“I’m never drinking again” you whimper, head down on the counter, cheek pressed against the coldness to help your hot temperature.

“I’ve heard that come out of your mouth far too many times.” He scoffed with a light chuckle.

“I mean it this time” you countered.

The cup was smacked onto the counter in front of you, his tattooed hand gripping the cup tightly “drink up”.

“Kook that looks like something a dog threw up” the yellow liquid thick and foaming at the top.

“Yeah but it helps. So drink”

“I am not putting that in my mouth”

He leaned against the counter, both palms holding his weight as he looked you in the eyes, a small smirk playing amongst his lips, “I’ve seen you take other things in your mouth, don’t act soft now”.

Cheeks heating up quite quickly, you bite your tongue hold your breathe and gulp the drink down. There was definitely turmeric and ginger in it, and maybe a hint of garlic, all in all it was spicy and hideous and you’d much rather use his cum as a hangover cure than this, seeming as he didn’t bother to throw on a shirt on his top half.

“Good girl” he praised, your mind immediately shutting down at the praise.

“Don’t say that” you whined, lips pouted.

“Why? Bet you’re wet hm?” He was quick with his response, rounding the counter and breathing on your neck, pecking a sweet kiss on your soft spot.

The morning was spontaneous, him buried deep inside you, taking you on the counter like the first time you connected like this with him. It was sweet, hot and satisfying.

The more you spend time with him, though, the more you realise how your heart flutters at his voice, the way you find everything about him endearing and comforting, like he’s perfect. Because in your eyes he is, despite the fact that more than a half a year ago you hated him, well no, actually, you always had some sort of thing for him. Ever since you befriended Yeji at just 12 years old.

You watched him go from a doe eyed boy to a man, a man full of tattoos, seduction and so goddamn hot.

But somewhere between your teen years, you’ve realised you had a thing for his round bug eyes, silky like chocolate and big like buttons. He told you silly jokes, played basketball with you when Yeji wasn’t home from her dance practices yet.

He’s always been kind hearted, you knew that. But somewhere between the line of infatuation and undeniable desire, you’ve found a smear, of which could only be described as faux hatred. Though it was far from any malicious feelings. It was jealous, strong palpable jealousy and anger. Because you didn’t believe Jungkook saw you as anything more than his sisters best friend. He had many friends, girlfriends and flings, and you couldn’t see yourself mixed in that crossfire. But you were wrong.

Now you think, at least, there’s a slight chance? Right? Well, you’re not sure. You hope there is, now that both of you roamed the very thin crack of a situation-ship, but that’s exactly what it is. It’s fragile, like a sheet of ice. If one of you got too intense, engulfed with the flames of the raging fire between each others tension and want, you could melt it. Dissipate it just like the sun would.

If one of you so much as took a heavier step, it’d crack, break and get swallowed by whatever is beneath it. Perhaps, the slight distrust? The dithering and apprehensive feelings?. It already had small cracks for the previous argument. Where both of you got burned, flew just right before the sun, igniting and scorching a hand full of feathers of your wings. You only got so much to spare of them.

The feelings mixed into this were fearful. At least on your part. They were frantic, barely tameable. Soaring so high it could suffocate you. You knew that.

Yet somehow, you still found yourself in the compromising position of being impaled by his dick once again.

The sex this time was different. It was a lot more intimate. So much was mixed into it. The way his lips kissed you, they had a certain need behind them. They could barely leave yours, and if they did it was only to share another few pecks to your chest and neck. The strokes of his cock were gentle, slow and deep. Meaningful almost. The way his fingers intertwined with yours above your head, and his skin was practically melting with yours. You were sure you would smell him on your body after.

His eyes held something close to undeniable admiration. You could see it, by the way his forehead rested against yours, eyes locked, both breathing into each other, letting your breathes mix, his lips hovering over yours, teasing. It was all different, a whole new territory. And it was so unhealthy for your mind.

Jungkook, wasn’t good for your health.

It shouldn’t be helpful for you. The constant sex with the unresolved feelings. God it was a mess. Such a beautiful wary mess. But you loved. You loved every part of it, the way your legs are clamped around his waist, nails digging into the pits of his back, his hand on your thigh and the other stroking your hair softly as you ride each others highs out.

Cuddling wasn’t generally a part of the post sex routine. But it was nice, to have him curl his arm around you, pulling your back into chest. Nose nuzzled into your hair and lips pecking your head.

“We have a lot to discuss.” He whispered so softly into your ear, both of you dozing off.

“I know”.

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A/N: anyway, this was so short and simple but guys the way I literally forgot I had a short book to finish off lmfao 😭

MASTERLIST

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[hacked-by-jake]

𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙩 | 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙭 𝙈𝘾. [Jake is bigger than MC and the mysterious hacker (?)]

A/n: Did anyone say self indulgent, shitty, comforting Jake x MC scenario? No? But I did. Don’t mind me. So here. Ok this is really nothing special, it’s small and somehow makes sense but somehow no sense but I needed it. Hope you like it too. Ignore the mistakes. Have fun. Bye. 💚

Warnings: None

When you turn into a corridor in the supermarket, you see a small group of people and quickly realize that it is the group you were with during school time.

After your graduation, however, and after your case in Duskwood, the contact has been lost, and even if you have nothing against them, you have pulled back socially strongly and would rather avoid them.

Especially because you are not interested in having the typical conversations about 'How is your life?' or 'Where do you work?' etc..

But before you can quickly withdraw, you have already been noticed.

"MC?" your former friend notes rather questioningly.

"Oh, hi guys." you greet them all a little forced.

"Wow, how nice to see you’re still alive." Although it was meant more as a joke to you, you have the feeling to hear a little reproach in his voice.

"Yes, haha", you answer: "I’m still alive, you apparently also?"

What a stupid question, MC.

"How are you? What happened? We haven’t heard from you in a long time, don’t you live here anymore?"

"Not much happened, to be honest." Hah, liar. 'I was only wanted by the government because my friend is a hacker who hacked their important and secret Servers.' "And yes, actually I still live here, I’m just often somewhere else."

"Oh, so, sounds like you found a boyfriend?" you don’t know if you’re imagining it because the situation is so uncomfortable for you, but you think you can hear a little mockery in her voice.

And before you can answer, suddenly from behind, a hand stroke over the left side of your hip and stayed there.

"Are you ready?"

Far too fast and a little scared you look over your right shoulder where no less than Jake is standing.

If he weren’t so close to you, you wouldn’t be able to see his piercing ice blue eyes. But luckily for you, he looked directly at you and you could almost immediately lose yourself in his gaze.

As always, he had pulled his hood so deep into his face that his eyes were covered by the shadow. All others could see was a piece of his nose and his beautiful lips.

His slightly rough voice, which appeared far too close to your ear, gave you goose bumps and you almost had to swallow when your body immediately reacted with pure happiness to his presence.

You feel the scrutinizing looks on you and your boyfriend who is, as always, dressed in all black.

The black high boots you love so much, the black jeans, the black hoodie and the jacket, the same he wore in your first call but only in black instead of dark blue.

Four rings rested on his finger, two on each hand.

On the back of his right hand that was placed on your hip, the Nymos-Eye tattoo shimmered and together with the black rings it gave a pretty nice picture.

Thanks to the small distance between your faces, you can feel his peppermint smelling breath on your face and as every time you are close to him, you feel the nervousness growing in you.

The situation with your former friends who all looked a little surprised didn’t make the whole situation any better.

Your eyes fell on Jake’s lips as he moistened them with his tongue as he waited for a response from you.

"Oh, uh- yeah, yeah, I’m ready."

"Perfect" he spoke softly, then his gaze wandered upwards and he scanned the group that was still facing you and had not moved an inch.

"Do you know these people?" Jake asks and looks back down at you.

You nod: "we went to school together."

Again Jake looks up and nods to the group once briefly as a greeting, then he steps away from you, but immediately grabs your hand: "Can we leave? Nymos notified me, my program is done."

"Sure," you answer him, then you turn to your former friends while Jake has already dragged you some steps with him, "Sorry," you start a little embarrassed: "We have to go. Nice meeting you guys."

You wave quickly, then both of you have already disappeared from their field of vision.

Jake gives you a slightly skeptical look.

"You didn’t look happy talking to them, I thought I’d save you."

You smile at him: "Thank you for the help, my hero."

"The one girl looked pretty shocked" he jokes and you roll your eyes.

"No wonder, you know exactly what effect you have on people, we talked about it often enough."

"As long as I have the right effect on you, I don’t care about anything else."

With these words he led your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your tingling skin.

[jotun-design-party]

Hey I was wondering, by your example of the harmful design does what if! Loki sort of follow this harmful trope? I know this is based on aos loki but just as an example that kind of thing.

And also I’ve seen a lot of jotnar portrayed with minimal clothing and mostly only armor in like canon media not just fanon and I thought that was purely because they are more immune to the cold and don’t need to try and get warm but I may be mistaken. Are you saying that is also harmful or just if it is sexualized?

These questions are purely just to understand your meaning and not to be critical or anything! Thanks so much! This event looks super fun!

hi, yes! good [timezone.] no worries, i'm very happy to answer questions & please forgive if my syntax is weird today, i have a chronic disability which causes some brain fog during flare-ups so my sentence structure might not be the most elegant. i WAS given a superpower to counter this (a disability which, for our purposes here, i will sum up as "it makes my vocabulary big") but for the sake of clarity i'll be responding with a bit of a shortened version of all of my thoughts so that it makes a little bit more sense. i can go more in-depth at a later time if needed

under the cut, summary:

What If jötnar are not nearly AS bad as a lot of the jötun art i've seen in fanon and canon so it gets a very hesitant green-light from me. and also the issue with putting jötnar in minimal clothes is that artists still tend to choose to dress them in clothing items that are associated with racist and offensive depictions of real-life people

+ some of my personal ideas about what jötnar might wear

the jötnar in What If do rely on some of the same antiblack and anti-american indigenous stereotypes that we see in the comics but their designs aren't NEARLY as caricature-y as the comic book designs are and they do a better job at making it look like something an alien would wear. still bad, but not NEARLY as bad as the comics, i'd give it a very hesitant green light

the main issue with jötnar being depicted in minimal clothing is that oftentimes, the artists choose clothing specifically related to these racist stereotypes to evoke imagery of the Assumed lifestyle of both the jötnar and the real life people who are affected by the stereotypes. this is an obviously satirical example because my brain isn't working well enough to think of a more genuine one, but it wouldn't be a problem if someone drew their jötnar to be running around in heart-print boxers pin-up posing, you know? the issue is largely that people make the choice to draw them in long sheer skirts draped with gold like orientalist stereotypes of women, or in loincloths and furs and bone piercings in their noses.

basically there are all sorts of ways to visually get across their cold immunity, and have them dressed minimally, without putting them in skirts and loincloths and stuff

----- the stuff down here ⬇️ are just my personal thoughts and dont have any bearing on the actual contest, just some of my ideas that you can read for fun if you so desire

and this is definitely more of a personal thing, but i don't Personally think it makes much sense to have jötnar dressed in minimal clothing even if they are immune to the cold. this is just because, snow still melts haha. so i don't think it makes too much logical sense to have them barefoot and without any sort of cloak to protect them from the weather. plus, light reflects off of snow and is known to give people sunburns, ao i like to cover up their skin too <- this however is all optional. it's fiction and it doesn't need to be really very practical it's just the sort of thing i enjoy thinking about so i wanted to share my thoughts

i defo do not have the spoons to bust out a thor mini so you're just going to have to use your imagination but this outfit i drew them in is also like all kinds of impractical for a human or an asgardian to wear in the snow :') i mean can you imagine going out into a blizzard wearing latex and an underboob window? i imagine that thor would be wearing fur-lined leather coats and thick pants and three layers of socks and heavy duty boots next to this bitch ⬇️

this isn't my definitive loki design though. i have a lot of thoughts bumping around in my head and art that i havent posted (and probably won't post) and this ⬆️ was just a quick example i busted out to give a visual difference

[angel-babycakes]

Vent post (it will be very messy lmao)

I guess I’m just tired of trying so hard like why bother trying with anything at this point? I practically hate a lot of things and it keeps getting worse, I don’t experience any physical enjoyment anymore and when I do, it lasts for 5 minutes before I’m back to being empty again and then there’s the fact that I want to talk to certain people but I am tired, I’m exhausted of forcing myself to speak to people and the majority of the time, some of them only speak to me because it’s a fucking duty to them, like a chore of having to speak to me to not be rude and my brain can easily tell that apart from someone regularly talking to me or the false sense of kindness, how they pretend to act so happy or excited when talking to me, I can see it in their patterns versus how they talk to others and oh how I hate it, makes me want to stop trying with everything, it’s pointless and useless and unnecessary, I hate being a people pleaser because when was the last time I genuinely pleased myself? When I wasn’t constantly depressed and wishing I can turn back time to change a certain point in my life but I’m so exhausted, I hate this feeling of pure boredom of everything and everyone, I literally have no thoughts in my head either, it’s a constant static of white noise, just not the the good kind and waking up everyday is a chore to me too, even doing basic stuff like doing my hair and makeup, getting dressed and other stuff, I just want to sleep in bed all day and I do that, I sleep to stop the static in my head and the lack of feelings in my heart and so much more, I just want to be happy again, but I know I won’t be anymore and instead, I force myself to feel happy and as I write this, I feel tears going down my face since my birthday last month and prior to that, I had cried back in June, but crying doesn’t make me feel anything either, it’s just happening and I wonder if trying so hard back then should make me be like this in the present, I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it and I want it to get out of my head, but I lack the happy thoughts, so until I can feel any form of positive emotion, I’ll keep on moving on autopilot, I just hate it all and feel like I’m being ripped apart, but that also makes me laugh cause of the anger and hate bubbling inside of me, I just think of disappearing and only coming back when I’m in a better mental place, but my thoughts are a constant jumbled mess, haha, it’s funny and comedic yet also pitifully despairing too and now I have nothing else to say, I feel like I got some part of how I feel out of my system for now

[cidthesquid]

A walk on the 'Wild Side' - Final Fantasy XIV

So that picture pretty much explains it, But feel free to read the rest of the post for my mindset behind this design, and change. In short, I really enjoy FF:XIV, and have a ton of alternate (side) characters, each with their own personality and style sense.

This was how they looked originally, my 4th character, A female Roegadyn, this was before I had access to Veria, and I wanted to create a taller character that still felt fun!

It's a little embarrassing to think back on now, but I remember one of the core ideas was to capture that "Warrior Princess" energy from like 90's era sci-fi and fantasy. The intense, yet slightly flirty super strong woman who could totally kick the main character's butt, and is just along for the ride.

(Yeah, like I said, kinda embarrassing, lol.) After about a year or so, I switch to Highlander:

I thought it offered the 'buff' look of Roegadyn, but with better expressions and emotes. (some Roegadyn emotes look a little goofy) And I love some of the intensity you can get out of some expressions

(Please don't read this as "Some body types look better than others" This is purely based on the games fixed racial animations/expression) I had a lot of dun designing for her, previously I'd only worked with more 'formal' 'cute', and even 'cool' designs for my other characters, so it was fun to branch out and try more 'intense' designs!

I learned a lot while working on this new design, and a bit of my design philosophy for making characters and outfits has shifted. I also think my shot composition has improved a lot since then, I use waaay less intense filters, and I think my new outfit designs actually look a bit better. But I think it's time for a new challenge, with the release of dawntrail, we now have a new character design to try, Female Hrothgar!

So this new design was really tough for me, Unlike the other races I've tried to design for the 'face' choice is way more important this time around, as hairstyle and other very features are locked to it. Also, the 'Hair color' effects your character's shoulder fur too. So hilights can look a little weird at times:

I was a little mixed on the eye color options, as that also works differently than other races. And then you have to worry about compatibility of hats. It was a little frustrating, but overall I'm pretty happy with the result.

I love that Female Hrothgar, has some of the intensity of highlander, with a more dynamic model like Roegadyn. It's a really fun character style to work with, and even with the more intense style and demeanor, there's still an inherent softness to some poses and expressions. So I can't wait to design more! (Next outfit is a dancer glam, it's non-modd, but slightly suggestive) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's pretty interesting to see how the same outfit can look fairly different depending on the race. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anyways, that's all for today, I don't know what the point of this tread was supposed to be, haha. I just like making character and outfits, and instead of just sharing screenshots, I wanted to talk about my why I made some changes, and what I was going for. Hopefully that came through in the text, writing this was a bit awkward, as I can think of hundreds of ways this could be misinterpreted. Yeah, I'm a guy who enjoys designing and dressing up female characters in the game, but I'm trying to be mindful about how I do it, and I've actually found it's actually quite fun to actually learn 'why' something looks nice, and experimenting with different styles. But I'm going to try to not over think it, I genuinely don't think this is one 'best look' in game or out, just various forms of self-expression. if you have any questions or comments, feel free to ask! I'm open to suggestions and critique as well, just keep in mind I'm still learning!

[knightinink]

Please tell me you ship pipbert if, do you allow hc of that ship? If so can you do any pipbert headcanons?

Oh my goodness anon, I certainly do! Pipbert is my absolute 2nd favorite Pip-ship (haha), & I love their relationship! I am hereby opening up the asks to Herbert as well!

Now lets see...

-Their relationship is a very soft & domestic one, so much so that people will tease that they're like a sweet old married couple. This will effectively cause them both to blush up a storm.

-Aesthetic of one has a small family while the other has a huge family? Absolutely. Herbert has, like, six other siblings? Seven? Pip's a little overwhelmed when he first comes to the Pocket family home, but with some reassurances, he eventually warms up to them. They're all extremely interested in the life of a blacksmith, begging Pip to tell them stories of his time in the forge, causing him to fluster, as no one has ever been interested in his life before, aside from Herbert. The latter just looks on with endearment, but will also shoo his siblings away when he can tell that poor Pip's becoming overwhelmed.

-Herbert was the one to teach Pip the ways of being proper when it came to dining to dressing and so on, which is why, during a shared dinner in their private flat, just the two of them, Pip does a double-take when Herbert sets his spoon down (on the wrong side) & picks up his bowl of soup, drinking straight from that. When the redhead catches Pip's bewildered expression, he has to stop himself lest he choke from laughter. "Just because we must be proper in public, my dear Handle, does not mean we must do so in private. Come now, you must want to do the same; indulge yourself!" & Pip can do nothing but laugh & pick up his bowl too. He can be his blacksmith apprenticed, marsh-raised, course & common self around Herbert & feel completely comfortable & safe.

-Because Pip is a hopeless romantic, I like to think he fell first. But due to the harsh criticism of homosexuality of their time, he kept it hidden & continued on his path to Estella. Herbert would eventually catch feelings as well, especially after he mastered the art of reading Pip like an open book & noticed his longward gazes of pure infatuation. Herbert would eventually confess first, to the absolute surprise of poor Pip, who thought it was only he who harbored such feelings, throwing him for a loop. He would worry about Estella & Clara, but Herbert calms him, comforting him that Estella would've been a wretched woman regardless of whether she married Pip or not, & that Clara already knew of Herbert's feelings, & was the one to convince Herbert to say something.

-Despite both being over 6-foot-tall, Herbert is a few inches taller than Pip, which drives the blond crazy.

-Pip is physically stronger than Herbert, due to his apprenticeship as a blacksmith. Herbert never says anything, but he secretly finds that fact very hot & has to do a double-take when he watches Pip lift something that would otherwise be very heavy with ease. Pip then feels embarrassed, remembering when Estella would equate his coarseness & unkemptness to an insult, leaving Herbert to reassure him that he loves this quirk of Pips, & that he shouldn't be embarrassed about something that is so impressive. "Don't listen to what that tarter has to say about you; she doesn't know you like I do."

-Biddy & Joe absolutely LOVE Herbert. When Pip brought him to meet his little family, they didn't care who their Pip loved, as long as he was happy & was treated right. (There's actually a fic about this that I absolutely LOVE that I'll link here!)

-They often go on little trips together (that they secretly call dates but no one needs to know that but them). Whether it be as close as a place within London or a visit to Kent, or as far as Egypt, it doesn't matter; they always enjoy themselves & each other's company.

-While writing this, I've been listening to a playlist of Ruth Etting, & I can't help but be reminded of these two, especially the song "Guilty". As for other songs, they are the epitome of "History Hates Lovers". They were roommates? Oh ho, yes they were! Roommates indeed!

-When Pip's having a bad day or week, Herbert will surprise him with strawberries, fresh from the country. He always jokes, asking if Herbert had to "ram another door in" to get them.

This was so fun to write, anon, Pipbert is such a sweet ship! Feel free to send more asks about them if you'd like!

(& if you have any ask requests about dip, Pip, Damien, & their respective families, feel free to stop by & drop an ask in my askbox!)

[angelicyoongie]

Tbh if I were the Lovesick mc I would’ve done a whole bunch of things.

Like make Jimin grovel when he pushed too far by telling him something like, “I was just putting an effort in to try and get along with everyone here because I hoped it would make everyone happy, but now that I can see what you’re really like I give up. I’m done trying, and I want you to know that it’s your fault. You are the one who ruined it for everyone here, so I hope you’re happy, because you’re dead to me now.” Even if it’s really mean sounding I would want it to hurt him for repayment of the poor treatment and it’s not like I could physically cause pain without repercussions on myself in that case.

Also, I just thought of this. But if the car was headed her direction in her escape that would mean it was coming from town. Why would she think that whoever was driving in the opposite direction from her goal would turn the whole ship around for her? I would not trust any car that wasn’t completely unrecognizable as a civilian vehicle. I think I’d sooner trust a random semi driver.

Ngl I was hoping that JK and/or Yoongi would get the kiss as they’re clearly much more likely to gain favor from her than the others. Also I just really wanna smooch Yoongi.

I hate to think that the only way the one sided happy ending is going to happen is through mentally breaking the mc. That there’s no real understanding going to occur between them all due to their own mental damage. At this point it seems near impossible for a happy ending, that breakage would be the only way she’d accept them, in a brainwash Stockholm Syndrome scenario. Especially to get to a point of intimacy.

You’ve sure scooped up a lot on your plate with this one, hun. Good luck with future chapters!

- a long time reader Anon 🌙

hello!!

see, i don't think that would really deter jimin that much?? it would hurt his feelings for sure, but i doubt he would grovel for forgiveness. he would likely just think "okay she says she hates me now, but that will change will time" - he would just assume he would be able to break her into liking him back over time. he's not as delusional as taehyung, but he still isn't well 😬

the MC was knocked out when they brought her to the cabin and i think it's fair to assume that the boys probably parked somewhere out of sight, as to not remind her of that possible escape route. there's no way for her to know what their cars look like :( even if the car was heading in the opposite direction you would assume a normal person would be willing to turn around if a panicked, thinly dressed and hurt woman ran out in front of their car, no? especially if she told them someone has been keeping her captive?

we all wanna smooch yoongi haha 🙈 the kiss was just a last ditch attempt to convince namjoon to help her, there wasn't more thought behind it than just pure survival.

my goodness, tell me about it lol 💀 there's no way to "redeem" the boys at this point and i don't want to go full stockholm syndrome either, but i'm hopeful that the things i have planned for the rest of the story will still make sense regardless!

thank you friend!! 💖💖

[a-very-dramatic-wedding]

*the following is a transcription of a reception toast. 5 identical brothers walk in front of the bride and groom’s table. the announcer introduces them as Karamatsu’s groomsmen.*

Hey, I’m Osomatsu, the eldest brother. I’m Choromatsu, the third eldest. i’m ichimatsu, the fourth eldest. JYUSHIMATSU MATSUNO, NUMBER 5! And I’m Todomatsu, the youngest brother!

So we’ve known Karamatsu for a pretty long time-

Uh, of course we have, we’re his brothers.

Well that just proves my point, haha! So of course we saw all the times he failed to get a date-

probably because most of those times were when we all failed to get a date.

Geeze, what’s with all of you interrupting me already? Well because you’re already saying stupid stuff. We’re at a wedding Osomatsu, our brother’s wedding. Shouldn’t we be taking it a bit more seriously? Eh, but weddings are supposed to be fun too, you know!

*Todomatsu takes the mic*

I’m sorry about them, let me just take the mic here.

Like the rest of my brothers, Karamatsu struggled greatly with getting… well, anybody. He’d always pose at them and say some really painful line, and they’d just ignore him. So when I saw him and Freedom talk for the first time… and when I saw that she didn’t immediately die from cringe at his presence… I knew there was something special about those two-

And you weren’t happy about that either. You just wanted his money because it was a bet for him to talk to her.

Excuse me-

But we’re happy that they got together anyway, right?

*the brothers all pause for a second*

Yeah… yeah I guess so. The first time Freedom came to our house and asked for him, we all immediately thought that he somehow got a girlfriend behind our back. It’s not like that would’ve been the first time. Yeah… but the last one was… unpleasant. Basically, we were all ready to kick his ass. But when she said she was only there to drop something off for him, man were we confused. She was there to drop off some art that she promised to him during the bet… which wasn’t any better for us! Like, she made you something herself?? That’s practically dating already!! So we still beat him up, haha!

those two were always hanging out together. even before they started dating karamatsu wouldn’t stop talking about her. Pfft, yeah, and he was always trying to flirt with her too. But he got friendzoned so hard that she started doing it back to him purely platonically! Well… I wouldn’t be surprised if she fully meant them. True; despite how obvious Karamatsu made it that he liked her, she was still scared to confess to him. And now look at them! Karamatsu, I know you’re barely resisting kissing her. Just do it! You’re married now-!

OSOMATSU-!

Now those two somehow bring out the best and worst in each other. Right?!? Like, they’re obviously obsessed with each other. Karamatsu’s really brought out a lot of confidence in Freedom, and Freedom’s… made him less dependent, oddly enough. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them frown when they’re in the same room either, unless one of us was pissing them off. But then they’re also so cheesy. Freedom started dressing like him, and I almost had to disown her as a friend. And Karamatsu talks about her nonstop. Like, we know you’re hopelessly devoted to her, talk about something else! Well you’re one to talk Totty. Eh?! And YOU’RE one to talk, Choromatsu-! But hey, what a problem to have, right?

Wait, guys, we’ve been talking a lot. Maybe we should wrap it up soon. Eh, we’ll get there. Basically, the fact any of us got married is a miracle. But the fact Karamatsu got married before the rest of us?? INCREDIBLE!! CRAZY!! We STILL can’t get over it! But, they do make each other happy, you can’t deny that. So Freedom, thanks for taking our brother in. You probably don’t need us to tell you how much he loves you-

But take it from us, you might be the best thing that’s happened to him.

Well, “might’s” a bit of an understatement to say at a wedding, Osomatsu-

Well, to Freedom too… welcome to the family… it’s nice to have you here now. Oh yeah, huh! Wait, does this mean we have a sister now?? That’s crazy-!

Osomatsu, we need to wrap it up.

Okay, okay, yeesh.

Karamatsu… nice job! You officially scored a girl! Congrats! You’ve officially gone up the social ladder! …nice, Karamatsu. HOME RUN KARAMATSU! Heh… congratulations Karamatsu.

HE’S OFFICIALLY LEFT NEET STATUS! NEET NO MORE! HUZZAH TO KARAMATSU! HUZZAH!

But also…

*the five brothers walk behind the bride and groom’s table, standing behind Karamatsu. they wack the back of his head in sync.*

HOW DARE YOU GET MARRIED BEFORE US?!?

*the brothers start laughing as Karamatsu’s silent from shock. he eventually starts laughing along with them. the 5 brothers return to their own seats, and their toast concludes.*

[onegirlatelier]

Parisian fabric stores and merceries (Part 1)

These are the fabric and haberdashery shops I visited during my first ever trip to Paris. I wrote 'Part 1' because I now know I'll be visiting fabric stores on every one of my trips to Paris haha but we cannot guarantee when Part 2 will happen.

Firstly, let me say that the staff I met were very friendly and patient with my broken French (I bet they’d rather I speak English haha, but I was determined to practice my French!) See the end of this article for some vocabulary that you might find helpful~ (Edit: I forgot to add the vocabulary. I will make a separate post on this.)

I was mainly concerned with natural silks and wools and looked at viscose and cotton fabrics for dresses too. Many of these shops did have a good range of polyester and upholstery (natural and synthetic) fabrics, though I tended to skip through these.

La Mercerie Parisienne

8 Rue des Francs Bourgeois, 75003 Paris

Mostly a mercerie. Huge range of buttons and ribbons. Fabrics, threads and yarns too (see their website). Good range of options made from natural materials. Generally it’s that kind of well-curated mercerie that is on the pricier side. But dear is it beautiful and well-stocked!

Ultramod

4 Rue de Choiseul, 75002 Paris

They have two stores opposite each other. One is a beautiful millinery shop, and the other is a mercerie. Huge range of very beautiful ribbons, though mostly synthetic. Also fabrics (thin polyester tissue fabrics) and other bits and bobs. They do carry Mokuba ribbons and receives quite some Japanese visitors for some reason (?). They have several boxes of white laces, including some antique ones that are in cotton. Most are polyester, no silk or wool.

Prices are fair, though not super cheap. Well worth a visit, especially if you are looking for millinery-related or interior décor stuff!

https://www.instagram.com/ultramodmercerieparis/

Marché Saint-Pierre

2 Rue Charles Nodier, 75018 Paris

Large fabric store in Montmartre with several storeys, with all kinds of fabrics, haberdashery and some yarns too. Silks come in several basic weaves in solid colours. Wools are in the usual wool patterns and solid colours, mostly grey and black. A few basic rainbow colours for wool crepes. They have a surprisingly nice stack of Tencel fabrics on the ground floor (coupons there too).

Decent prices for European wool. I got the last 1.65m of a medium-thick herringbone for 58 euros.

Tissus Reine

3-5 Pl. Saint-Pierre, 75018 Paris

Huge fabric store, similar to Marché Saint-Pierre, but slightly more organized and pricier (still reasonable). Good range of printed cotton (liberty and other brands) and some viscose. Silk comes in very limited weaves but if you are looking for dupioni, this is the place to go hahahaha. Most wools are 20% polyamide though you can find some pure wools too.  

Atelier Brunette Condorcet

40 Rue Condorcet, 75009 Paris

A young and boutique store for plant fabrics—mostly Tencel and other environmentally friendly choices in crepe or plain weave. A very limited range of soft, subdued solid colours and prints. They produce matching buttons for their fabrics, and some other bits and bobs too. Prices are beautiful during the sale season, otherwise on the pricier side.

I have bought three pieces from this store over the time and so far am very happy with them.

Tissus Market

18 Rue du Sentier, 75002 Paris

Badly organized and a grumpy store owner. Rolls of fabrics were leant against the wall, and every metre or so you find a label on the wall saying ‘laine’, ‘coton’, ‘garbadine’, etc. Viscose and polyester fabrics are mixed even though they are very different. It does have a large range of fabrics, and after an hour of digging I managed to find a fine piece of wool. In a moment of panic I forgot to ask the exact composition but the scrawl on my receipt suggested ‘pur laine’.

Tissus de Rêve

40 Rue de Cléry, 75002 Paris

I went to this store because it had some good reviews on Google. Tiny store with mostly silks and wools. Limited colour and types, but cheap.

The region where Tissus Market and Tissus du Rêve are situated seems to be a fabric region with many tiny cramped stores with no sorting system whatsoever and lots of young people—students or young designers I assume—shopping for fabrics. Prices are generally cheap but this is also reflected by the quality.

~~~In conclusion~~~

Paris is good for plain dark-coloured wools.

2. There is only a small range of silks and in outrageous prices. Growing up in the silk-producing region of China, I am too used to the huge range of top-quality and cheap silks there and will limit myself to buying silks only when I’m home in Shanghai.

3. Silk Jacquard does not exist???

4. Colours are limited and dim, even with summer fabrics. Great if you want basic solid colours, but it’s really hard to find more nuanced colours. The exception tends to be children’s fabrics.

Maybe I missed some stores? Did I automatically filter out the more expensive places?

[1d1195]

First of all bestie you could NEVER make me hate you especially over a silly hairstyle! And if people end be up hating on you for that… that’s not it lol also this is gonna part 1 of my ramble 😭

ANWAYS I’m in constant conflict with how I feel about that mullet HAHA at first I was like “a mullet?! WHY?” But then I saw the vision and kinda liked it😔 and rn I’m not sure tbh! BUT I’m not sure if it’s bc he’s HARRY and I’m just kind “blinded” by finding him attractive in general lol bc he’s definitely hot no matter what in my eyes so idk lol plus I fear I’m so use to seeing so many people have mullets (I guess it’s trendy now?!) that maybe I’m just not as big of a hater as I use to be lol btw I LOVED the visuals you gave! That tattoo roulette pic has me STUNNED the first time I saw it! And I kinda love you’re not an automatic lhh lover🤭 though I am a fan of when he had a middle part, like for when he did SNL so idk about my opinion lol

I simply am lowkey sick of my phone lately so idk wtf is going on lol though I love polls! It’s interesting what people are thinking! I genuinely don’t remember exactly what was the last poll I got to vote on but I remember clicking on a Sun kissed option and I was in the minority of votes 😭

SAM YOURE GONNA KILL ME WITH THAT BREEDING KINK!!! I will simply cease to exist whenever we get to meet that Harry😵‍💫 I truly love how you write your Harry’s like i simply can’t!!! And bestie I love when a man is begging and just groveling on the FLOOR for forgiveness!! Very excited 😌

Omg you’re of course one of those people!! Honestly I would have been more surprised if babies WEREN’T drawn to you lol I’m sure it’s just a vibe you give off like babies can see your pure and sweet heart! In another universe you most likely would have had your Honey moment or like a daycare moment! And omg that’s absolutely such an adorable moment and such a good concept 😭

Financial anxiety is so REAL! Especially since you mentioned how growing up it impacted you a lot! And growing up poor too, i totally get it!! It’s a very conflicting feeling lol

Omg bestie you don’t even KNOW how obsessed I was with fucking true crime and like paranormal stuff growing HAHAHA the true crime stuff now terrifies me now bc HELLO?!? But honestly some of these murder mystery books I got to reread again are kinda still a slay lol but the pottery stuff I got really into it in middle school and lowkey stopped reading it when the pandemic hit lol anyways finished sorting out some books so I will be donating them later this week!

Agree about the AC!! Growing up in school there was NO AC and we had to constantly suffer with the heat waves! Girl you’re like a young millennial which makes sense you would be drawn to that aesthetic and there’s nothing wrong with it! If it makes you happy then there’s no harm!

I always get so sad/worried when my dogs are slightly off bc I love them 😭 When I tell you the first thing encounter I had with my finaid office I fucking CRIED! Had to wait on a fuck ass zoom for almost two hours only for a MAN to tell me it was my fault(it fucking was a mistake on their end) and to just get loans and a payment plan was my HELL!!! My mom had to calm me down it was so embarrassing lol Anyways I loved that you gave that feedback and honestly very you and I love that!

I actually decided to shorten the black dress to like my mid thigh!! Sounds short but I’m not tall so it will look somewhat okay lol and the second one is actually a dark blue dress that shimmers when it hits a certain light! It looks black but it’s actually blue and I’m excited to wear it! That one will be slightly above the knee! And maxi dresses are cute! And I bet they look cute on you!!

Hope you had a lovely weekend! Hope it was restful and fun! ALSO I hope your week is starting well!! LOVE YOU!!!-💜

I'm putting a cut here because I wanted to warn anyone else that reads our pen pal letters that I'm going to talk about audio porn a little lol what an ENTRANCE to this message idk if you'll even be able to tell where my train of thought came from to introduce it like this 😂

Number one--obsessed with two part asks hehehe I love this for us. SAW THE VISION. I'm glad you saw it I haven't 💀 I think I def have this blindness as well but it's so trendy rn and I'm just NOT hear for it. If my bf got a mullet I would shave his head tbh. I just think his hair looked stringy and needed a wash and I haven't forgiven him for that 😭 I wash my hair every day because Harry and I actually have very similar hair and if I don't wash it every day it gets so greasy and gross (and before anyone comes for me I KNOW it's because I wash it every day 🙃 but I can't do it. I just feel better when I shower so what am I going to do? I do so little for my own self care ANYWAY)

I LOVE polling everyone. I think it's so helpful 😭 and I agree, knowing what everyone thinks really helps inform my decision and focus to write.

HEHEHEHE you may have already met that Harry Not to out myself here but I recently downloaded Quinn which is audio porn and it's *mwah* chef's kiss. It's giving me all kinds of ideas for Harry and I like to find the audios where the guy is all worshippy of the girl. Honestly, I don't even listen to it for the porn part I'm just here for the plot 😂 there's a couple brother's best friend's ones that have me salivating to write something. I'm AMPED.

I think in another life I probably will open a day care. I should have just taught elementary school the way the gods probably intended me to but alas. Knock on wood my group is... don't want to jinx it but I will say I'm not exhausted right now (at least not from teaching).

I'm not tall either so I get it. I love a shimmery dress! That sounds so nice! I've been getting tons of compliments on all my clothes recently so I like to believe I might be figuring out my own sense of style. Even the kids notice and think I look cute which is not the point but I think it's nice they notice because a lot of these kids are so trendy and adorable. One of my students from a couple years ago should have won best dressed. She could have worn a trash bag to soo. She was so adorable and I would ask for her opinion about what I should wear to chaperone prom/homecoming 😂

I hope you NEVER have to talk to financial aid ever again 💕

I had a slightly busy but good weekend. I was very productive and I'm trying to keep pace because I fear October is going to be busy as hell 🙃

I hope your week is going well too 💕 LOVE YOU!

[blog-reflection]

ONE / Twenty One - Amber’s

I am sorry. 

First day alone in my new life and I needed time for myself. Even though I had an awesome time with Jesse and Lucia, I do need to refill my social battery like, alot. That’s why I wasn’t able to get a new story out on the usual schedule. Nonetheless, life is doing pretty damn good so far, nothing to worry about. I can survive on my own, thanks to Jesse constantly saying I am. The night was chill, especially after that break out in the club. After I got Jesse safe and sound to the trainstation I took my bike and just rode it through the city constantly thinking…reflecting on the past months. I achieved a lot actually, kinda proud of myself not gonna lie. Moving here was the best thing I could have done. Regrets? Zero. Jesse and Lucia have been a great support in that time, especially Jesse. Having them around just makes life way more joyful than being all on your own. Meeting Sarah as the housekeeper is even better. Strange to say that to someone who’s as old as she is but we’ve been getting pretty close over the last few days considering the short notice. She made it clear that weekends like that shouldn’t accrue that often though. It’s not like she’s having an issue with us hanging ‘round her place but she kind of needs her alone time too. I promised her that she’ll get as much freetime as she want’s. I haven’t even celebrated my birthday and I will definitely not throw omega parties, I don’t even know enough people to get in contact with or even to go out. And I will not go alone in a club, that’s just sad.   

But that’s kind of it. Today I’ve been chilling in my apartment, taking in every last inch of the place so I get as familiar as I can. I love it, I really do. It’s cosy, I love the colours, all my plants. It’s pure cottage living with that tiny bit of modern style mixed into it. And on top all that new furniture. I was in desperate need of a new bed, and let me tell you, this one is big, flat and feels like a massive cloud. The only thing I miss from Dover is the huge ass window right in my room where my bed was. I loved it. I mean I bet my neighbours are happy they don’t have to see my naked ass cheeks pressed against them while I sleep but that’s a different story. I checked my phone since it started to make some noise. It’s Sarah, asking if I’d be able to get to the Ambers since the package she wanted to claim yesterday hasn’t arrived yet. And yes, Sarah is down stairs and could walk easley up to Ambers herself but since I wanted to get some stuff for the evening I said it’s no big deal. So I got up, dressed in some plain white joggers and an oversized mixed coloured jumper. I looked like I’d be sleeping under the bridge, like a messy, but classy kind of homeless person. I love it. I got downstairs with my backpack and walked to Ambers. It’s not a long walk, maybe five minutes down the road. I took my phone with me and listened to some music while walking. I opened the door once I arrived and the little bell attached to the door started to ring. 

Amber: Ahhh James, Hi. How may I help you

Okay, what now? How did they know who I am? I mean, they aren't even here yet.

James: Yeah I ehm, sorry what? Amber: Haha, you’re funny. James: Ehm, thank you? Amber: Soo, how may I exactly help you? James: Oh right yeah, Sarah sends me regarding… Amber: Oh yeah one second I’ll get the parcel.

Oh my god. This place is literally freaking me out. Amber’s constantly knowing what I am about to ask. So strange. 

Amber: All right, that would be Sarahs. Anything else? James: Oh thanks, actually I’d like some buns and that one right here? Sorry I can’t read it.

The sign displayed some words I simply wasn’t able to read. It wasn’t a cake, but also not a cupcake, but it looked sweet. I’ve never seen something like that before to be honest.

Amber: All right. Here are your buns as well as one of our house specials. That would be… five pounds sixty. James: Yo what? That’s all? Amber: I mean, you can give us more if you want. I mean it’s not like you have to pay rent or anything.

Okay stop it. Never can she know that I get my apartment paid for. How could she know? It makes zero sense at all. I just paid my bill, grabbed my bag and the parcel and walked back home while talking with Lucia on the phone.

Discord call 

Lucia: Ciao amore James: Ciao Lucia, hai un minuto per me? Lucia: Sì, come va? James: Oggi hai un evento molto strano. Lucia: Spill. The. Tea! James: So I was in that Amber's place and… Lucia: Let me guess, they know you even though you’ve never been there? Happens babe. James: Yeah. I mean how? This is like next level craziness going on there. I felt that Amber was such a creeper. Lucia: Amber’s are…a strange place I agree, never liked going there. You just need one friend or person that you know and have them goin in into an Amber. James: Yeah but I don’t get it. Who would have told them that I was James? Lucia: Maybe Sarah told them? Or maybe Jesse? WAIT? Have you said Amber, like the person working there was called Amber? James: Yeah why? Lucia: Yeah okay listen, All Amber’s have one employee called Amber, who is in direct bloodline to the Amber family. James: So what? Lucia: Amber’s are the worst. Like literally the worst. They observe everything, know everything, and tell everyone. You could literally go to an Amber’s in Scotland and they would know your deal. Jesse: That sounds illegal if I am honest. Lucia: Let’s just say, Ambers is a massive grey zone. Docent of people have been complaining but the police never really find anything. Apart from that, it’s a business for them. You can go there for information about a special person. Chances they know them is like ninety nine percent. It’s a trade though. You offer them information they don’t know in return to info you need. James: Jesus Crust that sounds freaky! Did you ever need that? Lucia: Once but it wasn’t worth it. Honestly, maybe try avoiding them. James: Thanks for the tip but I don’t think I can. The next post office is miles away. I’m way faster going there. Lucia: Alright è non problema. James: Nonetheless, grazie amica, tutto bene. Lucia: Ottimo, ciao, buonasera!!! James: Ciao!

Alright. I opened the door and went inside, put Sarah’s parcel on the desk on the floor and went into my room. I hit up Alexa and played some wild tomorrow land music to dance the house down while opening a bottle of lillet. Thriving in the beat I was once again in my element. To be honest, I had way more moves in my room than in the beast and prey. I hit up some music videos of fireworks on my TV and let the show start. 

Later that day, well night by now, I made myself some food. I’ve thrown some fries and chicken nuggets into the oven and waited twenty minutes until all of them were done. I poured in another glass of lillet and finished it off with some berries, placed myself in the bed, laid down while eating and stared at the ceiling. My fairy lights were the only proper light source I had and I loved it. It took me about ten minutes till I annihilated all the fries and nuggets before the beat dropped and went back to dancing and jumping. I also almost finished the entire bottle of lillet and to be honest I kind of started feeling the alcohol . 

I’ve decided to call it a shot and get some rest. The last week has been a lot and I still feel like my social battery is killing me. Nonetheless I am happy to be here. But for now I just switched Alexa to play my favourite podcast while brushing my teeth and going to bed. 

About half was into the episode I’ve fallen asleep.

[antihero6912]

2023.

Oh what a year it's been.

Dear Diary,

it blows my mind that this year is already coming to an end. We started off strong with getting two wedding dates set and going wedding dress shopping right at the beginning of January. Fell in love with a dress instantly, had too much time to look at the pictures so I started regretting it haha but it was awesome trying on dresses with my two best friends and my mom. We went skiing in good old Veysonnaz right after, we had an amazing house with a jacuzzi overlooking the alps.

We celebrated our 9 year anniversay as an engaged couple and I went to my very first ITB, which was great to see but also very scary because my mom went in to surgery when I was stuck in Berlin and I worried all through my meetings. Luckily everything turned out good and she was able to fly to Spain with us a few weeks later. My entire family went on a cruise starting from Mallorca to celebrate my moms 65th birthday and we had the absolute best time just being together and travelling Europe. The silent party was so much fun and I will never forget all of us dancing and singing on the deck.

For the first time in my life I bought my own tennis racket haha. Ran 5k for work, had a pretty good Bachelorrette Party (honestly expected more but it is what it is) and we finally got married July 15th. We had perfect weather all day and I only cried a little bit lol. We went to Hamburg on a little mini honeymoon to see the Harry Potter theatre and to the ocean right after just enjoying being together and celebrating my new last name. My sister in law moved and I got to spend an entire day at the zoo with my niece. Went to my first german football league game, celebrated Sabs wedding and then, after 13 years of me travelling to her, my host sister finally got to come to Germany and spend 2,5 weeks with us right before our wedding. We travelled to Netherlands and all around Germany and we absolutely loved showing them everything and how we live our lifes here.

September 16th, 2023 we got married. We partied. We danced all night. We did shots. My brother gave a speech which made me cry for an hour straight. My dad must have LOVED seeing us that way. He was dearly missed but we danced with and for him.

Our honeymoon to the maldives finally filled that gap that I have been feeling since leaving the maldives. I honestly could go back every single year. The only thing I hated was flying through Qatar and us having to spend almost 200 bucks on a bunk bed on our last night due to our lay over being 9 hours haha. I turned 30 looking at dolphins and I was so happy. We bought a new sofa (finally) and Sab got pregnant but did not tell me for the better part of 9 weeks. This made me really sad given that she claims to be my best friend and I always thought it would be a "I think I'm pregnant" text and then testing but it is what it is.

In October our entire firm went to Rhodes and I cannot remember the last time I laughed that much, drank that much, danced that much and sang that much. It was a pure party for 3 days straight with barely any sleep and I loved it so much. It was the best trip ever and I wish we could have one like that every year.

H and I went to see my brother and his family for my nephews party and then him and the boys came to visit us and stay with us for three nights, which was awesome. Between all that, I finally managed to go back home for Thanksgiving and I am happy to finally have experienced that. I've been wanting to go back for that holiday for ever and now I know I did not miss out on anything haha We still had an amazing time together though.

All in all, it was a great year with a few downs but a lot of ups. Turning 30 is not too bad and I love being married to my best friend :)