#baby shower photoshoot ideas

[indianparentingblog]

Creative Baby Shower Photoshoot Ideas by Indian Parenting Blog

Capture the joy of your baby shower with these creative photoshoot ideas from Indian Parenting Blog:

1.       Traditional Theme: Incorporate traditional Indian attire, decorations, and rituals to celebrate your cultural heritage.

2.       Outdoor Garden Party: Utilize natural light and beautiful greenery for a fresh, vibrant backdrop.

3.       Mom-to-Be Silhouette: Highlight the baby bump with elegant silhouette shots against a glowing sunset.

4.       Floral Decor: Adorn the setting with colorful flowers for a soft, dreamy look.

5.       Props and Accessories: Use props like baby shoes, ultrasound photos, and baby clothes to add a personal touch.

6.       Family Involvement: Include family members and close friends to capture the shared joy and excitement.

7.       DIY Photo Booth: Set up a DIY photo booth with fun props and themed decorations for candid shots.

Celebrate this special occasion with these delightful and memorable baby shower photoshoot ideas, ensuring cherished memories for years to come.

[klicpic-blog]

10 Creative Baby Shower Photoshoot Ideas at Home

A baby shower is a special celebration for you, the mom-to-be. Your family and friends gather to congratulate you and shower you with gifts and blessings for your soon-to-be-born baby. It’s also a time for you to share your excitement about your baby’s arrival with your loved ones.

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 special present- Jungkook birthday special!

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content: Jk´s birthday, lingerie, passionate sex, praise regarding body, fluff, vibrator usage, oral, cute dinner date, aftercare talks, established relationship, shit ton of kisses, petnames galore

note from cherry: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFIE U R 27 NOW!!! i love my sexy man guys help .... ignore typos thanks ily!

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first september 2024, Jungkook´s twenty-seventh birthday.

On this day, 27 years ago an angel was born, a lover, a gentle heart with a passionate soul. He was given to this earth as a gift, someone to create happiness through art, someone to share laughs and looks with. Someone that has been by your side for four years now, blessing your every morning with his face and little kisses, blessing your every night with his arms and whispers

There is nothing that comes close to being loved by Jungkook, nothing that remotely compares to the feeling of his reassurance, his little messages throughout your day or the flowers he would bring home because they reminded him of you.

Equally, there is nothing that you wouldn´t do for him. He´s your entire heart and you´re his, his smile, his reason to keep going when he feels less than enough.

In comparison to what he does for you, standing in the kitchen for hours on his birthday just to cook him a nice pasta and lots of side dishes plus some little deserts is not nearly as difficult

It was your idea to cook for him, knowing how much he loves at home dinner dates with a cozy movie, he refused at first, not wanting you to push yourself for him

He knew all to well you would go all out for this occasion,

"Lets just go to a restaurant ma, i want you to relax"

Managing to persuade him with the mention of traditional carbonara and oreo cream cookies, he still had to attend a photoshoot before returning home

six hours later, the kitchen is set, candles and a big box on the table along all the delicious food, moodlights on

Jungkook hates the big overhead lamp, so you turned that off immediately

Now it´s time to rush for a shower, quickly drying your hair and putting on the smallest amount of make up to look extra cute, even though you know he loves your bare face the most.

"Baby! Happy birthday kook!" your grin spreads over your lips, jumping to hug him as soon as he comes through the door, his woody sweet scent staining your sense

he hugs you back, wrapping his strong arms around your delicate body, smiling to himself like he had never been happier,

"thank you angel, smells so good here" he replies, holding on to your waist and nuzzling his nose to yours

you kiss him gently, savoring the softness of his lips on yours

"mhm, I hope it tastes good too" you hum, stepping into the kitchen to take out some champagne from the fridge, he takes off his shoes and jacket, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your figure again,

his head drops to your neck, burrying himself in your scent and velvet smooth hair while you fill two glasses with the sparkling alcohol

"I´m sure it does, you´re the best cook cutie" he mumbles into your hair, kissing your cheek while rubbing your sides softly

"let´s eat, you must be so hungry kook" you giggle, turning around to cup his face

The both of you spend the next hour or so eating the home cooked goods, his little stims and groans of appreciation lighting up your heart, the way his large, veiny hands grip the tiny chopsticks, flinging them around with the first bites to show how good it tastes to him

With a few last bites on the vanilla lotus cake, he sighs, rubbing his stomach

"Woah, I´m so full. Thank you angel, come here" he smiles, patting his thigh

You walk over immediately, plopping down on his lap with your arms around his neck, one hand caressing his cheek softly,

"so glad you liked it baby" you say, kissing his nose to which he scrunches it up, placing a kiss to your lips instead

"Wanna open your present?" his brown doe eyes light up, his head nodding excitedly,

the black, ribbon wrapped box is already in his hands before you can register what´s going on, slender fingers moving to unwrap it while both of you stare in anticipation

The box opens, two things inside and the look on his face is priceless, weeks of saving up and hiding your little secret is finally worth it

He gasps, taking the expensive film camera out of the box,

"there´s no way" he says, stars in his eyes shining when he spins the packaging around, setting it down on the table and cupping your face

"My baby.. you really got me this? But that´s so much money my love"

you nod, smiling and caressing his shoulder, "Don´t worry about that.. look how happy you are! that´s worth every cent"

He starts kissing you with the same grin still planted on his lips, moving his mouth against yours sweetly,

"thank you, you're the best" he whispers, resting his forehead on yours

"There´s one more thing in there" you gesture to the box, he hums, taking out the stüssy hoodie you knew he had been eyeing, eightball logo as the backprint on the black, comfy material

He folds it back up, with a peck to your nose his hands wander back down to your waist

"thank you cutie, I´ll wear it all the time and think of you"

the sounds of kissing fill up the kitchen, softly savoring each others company and leaving behind the rest of the world when you keep feeling his passion grow in the kisses, moving his hands to your ass, squeezing it firmly and moaning quietly into the desperate kisses

" I have something for you" he says suddendly, pulling away from your lips, glazed swollen mouth luring you back in

Confused, you tilt your head, playing with some of his strands,

"For me? On your birthday?" you frown, but he just kisses it off, making both of you giggle,

"Let me show you" with that, you're hoisted up in his arms, his hands full of your ass and your legs snug around his slim waist, walking up the stairs to the bedroom

He gently sets you down on the bed, moving over to his closet and pulling out a shopping bag from behind his jackets,

"Jungkook.. why?" you pout, his selfless nature making you feel terrible but loved all at once,

with a sly look, he hands you the bag,

"Look inside, it's a present for myself but with your help" his arms lay back, tricep flexing while his gaze sharpens when you pull out a tiny, fluffy white set of lingerie

Your mouth is hung open, looking at him with pink cheeks and disbelief to which he smirks,

"Come on, baby, there's two more. Pick you're favorite so i can fuck you in it" he says, watching as you nervously pull out a trqnsparent pink nightdress and a black, shiny bralette with matching lace bottoms

"Kook oh my god" you giggle, hiding your face beneath your hands,

He responds by prying your hands away immediately, his eyes burning through you with lust, lips finding your jawline

"Tell me pretty.. which one?" he repeats in a sweet whisper,

"You pick...s'your birthday" already begining to moan and crave his touch more,

He pushes you down onto the bed, sliding down your pants and panties,

"Pink.. you look so good in everything but fuck, when i saw that little pink dress i knew i had to buy it for you" he mutters, pulling your shirt over your head before lifting your torso to unclasp the bra you're wearing

Bare, needy and flustered sprawled out on the bed before your fully clothed, erect boyfriend.

He groans softly, running his hands down your stomach, "you're beautiful, i need you so bad baby, you have no idea"

You've never felt more beautiful than in this moment, the love and adoration in your boyfriends eyes making you feel like there was no one who could compete, naked and vulnerable but secure and cared for all at the same time

"Kook.. please, i need you too" you're rubbing your thighs together for the tiniest bit of relief

He reaches back to the pink lingerie, "arms up angel"

You listen well, he pulls the soft fabric over your body, stopping right below your feminity

The fabric is see through, round breasts on full display below, the curve of your waist exentuated by the flow of it,

"You can't even imagine how beautiful you are, you make me crazy baby"

His lips muffle your moans, making out slow but intense while he explores what he has come to know better than anything else the past years, running his hands all over your curves and finding your stiff nipples to rub through the fabric

"Nhmm kook.. please take this off" you mumble between whines, tugging at his shirt

He smiles, "anything for you" discarding the calvin klein top somewhere on the floor, followed by his jeans that are dragged down, leaving him in his grey boxers that posess a small patch of precum

"You're so pretty" you tell him, genuinely in awe at his state, messy long mullet making his doe eyes stand out, honey colored skin decorated with tiny moles and that unfairly small waist,

Muscular thighs flexing when he crawls back over you, his tattooed arm reaching down to caress your inner thighs,

"thank you sweetheart" he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before his head hovers over your chest, looking up to you

Your head is tilted down, keeping eye contact while your lips quiver and your hands get lost in his hair,

Slowly, his tongue darts out, licking over your clothed nipple and monitoring your moans become louder, the heat rushing to your face

"Mnhm!" you whine, shutting your eyes but he only latches on more, sucking with a satisfied smirk, alternating between breasts to distract from his hand that creeps to your wet cunt, cupping it with little rubs

"Wanna pound this little pussy" his words shoot to your core, raspy and desperate in the way he says them

You nod pathetically, not in the state to give proper replies anymore

He manhandles you to be pushed back legs up on his shoulders, exposing yourself to him entirely

He smiles down to you, pumping his length a few times before lining up to your soppy entrance,

"Ready angel?"

you give him a reqssuring smile to which he kisses your lips while pushing himself in inch by inch, gliding his whole cock desperately into your wamrth

"so tiny, so snug everytime" he says, licking over your lips while slowly thrusting into you,

"you feel so good kook, faster please" you're whining, nightgown bunching up with every thrust, the see through material making each rock of your body look like a work of art, complentary to your skin tone, pointing out the blush on your cheeks

He looks down at you, one arm steady on your hip while the other is caressing one of your legs on his shoulder,

"You're so beautiful, i can't last long like this baby" he's a mess, moaning loudly and fully entranced with your body and voice, the clench of your cunt sucking him in, his tip is throbbing, hitting deep within you

Jungkook already feel his orgasm about to hit him, just when he wants to pull out to pleasure you instead, you stop him,

"Please kook, cum first, cum all you want, keep going until you can't" you're whining, looking at him with pleading eyes and he can't help but curse, continuing to fuck into you harder,

His cum splurts inside of you, he pushes it in with a couple more strokes, panting while his cock is still hard and pulsating in your cervix

He pulls out, leaning down to kisw your clit

"Let me make it up to you pretty" reaching for the nightdrawer, you knew exactly what was about to happen

With the small pink toy between his tattooed fingers, he tells you to sit on his cock,

You let yourself down on him with a loud moan, this new angle making you feel him even deeper, desperate to start grinding on him

He's moaning too, still sensitive from the prior orgasm, nonetheless, one hand grips your hip as you start rocking back and forth with his dick stuffed deep inside you

The other one switches on the toy, pressing the buzzing nub to your clit

"Oh fuck kook" you're a mess now too, rapidly humping on his dick and rubbing your clit against the little vibrator on it, his eyes close, feeling your walls clamp down on him with every hasty roll of your hips

He's groaning, moving the hand from your hip to one of your tits, playing with it

"Gonna cum! S'too much baby i'm gonna cum" you warn him, grinding having switched to bouncing up and down on his thick length, his cum from earlier covering his cock, spilling down from your pussy along with your own slick

He feels his own high approaching, encouraging you to keep going a little longer while he keeps pressing the toy on your abused little clit

"Okay..okay cum now baby, cum with me" he whines, once he feels you loosen around him, a string of whimpers leave your lips aswell

He switches the toy off, snapping his hips into you from below and finally cumming himself, filling you to the brim with all that he has left in him

"Mhm.. god that's so good.. so good baby.." he says, chest rising from the intensity,

You collapse on top of him with a weak, satisfied smile,

"Awh... pretty girl" he coos, flipping both of you to the side so he can wrap you in his arms and pull out,

Your head nuzzles back from him to look at his pleased face, stroking his naked chest with your small fingers,

"I love you so much" you tell him, pressing sweet kisses to his neck,

He feels heavenly right in this moment, wrapped up with the love of his life on his birthday, pleased and in the confines of his own home

"I love you more angel..thank you for the amazing birthday" he says, stroking your hair and pressing small kisses to his head

"Happy birthday baby, you deserve it" you reply, smiling against his skin

You can feel the cum begin to run down the inside of your legs, sticking to your skin,

They feel weak and sore, so you do what you usually do,

"Baby? Do you mind helping me clean? It feels sticky" you cringe your face Upwards, upon noticing it he smiles, nodding and moving to lay you flat on your back, pulling the nightdress down after

You think it's because he's gonna dress you in your pj's after cleaning you up, instead, his hands fumble with the fluffy white lingerie

"Kook?" You ask curiously

"What's up angel?" non chalantly, he moves over you to dress you in the small panties,

"What are you doing?" you're kicking your legs, chuckling at his behavior

Should have known he isn't done after you only came one time

He smiles too, holding you still and struggling to put on the panties to your body,

"There's two more sets baby, let me eat you out nicely, you only came once" he says, kissing your ankle

without wanting to protest and just getting ready to recieve your pleasure, you smile, already spreading your legs for him to creep in between

"You drive me crazy" you tell him with a lick of your lips

"If only you knew" he says, moving to work himself up to put on the matching bra

[brattyboy]

Set, Camera, Action

Requested - San Choix Male Reader - Word Count: 1,241 words - MDI

Synopsis: Y/n is a renown model and actor, who rose to fame especially after being revealed to some of the media as San's in secret husband. It was another busy day filled with filming and photoshoots until your husband passed by urgently after seeing your latest magazine photos in lingerie clothes. A matter which he quoted needed "urgent intervention".

"Why is it that I have to share your beauty with others when it's mine to keep?"

He whispered softly as he was tracing kisses along your neck. You were already used to his possessiveness and you both knew that it was during those moments that you would express your love the most to each other. Here you were gripping on his arms trying to make too much noise as he devours you slowly pressing you further, your back against the wall.

"S-san... Let's solve this issue at home~ P-please..."

You tried to stop and convince him, too afraid to get caught in such an intimate moment. After all, everyone knew about the dynamics between you two but neither of you could make it public as to preserve your public image.

"This time I'll make sure everyone knows whose name you scream every night. I'll give them a freebie of my own show~"

He said as he tossed you over the couch beside the dresser mirror. You didn't even bother to resist his desires because seeing him all dominant as he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt only fueled your drive.

"God you look just way too good in those~ It would be a shame to tare them apart, but you know I like to solve my business skin-to-skin~"

He whispered softly as he approached your face leaving nearly no distance between you too. Gazing at your lips he couldn't hold back from biting your lower lip before fully attacking them. This only led you to respond as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer and allowing him to enter deeper inside your mouth, both of your tongue swirling and twirling for dominance.

"Take those off... Let me touch you, San... Please..."

You pleaded with begging siren eyes, and who was he to say no to your requests? He skillfully discarded his shirt, putting on display his well-sculpted figure, from chest, to abs, to arms and shoulders. A piece of art only for you to worship and adore. You lifted your back up as you gently started placing kisses along his chest, while your hand was palming his evident tent. You let your hand slip inside feeling him, veiny, girthy and erect, you just knew you were about to receive a good dicking. That's when a cocky idea came to your mind as you leaned near his ear to whisper.

"Daddy must have been really tired lately~ How about I help you relax a little? All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show~"

"Fuck... Y/n... You better take responsibility for what's about to happen tonight... If you keep going at it I might not be able to go easy on ya~"

"But who ever said I wanted you to?"

You replied with a smirk as you pushed him back up and kneeled down on your knees between his thighs. God you were looking so fuckable to him right but he knew that good things are always saved for the last. He contemplated your swiftly moves as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing his erect dick slapping against his abs. You grabbed between your hands kissing the tip gently and showering it with licks. San couldn't hold himself from hissing at your maneuvers.

"Baby quit the teasing or else I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

He threatened as he grabbed your hair, that's when you knew that you were better off gaging over his cock than test his limits. Your mouth engulfed fully with all its might, hitting the back of your throat. His size really did match his name - mountain. You would be lying if you didn't acknowledge the pleasure you felt knowing that you were the only one capable of turning this cocky beast into a needy moaning freak with just your mouth. Your pace gradually increased all thanks to San's forced mouth-fucking, his thrusts slowly became erratic and you could already taste his precum flooding out. That's when he pulled out huffing and looked down at you while he was slightly drenched in his sweat. He leaned in giving your clothed pussy a loud smack before commanding you.

"Face down on the couch and ass up now."

It was finally time for the part you've been waiting for. After all your hole has been aching and itching since the start of this make out session and you both knew what was needed to solve this issue. You followed his commands while deliberately discarding your pants, leaving your pussy on full display. San kneeled down his face right in front of your gaping your hole, holding both butt cheeks between his hands, he leaned forward as he slowly intruded his tongue inside, devouring every taste he would get.

"S-san your tongue is going at it a l-little too strong~"

You moaned out trying to catch your breath as he was eating you out, but let's be real, he couldn't care less. He kept on savoring every lick of your ass as if it was an open feast. Once he felt that your hole has become loose enough, he got up and positioned his dick facing your entrance. You could feel his tip teasing you slowly as he pushed it in and out, allowing you to slowly adjust to what was about to happen.

"Won't you ram it up my ass already?"

You asked unconsciously in a bitchy tone, and it was at that moment that San slammed himself fully into you, causing you to let out disrupted pleas and moans every time he thrusted into you. Despite having done it so many times, his size would never fail to amaze you. The feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls as he used you as his own fleshlight was all you needed to reach ecstasy.

"Fuck y/n your walls are so warm I might melt inside of you~ You like feeling my cock molding your insides as I please my little sex toy, don't you? Now tell me, who's the only one capable of taming that slutty pussy of yours hm? Tell everyone who makes sure to keep you filled up every night~"

He started moaning aloud making sure the neighboring rooms were able to hear him. He was gradually increasing his pace and sinful moans and skin claps filled the room. He eventually grabbed your hands holding them steady in one hand and gripped on your hips with the other. That's when the beast within him awoke as he pounded you mercilessly and at an animalistic pace.

"Only you S-san... You're the only one who can make me feel this g-good~ I'm only made to satisfy daddy's pleasures and n-nobody else's~"

"Fuck yeah bitch~ Good thing you know where you stand around here~"

You two went on about it until you felt your climax piling up which lead you to spurt out all of the stored cum you had - trust me you went overboard with that. Which also led you to unintentionally clench too hard on San's cock, pushing to cum and fill you up on the spot. Both of you eventually fell forward drenched in cum and sweat as you caught your breaths and drifted away, your arms surrounding each other's bodies. Let's just say that after this, nobody even bother to check up on you having known the show that was rolling inside.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Love when You Do that Hocus Pocus to Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

Setting: Commonwealth (post series, no France)

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Summary: Daryl gets pampered. He just thought he didn’t want it. Until he did.

A/N: Thank you for the idea, dearest @lazyneonrabbitt ! I’m so happy to have written something, even if it is a tiny drabble. 🩵 (The newest photoshoot may have had a hand in this as well)

*gif is not mine

Daryl curled his lip, the soft fabric of the hotel robe feeling odd against his clean skin. He’d never understood pampering oneself in such a manner but would take any and all of your attention even if it meant letting you brush his steadily growing hair. Apparently that’s exactly what it meant that day; a shower, hair brushing, goatee trimming, the works. 

Apparently, it’s just the kinda thing that happened when he let Princess accompany you as a last minute replacement for a run when he needed to oversee a patch up of a potential wall breach. 

“Never again.” He grumbled. The robe was irritating and the silk boxers even more so, but he’d walk on a bed of hot coals for you. If this was what you wanted to do on his day off while Jude and RJ stayed at Carol’s, then he’d entertain it. 

It sucked that you were all business in the shower though. Your naked body had been pressed against him as you scrubbed his scalp and thoroughly washed him, only chuckling when he had instantly grown hard in anticipation of what he thought he was about to get. 

“Down, boy.” You had said, spinning him away from you by his shoulders in order to wash his back. 

“Tease.” He muttered. Daryl glanced up toward the stairs, hearing your muted footsteps, the padding of bare feet on what was likely cold flooring that winter afternoon. What were you doing up there? 

With a mumbled utterance of colorful words, he crossed his ankles on the coffee table and focused on the scents coming from the kitchen; the venison stew you knew he loved so much. The one recipe you had created without Carol’s assistance and subsequently his favorite meal. 

“Okay, time for lunch.” He heard you say just after the top stair creaked. 

“Y/N, why I gotta wear this—” If it were possible for his eyes to leave his skull, they would have been on the floor. Your own robe was left untied, open just enough to sway backward as you moved to reveal your nudity. Your towel dried hair had been combed, your skin shining with what was undoubtedly the lotion you had found on the same outing. He inhaled the scent of strawberries even with the distance between you. Before he could utter another word, you had disappeared into the kitchen. 

Daryl was quick to spring into action, feet on the floor with hands pressed into the cushions to push himself to his feet. The kitchen table would be as good a place as any to take advantage of what you were so openly offering. He froze when your voice rang out. 

“Don’t you move, Daryl Dixon!”

“How did—” 

“Sit.” You ordered, sauntering into the room with a bowl of stew in your hand. Reluctantly obeying, he groaned, the sway of your hips and bounce of your breasts absolutely torturing him. “I said lunchtime.” You grinned. Before he could form a coherent thought, you were straddling his thighs, cooling the soup with long exhales through perfectly puckered lips. 

“You’re tryin’ to kill me, ain’tcha?” He growled, large hands resting on your hips. “Sorry, doll, but ain’t no such thing as life insurance anymore.” You laughed, all teeth and crinkled corners of your eyes; god, you were beautiful. 

“Be quiet.” You snorted, raising the spoon toward his mouth. 

The archer balked. “The hell?” 

Clicking your tongue in admonishment, you shook your head. “It’s all about you today.” 

“Could’a fooled me.” He muttered, eyes squinting. Lil’ she-devil.

“Oh, hush, grumpy gills, and let me spoil you.” Pressing the utensil against his lips, you pouted. “Come on, baby. I went through a lot of trouble planning all this.” When he didn’t relent, you rolled your hips over his quickly hardening length. “Sooner you finish this, the sooner you get dessert.” Your mouth morphed into a sultry grin that elicited a groan from somewhere deep within his chest. “Aren’t you hungry?” 

Clearing his throat, he swallowed hard. “I could eat.”

Daryl had his fill of dessert that day—and night—and even got some apple pie too. 

[chaethewriter]

exes

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack bump into your exes while visiting your hometown.

Word count: 2,7k

Warning: english isn't my first language, hurt to fluff!!, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: another Jack oneshot!! Check my other one out as well "ghost of you". Enjoy reading <3

You and your boyfriend Jack were currently visiting your hometown. With his press tour being done and finally having some free time on his hand, he decided to spend his free time with you by coming with you to visit your childhood friends and family. He had met most of them before, during your birthday. The two of you stayed at your parents' house, your room being untouched from following college elsewhere. You had a bed big enough for two people, so you and Jack could fit just perfectly. Your father disapproved of this idea, though, as he was still your little girl. But Jack was your boyfriend, and you wanted to be in his arms as you slept.

The morning after you arrived, you decided to go out with him. Just a silly little date with your boyfriend. He was having none of that, though. "Baby, can't we just stay here?" His body was basically suffocating as he rested on your body, his cheek against your chest as his feet almost dangled off your bed because of his height. You chuckled as you stroked his head, your fingers running through his curls, making him smile from feeling so content just like this. "Come on, it will be fun! We can have breakfast at this little cafe and visit this huge toy store, Lego date?" He removed his cheek from your chest as he looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "okay yes lets do that!" He practically rolled off of you as he took his tanktop off. A grin was plastered on your face as you whistled, admiring his muscles.

He grinned in return as he took his towel from the heater. Before leaving for the bathroom, he didn't forget to press a loving kiss against your lips.

You stood in the bathroom as you did your eyeliner, your face close to the mirror, as you were too focused on your makeup that you didn't notice your boyfriend entering the room. He still had his towel around his waist as the water dripped from his locks. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hands on your hips as he watched you from the mirror.

"You're still not done?" You asked when you noticed that he was shirtless, even though he had showered first. "I was doing a short morning workout. What am I allowed to wear today, milady?"

He asked with a chuckle, referring to the fact you always complained about his outfit looking too millennial. He did look hot in the clothes offered to him for photoshoots and interviews, but outside that, it was horrendous. How did you fall in love with him? Probably because of his goofy self because it definitely wasn't because of his style. You closed the cap of your eyeliner before you turned your head and looked up at him, locking your eyes. Jack leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and pulled away to answer his question, "I love that brown sweatshirt on you with the beige straight leg pants. Also, you aren't sweaty from your workout?" Your hands ran over his skin as you asked. He was burning hot but not sticky. "It was a very light workout, so I will be okay. Thank you, babe!" He pressed another kiss to your lips before walking off to your room to change. You shaked your head with a chuckle. A 'light workout' in Jack's eyes meant pushups, situps, and lots of silly air punching. It was okay, though, you love him. A lot. He was an amazing boyfriend. Caring, clingy, funny, and he made you feel like the happiest girl on earth, even if his style was a little weird. His handsomeness was definitely a plus. Jack was basically the package. You couldn't ask for anything more.

You looked into your makeup mirror one last time to see if you didn't look weird. Jack watched as you did so, walking up to you and standing next to you, "You look amazing, you know? There is nothing wrong!" He had turned the mirror away from your face, making it face himself as he did his famous chad face in the reflection. You laughed out loud as you took your phone out to snap a quick picture of his reflection. Once downstairs, you put your leather jacket and boots on before greeting your parents as the two of you left. Jack was indeed wearing the outfit you recommended, with a trench coat on top as it was still a little windy. Your arms were wrapped around his biceps as the two of you walked towards the cafe. It wasn't too far away, though, and walking like this with your boyfriend by your side made you feel content. You couldn't be happier.

Jack held the door open for you, and you couldn't help but blush. He was such a gentleman, raised just right. You still weren't used to it. After you took a seat on the chair he had pulled for you by the window, Jack had taken a seat in front of you. You were handed the menu as the waitress immediately asked what you would like to drink.

"Just a water for me, please." Jack smiled at the waitress before turning to you.

"A hot chocolate would be great, thank you." The waitress wrote your order down before getting your drinks.

Jack had taken your hand in his as the two of you held hands on the table, looking through the breakfast menu. "They have delicious pancakes here! Truly my favorite, with cream and fruits." You smiled with excitement as you pointed to Jack's menu with your other hand, wanting him to read what you would order. He did as he was told, before looking back at you and leaning down to kiss your hand, "My little sweet tooth."

He looked back at his menu and pointed, "The smoked salmon with Ezekiel bread sounds good, doesn't it?" You playfully rolled your eyes as you shook your head. Protein. Your silly gym boy.

The waitress came back with your drinks, "did you already want to order?"

Jack nodded his head with a smile, "For her the pancakes with cream and fruits, for me the smoked salmon sandwich with Ezekiel bread please."

The two of you ate your breakfast as you talked about your plans for the following week. You mostly wanted alone time with your boyfriend, as you didn't get to hang out like this often because of his schedule. He didn't mind at all, as he felt the same. He wanted to be with you whenever he got the chance to. "Want to taste?" He cut up a piece of bread with salmon, vegetables and spread for you, holding it up with his fork as he poked the fish against your bottom lip. You smiled happily as you opened your mouth for him to carefully feed you the piece.

"That bite made me full. Eat my leftovers?" You still had one pancake left with lots of cream on top of it. Jack hated to waste food, so fortunately, he always had space for some sweet dessert. He still can't believe you were able to eat this sweet in the morning. Since he finished his sandwich, he took your plate and put it on top of his. You smiled happily as you sipped on your hot chocolate. Taking your phone out to take a picture of your eating boyfriend.

After breakfast, which Jack insisted on paying, the two of you walked towards the biggest toy store near your hometown. "We could buy a flower set!" You excitedly walked down the street as you pulled him along, basically walking him like a dog as he followed you around. The number of Lego sets was overwhelming— there was a lot to pick from. Jack had insisted on the expensive Toruk Makto with the tree of souls set, as well as a small flower set, but it was incredibly expensive.

"You're my girlfriend, I insist, so don't worry too much, baby." He had said as he picked the sets up from the shelf in the middle, holding both of them above his head with his hand as the other wandered to his wallet in his pocket. You frowned as you held his arm to stop him from taking his wallet, "Jack, stop that!!" You proceeded to bite his arm, but to no avail. Jack walked up to the counter with his long legs, completely ignoring you as he paid. You practically ran after him as he was incredibly tall.

"Jack, love, please stop that!"

He held his card against the card reader as three beeps filled with the area, confirming his payment. He took the two huge bags from the worker and greeted her goodbye before taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Jack! You don't have to do that!"

He shrugged as he held the two bags in one hand, making him flex his muscles, and squeezing your hand with the other, "I like to treat you, baby, so please let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

"I'm paying for this!" You grumbled as you walked past the convenience store shelves, looking for snacks to eat during your silly date. "Whatever you say, baby." He smiled as he walked after you wherever you went with a basket in his other hand. You had taken some chocolate cookies as you carefully put them in the basket before continuing your journey.

One of your favorite snacks were on the top shelf, you couldn't reach that, "baby can you help me?"

"Of course I can-"

A shadow loomed over your body as a hand took your snack from the top shelf. "Oh, thank you babe!" You had turned around, expecting to come face to face with Jack. Instead, you come face to face with all too familiar face features.

"Sebastian?" He flashed you a grin and put the snacks in your hands, "still missing me, 'babe'?" He teased you as he put his hands in his the pockets of his jacket, looking down at you with a smile. Jack didn't waste any time and stood next to you in mere seconds, his jaw clenched as he looked at the unknown boy in front of him. Jack had analysed him: black middle part, black jeans with holes, a black half unbottuned blouse to show the silver chain and a leather jacket to top it off. His hair was messy, but his earpiercings were still visible.

"On fuck off, Sebastian. Please fuck yourself."

"Can't fuck alone, you know?" The boy named Sebastian grinned yet again as he ran his hand through his hair, soon letting his eyes wander to your boyfriend, "who's this?"

"My boyfriend, so just fuck off, we have a date to go on to!" You had tried to pull Jack with you, but he stood his ground as he glared at your ex. "What gives you the mindset to talk to my girlfriend like that?" If he wasn't holding anything in his hands, he would have launched himself at the boy in front of him. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "Didn't tell your boy? I'm her ex. Hey (y/n)! Your other exes are here too. Should I call them for you? Bros, come here!"

You pursed your lips in frustration. You couldn't let your day be ruined by them. "Jack please, let's just go.. please"

But he didn't budge, instead, he had watched how two other boys emerged from the hall. Black messy hair and the same type of clothes. Jack didn't know how to feel. These were your ex-boyfriends? Why did he look so different from them?

"This is (y/n)'s new boyfriend."

The three guys looked at him from top to bottom as you clung onto Jack's arm, begging him to leave. "Sebastian, Ryan, Nick. Please stop this. Don't make my life more miserable than that the three of you already did!" But they continued. They noticed Jack's muscles through his coat as well as his broad shoulders.

"A white gym dude? You sure downgraded."

"Bet he only cares about lifting and doesn't spend time with you."

"He looks like he only thinks about protein first and you second."

"Is that lego? Kind of a lame date, I could do better."

Now, Jack was a confident and humble guy. He didn't want to change himself for others. He wanted to be himself, but right now? He felt insecure. He looked so much different from your exes, who basically all looked the same.

"You three are miserable. I'll have you know that Jack is a better boyfriend than you three combined. You only cared about yourself and flirted with anything and everything. At least he cares about me and loves me for who I am. And I do too, I love him for who he is. I fell in love for who he is. So if you excuse us, we have somewhere to be and have a 'dumb' Lego date. Come on babe, let's go." You grabbed the basket from your boyfriend's hand, fuming because they ruined your day with your boyfriend. You slammed the basket to the floor, the sound ringing through the store as you took Jack's free hand, pulling him out of the store.

The walk home was quiet, as you were still burning from anger and Jack's mind was clearly somewhere else. Was he even your type? You had said he was better than them, but was that only to make him feel better? Did you like the cocky, flirty type more than the silly goofy type?

Without himself noticing, he had stopped walking as he stared at the ground.

"Jack?" You turned around as you put your hands on his cheeks to pull him down, pressing your forhead against his. He still didn't look into your eyes, scared that you would see how he felt. Yet, even without looking into his eyes, you knew exactly what was on his mind.

"You're more than enough for me."

Your breath fanned against your skin as he finally looked into your eyes. His expression made your heart drop. His glossy eyes were soft as his lips were pursed, "Am I your type?"

The question threw you off guard, "Babe, of course you are. That's why I got with you, isn't it?"

"They looked the same.. all three of them, isn't that your type? Their hair is flawless, style amazing, confident attitude. Meanwhile I'm just. If you didn't dress me, I didn't look like this. Like you said, my style is a little weird. My hair used to look outdated. I'm childish. I'm goofy. I'm-"

Before he could finish his words, you pressed your lips against his, sharing the most loving kiss you could ever give someone. And Jack felt it. He felt your love, your happiness, your satisfaction. You pulled away when you felt like you needed to catch your breath, keeping him close to you, "why else do you think they're my exes? They were too cocky, selfish and flirty. You're different, in a good way. You care about me. You show me affection and love. You do these little gestures for me, knowing I am unable to do it. When I'm sad, you always find a way to make me smile. I'm happy with you. You're the one I want, Jackson Champion. I love you."

His eyes widened at the confession, clearly flustered that you blurted those words out so easily, meaning they really came from your heart. "I love you too babe, so much. I'm sorry for not trusting you."

You shook your head, your noses rubbing against each other as you did so, "never apologize for your feelings. Should we go and have our silly Lego date?"

"Hell yeah!"

silly(y/n)_

shut the fuck up everyone, he's the one only for me. <3

[chouxsardine]

Coming back to me---Jake Kiszka x reader

Summary: You miss him terribly, you wish he were here. Unexpectedly, there he is---Jake walking on you masturbating and you spill some more.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 4082

Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI, female masturbation, unprotected penetrative p in v sex, explicit use of derogatory terms, sexual fantasy, allusion of exhibitionism, implict soft dom!Jake, guitar worship(??) (you can already tell it's a lot and I'm going to hell for this...let me know if I've missed any)

Genre: smut, slight angst with agonizingly sweet fluff, slight hurt/comfort, agonizingly romantic Jake

Author's note: This is my second try on writing smut. I tried to be a lot bolder this time. I want this to be sweet and spicy and damn it is enjoyable and torturing for me to write. What an experience. I intend to dig further into this, so let's consider this as Part 1 of improper guitar use fantasy (more on it's way) I really really hope you enjoy this. If you want a visual for the short film mentioned, （which is also 18+!! you don't need it to enjoy the story but it's a very interesting piece) here's the link to that scene: Amante Menguante (or watch its full version in Talk to Her (2002), 1:1:01-1:1:06); That's all--Dig in :))

🎧: Baby’s Coming Back to Me by Jarvis Cocker; Homesick by Sleeping At Last

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It wasn’t the film that turns you on; it’s him—it’s always him. The film only provides you with the idea.

It was a Friday afternoon, and you are mostly certain that you are going to spend the weekend alone again. Jake is out of town for a photoshoot and an interview for some magazine afterward. The time is too tight for a roundtrip back home. You clicked on a random movie to put on as background noise. It’s Talk to Her, which you have seen a long time ago and only have a vague memory of. You do remember there’s a nice song in it.

What you didn’t remember is the mise en abyme in its latter half, and you also certainly didn’t expect you to start touching yourself during it. The black and white silent film is titled Amante Mengunte, translated as The Shrinking Lover—the hero, Alfredo, drank a potion invented by his scientist girlfriend, which caused him shrinking to the size of a thumb. He is small enough to wander around on his girlfriend’s body while she is asleep. One day, he goes for a walk on her breasts, gives her a sweet orgasm in her dreams by climbing inside her vagina, and becomes part of her forever.

You catch your hand midway as it inches towards your mound. You felt embarrassed at first, getting all hot and bothered from just seeing almost any sex scenes like some horny teenager, but you know there’s something more to it. The gush of desperate longing wells in the pit of your stomach. You miss Jake so much that the idea of keeping him in you so that you never have to be apart seems enticing. The thought scares and arouses you at the same time. You press your knees together, the familiar swelling in between your legs throbs and spreads. You know exactly what you need.

Being led by your desire, you scamper downstairs to Jake’s studio—the place that feel most like him in the whole house. Simply putting your hand on the door handle sends a buzzing current through your body. The whole action has an excitement of forbidden secrecy. It is not that you are not allowed here, quite the opposite—Jake loves having you in his studio, calling you his muse, asking you just to be there doing random stuff like going through his vinyls or reading while he strums the guitar, like you are some model posing for his artwork. However, being here alone without him makes you feel like an intruder.

Upon pushing open the door, the musky, masculine scent whirls towards you. Given the time that Jake has spent down here, the room still smells awfully like him even after the many days that he was gone. The dampness of the basement reminds you of Jake’s hair freshly washed after a shower. The fresh bergamot cushions the hidden spiciness of black pepper that tingles the upper palate of your mouth like a sensual tongue during a teasing kiss. You inhale greedily before closing the door behind you, not wanting the smell to dissipate.

You turn on your laptop and connect it to the projector in the back corner of the room. With trembling fingers you plug in a silver flash drive and click on the folder labeled with a guitar emoji.

This is probably one of your biggest secrets. You have been collecting clips of Jake’s performance that are circling on social media, some shot by professionals and some by fans. (You prefer the ones by fans though; they always have the best angles and manage to capture the hottest moments. After all, you are just one of them before you start dating Jake.) And you have been editing the videos together, making a personal documentary of Jake’s performance. So far, the length of the film has reached 17 minutes, and you still have more clips patiently lying in the footage library.

You waste no more time clicking the play button. As the bright light shines through the small transparent lens on the projector, the video comes to life on the wall in front of you. You drop down to your knees.

It starts with the clip of Norwegian Wood. You like to ease yourself into it, despite already being slithery between your fold. Watching Jake play the acoustic guitar tenderizes and relaxes you. Each note, crisp and mellifluous, drips from the strings; the misty and ethereal background sound resonates in the stadium, adding to the ambience. As if the descent of a deity, Jake walks into the light as the cheering and applauding grows louder. You let out a soft sigh. Although much sweeter and mellower than its electric counterpart, the acoustic guitar dallies with your nerves. Thanks to the inadvertent little things that let Jake’s domination shine through—the way he moves the cable out of his way with a single flick of his wrist, the way his hand moves away from the strings to quickly rub the sweat off on his pants and adjust the waistline, the way he sticks out one foot to tap the pedal—every single move is a stimuli that rouses a response from your body, reminding you of how he slaps the outside of your thigh when you are squirming a bit too much under his tongue, how he spreads your release on your lower belly when he pulls out his fingers, how he nudges your knees apart and the cool air makes your clit quiver…

The music changes, and you’ve watched the video enough times to know that the next clip is the solo to The Weight of Dreams. You chose that particular video because of how unrelenting it is. For almost seven minutes, the ruthless grip of the music washes your mind empty. You stroke your hood up and down, feeling the flesh pushing down on your clit. You try, albeit futilely, to match your speed with the beat of the music. You lift up your head and gawk at Jake’s fingers tapping and plucking the strings, the muscles of his forearm flexing and the veins pulsing. The rhythm he wrings out of the instrument drips down your throat, gliding through your fold. You scuffs closer to the wall. You miss his fingers, the callouses; the ridge that separates the hardened skin from the soft slightly scrapes your walls and occasionally grazes your clit. In slight frustration, you slam one hand against the wall for leverage, leaning forward for more friction.

The overwhelming desire, plus the whining of the guitar, must have muffled your other senses. You are completely oblivious when the door opens behind you.

Jake throws the car in the driveway and almost trips as he kicks his shoes off at the doorway. A delightful change of plans allows him to come back home for the weekend. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way your face lights up when he surprises you. To his dismay, the house is eerily quiet. Your coat and bag are both hanging by the door. He walks into the living room—the film is still playing on TV, now with the credit rolling; you blanket is bunched up into a messy pile, obviously being yanked aside; the bedroom and the washroom doors are wide open, showing no signs of you. He was about to pull out his phone when he hears the muffled melody coming from downstairs.

He could never mistake the sound of his own riff. The thought of you listening to his music when he’s away strokes his ego in the best way. He smiles to himself as he pushes open the door. The sight in front of him makes him gulp. Blood rushes to the lower half of his body.

The projector’s bright light and the video on the wall are the only light sources in the room. He could only see the right side of your face from where he is standing. But that is enough to make his dick harden. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly agape, with your jaw slack. Your hand is buried in your underwear, the bulge created by your fingers trembling with the circular movements. The blue light illuminates your face, softens your features, and bathes you in a holy glow. With your chin tilted up and your knees pressed, it looks as if you are kneeling in front of an altar, waiting to receive some religious blessing. And there it is, the image of him in front of you, playing on stage, shredding the guitar.

Making as little noise as possible, he closes the door and makes a bee line to your laptop. He presses on the volume button until the sound is completely muted. Sensing the change, you open your eyes and almost jump out of your skin at the sight of Jake standing behind you.

“Jake, I—” Before your hand spring out of your panties, you feel a warm and firm weight on your shoulder, holding you right in place.

“Keep going.”

His hand stays there for two more heartbeats, silently restating the command, as if he knows you intend to get up. You have half a heart to protest, but you quickly yield. Seeing him shatters your judgement and your sense of shame. Rarely do dreams come true, and when they do, it’s stupid to shut the door in its face. Your fingers dig deeper, picking up the speed.

“Eyes on me, love.”

The nickname muttered in his raspy voice has your head shoot up. You watch as he walks to his guitar stand, picks up his Gibson, and plugs it into the amp.

“I say there’s no need for a mirage now that yours truly is right here,” he turns off the projector and flicks on the backlit panel lights. The room is now shrouded in a puny indigo glow. “Am I right, my dear?”

You swallow thickly. Usually, this is when Jake expects an audible answer from you. But he is particularly lenient towards your reticence today.

“Now, where did we left off?” he speaks in a low mumble. He glances at your laptop screen before shutting it off. “Ah, Meeting the Masters. Very well.”

The throbbing between your legs now matches the thumping of your heart. Each contraction directly pumps blood to your clit, ballooning up the inflamed fervidity. You feel the bundle of nerves getting softer and spongier as you get wetter. Your insides ripple as you watch Jake pushes up the neck of the guitar as the trill of notes spills. Even in your murky state of mind, you recognizes that he is improvising by adding twist and turns spontaneously.

“I can hear the gears in your mind turning,” Jake tilts his head as he studies you through hooded eyes. “And it’s interfering with the music.”

He speaks to your pussy the same way he speaks to his guitar.

“Now, tell me what you are thinking. Entertain me with some of your thoughts, baby doll,” the music halts as he stands in front of you. Lifting up your chin, his thumb brushes across your bottom lip. “I’ve missed your voice, y/n. Talk to me.”

It sounded more like a plea instead of a command. Hearing that he misses you too warms up your heart. The pent-up grievance wells up to your throat, pressing a whine out of you: “I miss you so much…I-I imagine you are here.”

Jake hums encouragingly: “Be more specific, love. How, exactly?”

Dirty talk was never your metier. Jake is the talker in bed. He is fully conversant with your body as well as the effect that each of his moves has on you; you’ve always assumed he knows exactly what you want, and he’s always been correct. However, he is determined to push you further today. Seeing your hesitation, he decides to help you out.

“Am I there? Are you watching me?”

“Y-yes,” You take a deep breathe. “I am in the stadium. You..you are playing on stage.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Just you, only you. You are playing, and I am in the pit, by the barricade. And I get wet. I kneel down, just like—like I am doing now.” Your fingers flinch away from your clit, the feeling a bit too intense for you to continue the words.

“I am touching myself as I watch you play so perfectly, but you…you are not looking at me.”

Jake lets out a pitiful coo: “awww, I’m being mean, am I? Ignoring my sweet girl?”

“N-no!!” You quickly deny, shaking your head frantically. If you are in your normal mindset, what you are about to say would make you burst, but the fluttering sensation down there is burning a trail of wildfire straight up to your brain; the stiff string in your mind uncoils around the pole of shame as the next sentence fall from your lips hurriedly: “It’s me, I’m seeking emotional validation because I’m such an attention whore.”

Upon hearing that, Jake’s heart clenches. He knows that you are deep in your head and whatever you say now are probably some of the most cathartic and earnest words he will ever hear from you. The words revealing your deepest desire, your long-repressed yearning for him. While flattered by the love and devotion, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt hearing your utter self-degradation. His grip on the guitar tightens, and the base of his thumbnail pales. He almost relents, wanting to scoop you up in his arms, carry you to bed, and adore you with kisses. But you are not finished.

“The gravel is grazing my knees and there will be scratches and bruises after. I finger myself. I close my eyes and imagine it is you doing it…you fucking me with your music. I imagine your fingers fucking my pussy the same way they move across the fret board and strum the strings,” now you find yourself unable to stop—the words plummeting out of you, one after another. Your fingers still dance around your throbbing clit, rubbing your labia up and down faster, drawing breathy moans.

“Haah.. Aaah��Wh-when I look up, I saw myself being projected onto those giant screens on both sides of the stage, the camera zooms in on my face…so, ah, fuck, I am watching you…and me fucking myself at the same time. Oh, please, Jake—” Your hips fall back down to your heels and you drop your head in defeat. Your movements lost its rhythm.

“Keep talking.” Jake paces towards you. You can only see the tip of his sock-clad toes and the way they slightly dig into the carpet. Your hand involuntarily reaches for him, holding onto his ankles first and then slowly creeping upwards. He bends at the waist, the guitar hanging from his shoulder, its neck knocking at your collarbone. His lips graze your ear, a mere whisper reverberates like thunder: “Go on, what else?”

You bite back more moans. “Uh…hum…The people, the people around me. They t-take out their phones and start recording and taking pictures of me.”

“Really, do they? How do you feel about that?”

“Oh God. There’s…I can hear so much…so many clicks and clacks of the shutters. And your guitar. And they talk…” Your hand on his calf fraps, a futile attempt to draw him closer. Your forearm feels sore, your neglected clit screaming for more love and contact.

“Please, Jake. I want to cum…I…” You open your mouth only to chock on a whimper as you feel Jake’s middle finger gently pressing on your clit. He is not moving; his finger merely stays there like bee on a flower's anther, pulling more sticky nectar out of you. Your arm gives out, smacking down on your thigh as you hurl forward.

“Tsk tsk, patience, love. You haven’t finished yet,” Jake leaves sloppy, wet kisses along your jawline. You pander to his lips, head lolling to the side. Every kiss feels like a searing cigarette burn.

“What do they say, y/n? Do they call you a slut?”

“Hell, yes. Yes, they post them online, the videos. They hashtag it…Mmm.. ‘Jake Kiszka’s slut,’ ‘the guitarist’s hoe’…”

With those last two words, Jake’s finger start circling your clit, a silent reward for your honesty and a bait to egg you on further. The agonizing buildup leaves you drenched at this point. The wet gushy sound is your pussy’s content purring, now that she was finally granted some attention.

“And in the end I finished. I finished along with your solo. I—I was so spent that I couldn’t even stand. Then, you finally look at me. You look at me straight in the eyes, and y-you…you said…”

“Good girl.”

“Good girl.”

Reality overlaps your imagination as you both mutter the two exact same words.

Your eyes widen. You lips brush passed Jake’s cheekbone and your forehead drops to the part where the body of the guitar meets the neck. The material cooling your skin like cooling pads for a feverish patient, breathing a sense of clarity into your mind. You are in a complete state of submission to the guitar, almost prostrating and bowing to it—a pagan, blindly asking for blessing and begging its approval.

Holy guitar spirit, please do not take up all of his time; share this man with me as well. God, I ache for him like no one else.

You will probably realize how stupid and abject the plea sounds later, that is, if you still care to recall; but right now, you couldn’t care less. You are hovering perilously on the edge of the precipice.

Lowering his gaze, Jake takes notice of your fingernails digging into the flesh above your knees and how your iron grip around his ankles strengthens even more. He knows it’s about time.

“So fucking pretty, my sweet baby.” The tip of his finger latches down on that exact spot, moving infinitesimally but effective enough to summon all your sensory nerve endings to orchestrate a collective hymn.

“Let go for me, love.”

That’s all you need to hear. Your shoulder hunches, ribcage pulls inward, stomach hollows, the muscles of your thigh contract as the walls of your pussy press together, dragging and sucking Jake’s fingers into you. Immense pleasure, like rock candy, bursts and bounces hither and thither all over your body. A part of you wish time could stop right there, so that you are preserved in the moment of forever bliss with a part of him slotted inside you, like an ignorant beetle being caught in a dollop of tree sap.

Jake makes sure you ride out your high before he straightens up. The soreness of his back only feeds more to the hardness of his cock. He slings the guitar off of his shoulder and sets it flat on the floor using only one arm, not even bothering putting it back on the stand; his other arm already wraps around your shoulder. He kneels down in front of you, his hands closed on each side of your face and his forehead resting against yours. Your breaths mingle as your heartbeats align. Jake gently pulls on your nape as you bury your nose in his chest, feeling his fingers scratching your back.

“Did so well, my love. My good, good girl.”

You catches your breath and musters your strength to look up to him with a tired smile. Your hands trail toward the bulbous erection restricted by his corduroy pants. Your mouth follows.

Jake hisses through his teeth, throwing his head back at the much-needed contact. With impressive willpower, he reaches down and cuddles your chin, pulling you up. “As much as I would love that, I also misses my girl terribly. I want to make love to her. Is that okay? Do I have her permission to love on her properly?”

The echoing tingles from your last orgasm hurtle back, making your head swoon. “Oh God, yes. Please. Jake, please.”

Jake scrambles to his feet and lifts you into his arms. Your legs feel like putty from kneeling so long. You stagger and fall back onto the leather couch. The couch is clearly too small for two grown adults, but neither of you mind or care; if anything, the limited space amplifies every sense. He guides your hands down his length and pumps it a few times. The closeness of your bodies makes his swollen tip pointed directly at your clit. You let out a needy moan, threading your finger through his curls and tugs gently until his eyes are level with yours.

Jake will forever revel in the way you look at him with your doe eyes, your pupil dilated, like you couldn’t believe he is real, like you’re intoxicated by a case of him.

“Hi, beautiful.” he grins.

“Hey you.”

You cup his face and go in for another kiss. He spits in his hand and reaches between you, positioning his length at your entrance and nudging his head in tentatively. You are too caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize your body is so taut, not out of nerves and rejection, but out of a desperate urge to hold him close. The hollowing eagerness that has been compiling for the past few months return with a vengeance. The weight and warmth of Jake’s body on top of you is all you could’ve asked for and more.

Jake can feel the confliction between the welcoming pulsation of your pussy and the hindrance clamping down. “Easy, dear,” he says as his hand on your breast traces down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles on your pelvis.

You tilt your head backwards. Your belly falls as your ribs flare out to the sides. He presses in slowly as you opens for him, until he is fully sheathed inside you. The final piece of the puzzle is being put into place. He moans a silent “fuck” into your sternum. The shiver of air travels right to your heart, through the flesh and bones.

Jake is right, no words other than “make love” can better describe what he is doing to you. Every single one of his movements murmurs “love”—his hand grabs yours and places it against his chest, right where his heart is. His cock repeatedly thrusts and retreats like crashing waves, brushing that particularly sensitive spot. His lips entwine with yours, nibbling and licking.

Pleasure, accumulating rapidly, like an empty bottle under the running tap. The surface tension jiggles, threatening to spill.

“Jake…fuck! I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby,” Jake’s voice is unsteady too. “I’m right behind you.”

In fact, he didn’t even mange to hold out that long. The pressure sprints down his spine and blasts right to his cock. It spasms inside you, pinching and squirting. You climax together. For a moment, your hearts banging crazily against your ribcage, swearing to break out so they can be pressed together even closer.

You lie in the afterglow, two shells washed ashore, scoured back and forth by the slews of post-orgasmic endorphins.

“I love you, y/n,” Jake sighs into your hair.

“I love you, Jake. I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea,” your hands roam on his back.

“I could only imagine,” he sounds compunctious. Jake sneaks his hand behind your head, dipping down for another kiss. “I’m sorry for being away. Thank you for letting me love on you, baby. Your body feels like home to me, you know that?”

You are knocked out of words by the vulnerability and the weight enveloped in that statement. You can only nod, blinking fast to dispel the stinging tears.

“Oh, don’t cry, love,” he smiles at you. There’s also something glistening in his warm caramel eyes. “I am here now, will always be here,” his finger laces with yours, traveling in turn, tapping on your temple, your eyes, and finally resting on the left of your chest, “so, Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem…”

“Carpe Omnia.”

If home is where the heart is, he has finally settled down. No matter how far, no matter where, once and once again, Jake will always come home to you in the end, where together your soul will dance, entangled in an inseparable embrace—day, night, and for a lifetime.

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My other works: Permission to Fall || Mariner's Complex || Ticked (all my boxes) || Love is a four-legged word || The Lucky Ones

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It's finally done cooking, my sims gameplay ideas list! After scouring all types of sites, generators, lists, and my brain for ingredients, I've come up with a list stew that hopefully will spark some inspiration for your sims gameplays!

This non exhaustive list consists of ideas that are applicable to sims gameplay/things to do in-game. AKA things that can be played out in the sims or half pretended. If you're looking for less-gameplay story ideas, I recommend my story/conflict idea list. Most of the conflict and love ideas are on that list. Please feel free to send asks to add to the gumbo! Just note in your ask that it's for the gumbo and keep it applicable/feasible for gameplay. (To keep the post from getting too long I'll make a contributor list into a compressed image later on for those who send off-anon.)

If you are looking for more complex, in-game story ideas check out the Story Soup list here!

🍲 Gumbo below the cut! ⬇

Single Sim Gameplay:

Learn an instrument

Learn a new skill

Start a seashell collection (Island Living)

Have a sim get a bad haircut

Enroll an Adult/Elder sim in university

Use a skill you don’t usually play with

Become a mountain climber

Build a Servo

Take care of local strays

Use more likes/dislikes

Conflict:

Drop out of or fail university

Drop out or fail out of highschool

Talk badly about another sim in your house to other sims

Sim loses their job

Failed retail business

Family:

Foster a child

Parties for children

Have a baby shower

Have a slumber party

A grandparent/other family member moves in with your main household

Have a specific family holiday tradition besides the in-game ones

Family bike rides

Game night

Parent trains child in their sport

Family hikes at Granite Falls

Family volunteering

Bake sale (entrepreneur table)

Have a family photoshoot

Have teens study at the library

Have your teen go through a bad fashion phase

Host an exchange student

Make school picture day photos (Teen poses, children poses)

Have an arts & crafts day

Go fishing as a family

Have a specific weekly meal (spaghetti night, a fancy meal)

Make ice cream together (Cool Kitchen Stuff)

Wear matching pajamas for holidays

Have a bake off

Play with voidcritters (Kids Room Stuff)

Granola family (camping, hiking, low tech, simple living)

Play in a multi-generational household

Adopt

Family reunion

Unexpected baby

Have siblings share a room

Social/Activities:

Sports party night (e.g. watching the superbowl, world cup, etc)

Start a book club (with clubs)

Have a themed kids birthday party (Here’s a helpful website for ideas)

Have a potluck (buffet tables)

Garden party

Neighborhood party

Neighborhood holiday decorating contest

Host a haunted house in your home

Picnic

Barbeque party

Go to the arcade

Go regularly to restaurants (Dine Out Reloaded Mod to make restaurants tolerable)

Have an out of control party (maybe a teen party)

Go camping

Go to an Ice skating rink/roller skating rink

Spa day (at home or at a spa)

Make an army of snowpals

Movie night

Stargazing night/camp out in the backyard

Weekly bowling night

Museum trip

Karaoke night at home

Campfire night

Pool day

Weekly meetups with friends at a cafe

Try on wedding dresses with a bridal party

Have someone stay over (Growing Together)

Love:

Hook up with a service sim

Have a vacation romance

Have a “meet the parents” moment

Have an affair

Divorce

Marital fight

Rejected proposal

Throuple/Open Relationship (Open Love Life Mod)

Left at the altar

Use fear of commitment, jealous, or unflirty trait

Create a rocky marriage

Challenges:

Spend too much money on a vacation

Play with lot challenges

Use simple living (only cook with ingredients and do grocery orders)

Don’t clean up after sims (don’t drag plates, laundry, trash)

Use the Reduce and Recyle lot challenge for realism

Use the Filthy lot challenge to make cleaning harder

Lose a large sum of money

Randomize your sims’ traits as they age up

Household:

Have puppies and kittens

A serious house fire (either with cheating or with fireworks. There is also a mod for more intense fires here

Spring cleaning

Garage sale

Visit houses before you move into them

Create a storage room/attic (Eco Living boxes, Discover University chest, toy chest, treasure chest etc) Use this for old heir’s items if you are playing a legacy

Start a garden (herb, vegetables)

Renovate the house

Watch what your pets are doing

Adopt a stray animal

Teach your pets tricks

Upgrade objects

Have a home bar/rec room

Go on a vacation

Play with roommates (additionally have them be odd, difficult, or a romance option)

Have an always messy home

Hire a live-in butler

Hire a regular maid

Location:

Play in a sustainable community on one of the islands/isolated areas. (community farm, community space, homes)

Play in a tiny home (Tiny Living)

Play in a haunted house residential (Paranormal Stuff)

Become an Archaeologist. Live in Sulani and regularly visit Selvadorado for work

Career/Business:

Bookstore

Art gallery: sell your paintings or buy them off Plopsy/Buy Mode

Bakery

Play a career you don’t usually play

Winter sports store in Mt. Komorebi

Own a farmstand for your produce (Eco Lifestyle entrepreneur table) You can even build a small building for it on your property!

Pet supplies store 

Plant store

Tourist gift shop

Mattress/Bed   store

Florist shop (Flower Arranging Skill)

Juicery (Juice Fizzing Skill)

Yoga studio (host classes at a retail business or at a home studio)

Start a Bed and Breakfast/AirBnB with the roommate system

Become a celebrity in a path besides Actor/Actress (Author, Chef, Video Creator, Skier, etc.)

Food truck (Restaurant)

Fish stall (Entrepreneur table)

Make a living on Plopsy

Wool store (Cottage Living)

Natural health store (Herbalism)

Resources Used

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Ride~ Jealousy

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 5.8k

Includes- couple from Ride, angst, Seonghwa is jealous and is an idiot about it, fluff at the end, set during Guerilla era,

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Seonghwa POV

"Seriously jagi?", I groan

"Yeah Hwa", she confirms

"But you always take my pictures. I don't want anyone else", I whine

"Baby it's not my choice. My manager wants her to take your pictures. She's new baby and he's testing her out"

"Yeah but why me? He knows about us, he knows you're my photographer, why is he taking you from me?"

She laughs, "Hwa, its just for this shoot ok? And my manager picked you because you're good at taking pictures. If she....doesn't do a good job, you'll still come out great because you're a natural at posing"

I scowl at her because she's complimenting me but at the same time I won't have her to oogle and be sexy for

That's why I'm so good at it because I see her behind the camera

And I tell her this so she knows

"Aww Hwannie. You don't have to try be sexy if you don't want to. You just are naturally. Just be you"

"You are so good at flattery jagi", I roll my eyes, "But fine. You owe me though"

She smiles, hugging me, "Ok baby. I'll do whatever you want tonight ok?"

I hug her back, nuzzling in her neck, "Yeah?"

She nods, "Yeah"

"Ride me?"

"Of course"

"69?"

"Sure baby", she agrees

"Fuck you in the shower?"

"Uh huh"

Ooo this is getting good

"Let me tie you up?"

She snorts, "Yeah Hwa. Fine"

"Mm ok", I laugh in her neck

"Good", she laughs, pulling back, kissing my cheek and I just smile at her

"I gotta go set up the cameras baby. I'll see you in a little bit"

I nod, "Ok jagi"

Bending down, I give her a soft kiss, then she leaves

I sigh, sitting down, waiting for the shoot to start

I'm not happy about this new girl taking my pictures

I don't want a photographer I don't know, someone who I don't know how they work

The photoshoot didn't start yet and I already want it to be over

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"Can you look up?", the girl asks

I try not to roll my eyes

That's all she says

Look up, look down, look to the side

She's not asking me to change poses or positions and I have to do it by myself

I have to figure out the best pose, the best way to angle my face, the look I should give

She's giving me no direction and she's not even saying the pictures are coming out good

I have no idea if they are

I have no idea if I'm doing the photo shoot concept

I want my jagi back

She's across the room, taking pictures of Yunho

I hear her telling him how to look, how to sit, directing him to the best light, what kind of look she wants him to give

She's acting like a professional photographer not like a person just taking pictures

Like this girl

And I'm so jealous that the guys get my baby while I'm stuck with this newbie

If anything she should have another photographer with her, showing her what to do

Or at least taking pictures along with her so I have some good ones

I look up, at the camera and she snaps a picture

I catch myself mid eye roll and I stop it, playing it off like I'm moving to pose

She just keeps taking the same angle over and over and I'm getting annoyed

I decide to lean back on my elbow, putting my other arm on my leg, turning my head to my profile

Once I hear the click of the camera, I move my head back for another shot

I look around after she takes the photo, figuring that I'm supposed to take pictures with the props I have

A flag and a mask

Kneeling down, I take the flag and put it over my shoulder, keeping the mask next to me

"Ok", she says, taking some pictures, "Uh the mask?"

I pick it up and hold it to my face when she says, "Uhh"

I look at her slightly confused, bring the mask down a little, unsure of what she wants me to do

God she just has to fucking talk and I'll do whatever to get this shit over with

"Uh yeah, you can put the mask back up"

I do, posing and letting her take more pictures

She walks around me taking more and at least she's moving instead of standing in front of me like she's been doing the whole time

Glancing back at Joanne, I see her taking pictures of Wooyoung

He's acting very sexy, giving her smoldering eyes and biting his lip

Like he's flirting with her

"How do I look?", he smirks

I don't hear her answer, as she moves taking pictures but he smiles widely

Did she say he looks good?

Hot?

Why is he smiling like that?

"As sexy as your boyfriend?"

I clench my jaw, getting so fucking angry and jealous

"Uh Seonghwa?"

I look back at the girl, forgetting I'm in the middle of a shoot

"Sorry", I say trying to get myself under control

"Can you pose?"

Seriously?

What the fuck does she think I've been doing?

"Yeah sure"

I stand up, leaving the flag on the floor

I stare at the camera, holding my hand up by my face, moving it a little at a time after every snap

I hear Wooyoung laughing and I glance over at him

He's moving the flag over her, laughing and asking her where she went

He slowly pulls the flag down, over her, joking and teasing her the whole time

Flirting with her

And I don't understand why she's going along with it

Why she's flirting with him too

She pushes the flag off her, then directs him to how she wants him to hold it

He puts the flag bar over both his shoulders, then raises his head giving her a puppy look as she takes picture after picture of him

I look down at the floor, breathing in, the rage that's in my body astounding me

I feel like I'm gonna beat the shit out of Wooyoung

What the fuck is he doing?

He knows she's mine, why is he flirting?

"I like that one", I hear him say

I lift my head, looking at them in anger

He's next to her, way too close, looking over her shoulder at the camera

I guess she's showing him his pictures

He just doesn't need to be that close to her

Again I'm wondering why she's not telling him to move or better yet, fuck off

And I'm so angry that she's not

Doesn't she know that I'm right here, I can see everything?

She should be telling him to back off

They continue talking and I had enough

She wants to flirt fine

I can too

And maybe she'll understand how I feel if she feels it herself

"Uh-", the girl says

"What's your name?", I ask

"Oh uh Jia"

"Pretty name", I say, smiling

Her cheeks blush

"I'm gonna use the flag again ok?"

She nods and I kneel down slowly, making sure I'm staring at her

She swallows, her hands shaking as she raises the camera

"Don't be nervous", I say slyly

She just nods

I pick up the flag, putting it back over my shoulder, my face still towards her and I smile widely

She gasps but takes some more pictures

I'm not even posing, what is she taking a picture of?

Standing up, I put the pole down and pretend to lose balance of it, knocking it against my head, the flag enveloping me

"Oh my god", she says, rushing to me

She pushes the flag off me as I steady the pole

"Are you ok?"

I nod, laughing, "Yea. I'm a little clumsy"

"Oh", she says

She tilts her head, then reaches out and moves my hair away from my face, her fingers lingering in the strands for a little too long, "You're hair is messed up"

And my skin fucking crawls

I don't want her to touch me

I'm good at flirting but I don't want to be doing it

I want to be flirting with my jagi, not some girl I don't care about

Still, I continue to do it

She has to know what I felt so she'll never do it again

I just smile at her again, "Thanks"

Jia smiles and it does absolutely nothing for me

She doesn't hold a candle to my baby

I just smile back and say, "I'm just gonna play around with this and you can take whatever pictures you want"

She nods, "Yeah ok"

I look at the flag, making sure I'm standing so she gets my profile as I move the flag around, pretending to be so interested in it

After a minute or two she says, "I think that's it"

Bending I put the flag down, straighten up and ask, "Can I see?"

"Oh uh sure. Yeah"

I walk over to her, standing as close to her as I possibly can without touching her

Her breathing gets heavier as I look over her shoulder

She tilts her head back, looking up at me, biting her lip

I just smile, uncomfortable with her head almost touching my shoulder

"Can I see the pictures", I ask again, dropping my voice to make it low

She nods, smiling then looking back down

She scrolls through the pictures slowly and I see that I do have some good pictures of me in there among some blurry ones and ok ones

Those are because of me

I did all the work while she just stood there

"That's a good one", I say, pointing out a really good shot

Joanne was right, I am good at posing

"Yeah you look very....uh....", she trails off

"Sexy?", I offer

"Uh yeah. Really uh hot", she agrees

I roll my eyes behind her head, so done with this shoot

"Well thanks for taking the pictures", I say

"Yeah sure. No problem"

Smiling, I nod then glance across the room

Wooyoung is there, glaring at me but I don't see Joanne anywhere

Glowering at him, I ignore him and leave the set, going back to the dressing room to look for her

Once I get there, I look but I don't see her there either

Where is she?

"Seonghwa!", Wooyoung yells, coming into the room

"What?", I snarl

"What the fuck were you doing with that photographer? Why were you flirting with her? In front of Jo too!", he growls, angry

He's angry?

He's calling me out?

Fine, I can do the same

"Me? What about you?"

He looks confused, "What about me?"

"Why were you flirting with my girlfriend?"

"I wasn't"

He is not going to lie to my face

"Then what do you call asking her how you look? If you're as sexy as me?"

Realization hits his face, then anger again

"I just said that to be dumb!"

"Yeah sure. You flirted with her. And when you were playing with the flag, putting it all over her?"

"What are you talking about? I was just playing around. You know me and her are friends and I do dumb things on set. I was trying to make it not boring, I wasn't flirting"

He's really gonna lie?

Not happening

I know what I saw

"You were basically standing on top of her when you were looking at the pictures!"

"No I wasn't!"

"I fucking saw you!", I roar, "I have fucking eyes. I saw everything and I saw her flirt with you too! She did it right in front of me, where I can see!"

He has no idea how much that hurts

He should know she's off limits but of course he has to be a man whore

"No she didn't! She didn't flirt with me!"

"I saw it!"

"No you idiot!", he shouts, "She told me to fuck off when I asked her if I'm as sexy as you. And I realized I went too far and I apologized"

"I didn't hear that", I snap

"She said it quietly so she didn't embarrass me. She told me to cut it the fuck out and fuck off. And with the flag? She was annoyed. She gave me a death glare when she shoved the flag off her and told me to stop fucking around. And when I was standing with her, I didn't notice how close I was. The screen on the camera is so small. She asked me to move back and she angled the camera closer to me so I could see them."

I didn't see any of that

But then again I didn't watch the entire time

"She never flirted with me and I didn't with her. I wouldn't do that. I was fucking around and she wasn't having it. She was actually upset because she couldn't take your pictures. I was trying to cheer her up.", he explains, "And you should know better. You know she loves you with her entire being. She would never flirt with anyone but you"

I swallow hard, realizing that I fucked up

I assumed she was flirting but she wasn't

"I'll ask again. Why did you flirt with that photographer?"

Shame fills me as I answer him

"Because I thought she was flirting with you"

"And you what? Did it to get back at her?"

I nod

"What are you fucking three years old?", he shouts

"No! I was upset and hurt and I wanted her to feel the same way. I wanted her to know what I was feeling"

God it sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud

I did act like a three year old

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"You fucking idiot. You flirting with that girl for nothing. You hurt Jo for nothing!"

I did and I need to apologize

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. But she was upset and she was crying"

Crying?

She was crying?

She's never supposed to cry because of me

Never

Fuck

"What?", I whisper

"Yeah. She was so sad but holding it together while you smiled at that girl. When you went on your knees in front of her looking at her like you wanted to fuck her. Until she saw that girl touch you. Your hair. Then she started crying and I was trying to assure her you were just being stupid. Then you got so close to that girl while looking at the photos. From where we stood it looked like you were gonna kiss her when she tilted her head back. I heard Jo suck in a breath and I knew she was waiting for you to kiss that girl. And to top it all off, she heard you ask that girl if you look sexy. She saw you smirk at her. That's when she ran away from the set and I don't know where she went"

Fuck

I'm such an idiot

Such a fucking idiot

Getting to my normal clothes, I pull out my cell phone and call her

I pace as I hold the phone to my ear

It doesn't even ring before going to voicemail

"Hi, I'm not here right now-"

"Fuck", I yell, hanging up the phone

Her phone is off

Her phone going right to voicemail is a tell tale sign that it's off

I run out of the dressing room, checking all the rooms as I hurry down the hallway to the bathroom

They're all empty

Getting to the woman's bathroom, I knock on the door, calling her

Nothing

I shove the door open, going in, not caring if I get yelled at

I need to find her

Explain

Grovel

"Jo?"

The room is empty but I check the stalls one at a time to make sure

She's not here

I leave, checking the men's room just in case

Empty

Maybe she's in her car

I run to the exit, shoving the door open and run into the parking lot

Running to the spot I'm pretty sure she parked in, I yell in frustration when I see it's empty

The parking lot isn't so big and I walk up and down each aisle, scanning each car

It's not here

She's not here

The photoshoot isn't over yet so I know she didn't go home

I just have no idea where she is or where she could of went

And I'm panicking

I messed up so badly

I should of talked to her instead of assuming and just doing something that could hurt her

Wooyoung is right, I should know her better than that

I know she loves me more than anything

I know she sees only me, wants only me

So what the fuck is my problem?

I'm just a fucking moron

Going back to the building, I try calling her again but it still goes straight to voicemail

Fuck

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I haven't stopped pacing for an hour

Joanne's manager came and told us to take a break

I asked the manager why and he said that Joanne called, saying she was feeling sick and she needed a little bit of time to take meds and for them to kick in

I keep calling her, hoping her phone is back on since she called her manager but it's not

She must have called him and turned it off again

I can't take this

I need to see her, I need to talk to her

I can't relax, I can't calm down, I'm worried about her

I hate not knowing where she is

I hate thinking that she's crying and I'm not with her

Five minutes later, her manager comes back and tells us that we're starting again in five

And I run out of the room and straight to the set

Bursting into the set, I immediately find her at one of the tables, setting up a camera

"Jagi", I call, getting to her immediately

She doesn't answer, doesn't look at me, just continues to put the lens on the camera

"Jo?"

"What?", she answers

It's not a mean answer, it's just sad

"Baby, where were you? I was looking for you everywhere", I ask anxiously

"I was out"

I don't know what to do

She's not being responsive

I understand why but I thought she'd maybe want to talk or hell even yell at me

"Where? I was worried"

"Out"

I feel like crying

She's never been this cold with me, not even before we got together

"Jagi I-"

"No", she says shutting me down immediately

"But I want to -"

"No", she repeats

"I can explain", I start

"Stop", she says firmly, "No"

I close my mouth, at a loss of what to do or how to get her to hear me out

"If you wanted to upset me, hurt me, congratulations you did", she says softly

What no!

Of course I didn't want to upset her

I just wanted her to feel a little jealous like I was feeling

It was a stupid and I regret it

"If you wanted to make me question our relationship and whether you really want to be with me, you achieved your goal"

Wait what?

Question our relationship?

She's questioning our relationship?

Because of flirting?

"Jo that's not-"

"I don't really want to talk to you right now Seonghwa", she cuts me off

My mouth drops open as pure fear runs through my body

She's never said that before

Any minor disagreements we have she always talked to me

And we never fought

Not once

"Jagi-"

"No. I just want to finish the photo shoot and go home. Alone"

Tear immediately well up in my eyes as I realize she doesn't want to be around me

She doesn't want me coming over tonight

And I don't know what to do

I haven't slept without her in a year and a half

I don't think I can

"But....but....", I stammer

"I just need to think about things Seonghwa. Whether we're going to work or not"

Oh my fucking god, what did I do?

"Nnn...no jagi...please-"

"I can't be with someone who thinks it's ok to flirt with someone else, especially in front of me. If you did it and I wasn't around, that's bad enough. But right in my face? No. I'm not dealing with that"

"Joanne, I'm sor-"

"Just leave me alone Seonghwa", she says, breaking my heart

She finally looks at me, so much hurt in her teary eyes that it takes my breath away

She's hurt because of me

I put that look on her face

I made her cry

I hurt her

I hurt my jagi when I swore I would never do anything to hurt her

I'm such an asshole

"Joanne I didn't mean to hurt you...I ...I was jealous of you and Wooyoung. I thought you were flirting with him"

"You know me better than that Seonghwa. I would never do anything to hurt you", she says, her eyes looking away from me

I know

I should of remembered that

I shouldn't have let my jealousy take over for nothing

"I...I'm sorry. I was stupid ok. I flirted with her to get back at you. To make you feel jealous too. I didn't mean it"

"That's even worse Seonghwa. That just means that you don't trust me and you want to do what? Get revenge on me for something I didn't even do?"

"No not revenge...it wasn't...it wasn't..."

God I don't know how to explain this

It seems like revenge but it wasn't

I just wanted her to feel what I felt

"I don't want a boyfriend who is going to do hurtful things to get back at me. I don't want a boyfriend who doesn't trust me. Without trust there's no relationship. That's not what I want"

"Please Jo, it's not like that!", I cry

"I need you to leave me alone Seonghwa. I have to think about this and I can't have you around me right now. It just...it just hurts"

"Baby please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Just please, don't leave me. I love you"

"Then leave me alone. That's what I want"

That is the furthest thing I want to do but I did say I'll do whatever she wants

And if I do it then maybe it'll show her that I'll do anything to fix this, anything to be with her

"Ok jagi. If that's what you want, I'll leave you alone", I whisper, the words completely breaking me

I want to be around her all the time and this is going to be torture

"Good", is all she says

She's silent as she continues to set up the camera and I have no choice but to walk away

I don't want to crowd her and get her angrier

I make my way out of the set and to the bathroom

Locking the door, I lean against it, sliding down to the floor, crying hysterically

I miss her already

I'm terrified she's going to leave me

I can't be without her

I can't

She's my everything, my life

I can't function without her

This is all my fault and I can't even fix it

I just hope that if I give her this space, she'll talk to me when she's calmer and I can fix everything

Because I don't know what I'm going to do without her

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Staring at the ceiling of my room, she is all that's on my mind

I'm exhausted but I can't sleep

Last night was torture

I couldn't sleep without her and I kept waking up almost every hour

At 5am I just gave up and got up

I texted her throughout the day but she never answered

We were just practicing today so we didn't need a photographer and I had no clue where she was all day

If I wasn't a complete idiot she would of been with me, watching the practice

I was a mess all day, fucking up every move in the choreo and getting everyone mad

I just can't help it

Today wasn't a normal day when she just couldn't make it to the practice

Today she decided to stay away from me, because she wanted to be away

I hurt her so much she doesn't want to see me

Today killed me and it solidifies what I already know

I can't be without her

Glancing at the clock, I make a decision

I need her

I can't stay here, staring at my ceiling all night

I can't miss her anymore

I need to get her back

I'll beg her, do whatever she wants, I just need her back

Getting up, I dress quickly trying not to make noise

Hongjoong actually came back to the dorm tonight and he's knocked out

I don't wanna wake him but I am gonna wake someone else up

I just hope he's not too mad

Leaving my room, I go into another

"Yunho", I whisper, shaking his arm, "Yunho"

He snores so loudly, I don't know how San stands it

"Yunho", I say a little louder, shaking him harder

"Huh?", he says groggily, his eyes barely open

"Yunho, it's me"

He squints at me, lifting his head just a little

"Seonghwa? What the fuck?", he grumbles

"I need a favor"

"What time is it?"

"2:30"

"You need a favor at 2:30 in the fucking morning?", he glares

"Yes. Please. I need you to drive me to Joanne's apartment"

"What why?", he asks rubbing his eyes, "Didn't she tell you to leave her alone?"

Yeah all the guys know what happened because of Wooyoung's big mouth

I got six more rips from all of them about what I did

I lost count how many times I was called a fucking idiot

But they're right and I deserved it

"I can't. I need to see her. I need to talk to her"

"I don't think that's a good idea", he says

"Please Yunho", I beg, trying not to cry, "I can't be without her. I feel like there's a huge hole in my heart because I'm not with her. I need her. I need to beg her, do whatever I have to get her to come back. Please"

He doesn't understand how much I need her

No one does

None of them have been in love before

They don't know that with her gone I feel like part of me is missing

And it hurts

He sighs, "Yeah ok. Give me five minutes"

"Thank you", I say in relief

"Yeah yeah"

I leave the room to let him get dressed and I wait in the living room

I need to learn how to drive so I don't have to rely on Yunho

We all need to learn to drive

"Ready?", he asks me, coming into the living room

I nod, "Yeah"

"Let's go", he says and I follow him out of the dorm

Hopefully, I'll have my jagi back soon

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Putting my key to her apartment in the door, I turn it, hearing the click of the lock turning

I unlock the bottom lock too, then open the door

I quietly close the door so I don't make too much noise

I don't want her to freak out or wake up in a panic

Keeping the light off, I make my way to her room

I know the way around her apartment like the back of my hand

I'm here every night

Except last night

Hopefully that will be the only night I'm ever away from her

As I get closer to her room, I hear noises

Is she awake?

Listening closer, my heart drops when I realize she's crying

Her door is slightly open and I gently push it more, looking in the room

I can make out her figure in the bed

Her back is to me, her sobs muffled from her face being in the pillow

My heart shatters and I move fast to her bed

I just want her in my arms

"Jagi?", I call softly

"Go away Seonghwa", she sobs

My god, I never hated the sound of my full name as much as I do right this second

"I can't jagi", I say softly, tears flooding my eyes

"Yes you can", she whispers

"No baby, no"

I can't stand it anymore

I get in the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her, getting as close as I can, holding her against me

Burying my face in the back of her neck, I sob too

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. Please jagi, I was an idiot. I love you so much jagi. Please, I'll do anything baby. Please don't leave me. I need you"

"You don't need me Seonghwa. Not if your flirting with someone in front of me"

"Yes I do. It didn't mean anything jagi-"

"Yes it did. You did it to get back at me. You didn't even think that I'd tell Wooyoung to fuck off. You actually thought I'd flirt with him. That hurts Seonghwa. I love you so much and you think the worst of me"

I know it sounds like that but I don't

"Jagi no baby. I was insecure and I handled it wrong. I should of talked to you instead of doing what I did. I swear, Jo, I made a big mistake and I swear I'll never do anything like that again"

I hope she can hear how sorry I am, how much I love her, how much I regret everything

She's quiet for a few agonizing minutes and my heart is pounding

"You let her touch you", she finally says, tears in her voice, "She touched your hair. The hair I always play with, that's only supposed to be for me. You are only supposed to be for me but you acted like you wanted her"

She buries her face in her pillow, crying harder

I hate how much I hurt her

I'm never supposed to hurt her

I'm supposed to make her happy but I failed

I was so concerned with my feelings, with being so petty that I didn't think about how she was feeling

"I am just for you jagi. I swear. I don't want her. When she touched me my whole body cringed and I wanted to slap her hand away. I don't want anyone but you touching me. I swear"

She just shakes her head, making my heart pound in my chest

She's letting me hold her but she still feels so far away from me

"I just want you Jo. Just you"

"It doesn't feel that way"

"It is and I can prove it baby", I tell her, reaching in my pocket

I move my hand from around her, bringing it closer to her face, "Look jagi"

She moves her face from her pillow as I hold out the ring I bought her months ago

"What is that?", she asks

"A ring baby. I was gonna ask you to marry me. After the comeback and before the tour, I was going to take you on vacation wherever you wanted to go and I was going to propose to you.", I tell her softly, "I love you so much Joanne. You are my other half, my better half. I felt so empty spending just one day away from you. Like I was missing part of me. I knew from the first time you kissed me, I knew you were the one I want to spend my life with. I'm sorry for what I did jagi but I promise it will never happen again. I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and that you're my only one. I swear"

"What is happening right now Seonghwa?", she asks, sounding confused

I reach over to her nightstand, turning her lamp on

"Sit with me baby?", I ask her

She does while I stand up, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed

"Seonghwa what are you doing?", she asks tiredly

I look in her eyes and kneel down on one knee, holding the ring out to her

"Joanne, will you marry me?"

She's silent as she looks at me, my heart pounding in my chest

"Are you being serious?"

"Dead serious", I answer

"Yes", she says and I immediately stand up and sit next to her

"But you can't do what you did again. It killed me to watch you flirt with someone else. I hated seeing you give the smile you give me to someone else. If you want to marry me you have to be just for me. No one touches you"

"Never jagi. I promise. No one but you is ever going to touch me. I am just for you baby. I don't want anyone but you"

She gives me a small smile, "Ok Hwa"

Hwa

I can't even explain the happiness I feel just from hearing her call me Hwa

It's amazing

"I love you", she says

"I love you so much Jo"

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me and I feel like I can actually breathe

Taking her hand, I slide the ring on her finger, it looking so beautiful on her tiny hand

She looks down at it, smiling wider, then gazes back at me, tears in her eyes

Happy tears

She moves closer to me, her arms around my neck, pulling me to her lips in a kiss

My entire body relaxes as I fall into her kiss

I'm so fucking happy I got her back, that she's now my fiancee but even more that she's in my arms right now

It's what I was missing the whole day

"Come jagi", I say, laying down and taking her with me

She immediately cuddles into me, her head on my shoulder, my arms around her and my hand in her hair, running through the soft strands

"You don't know how much I missed you baby", I whisper, "I couldn't sleep last night without you. I kept waking up until I gave up at 5am. I just wanted you"

"I wanted you too Hwa. I didn't get sleep last night either. I just kept thinking that you may not want me anymore", she says softly

"Never jagi. That will never happen. You're my everything"

"And you're mine Hwa", she says, hugging me tightly

"I'm never letting you go Jo. Never. I swear"

"Good. I'm never letting you go either"

"Good jagi"

We settle down in bed, holding each other tightly

And I finally feel whole again

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Wardrobe Adventures

Thank you to Purple 💜 Anon for writing this for me! It's lovely to see Bora being embraced by everyone who has read the Grace Chu series. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

Giggles could be heard in the Kim-Chu household, said giggles belonging to an almost 4-year-old Kim Bora having fun with her father; Grace had been called to the studio, so Seokjin was on full dad mode.

The morning started early with some fresh fruit cut in tiny cubes and some milk with Bora's favourite cereal while watching the latest RunBTS that had been recently uploaded on the band's YouTube channel; 

By the afternoon after lunch, the father-daughter duo are in need of a shower due a small kitchen incident, in an attempt of baking a cake to surprise Grace, sugar, flour and eggs had gone all over their faces and hair while trying to mix them all with the hand blender; so while Seokjin was trying to be quick in the shower, a freshly bathed Bora sat in the walk in closet waiting for her father; curious hazel eyes going all over her mothers side of the closet while spotting the coolest pieces in it.

As Seokjin leaves the shower and gets dressed, taking a couple of minutes to admires his handsome face in the mirror, he notices the silence, startle with eyes popping out of his head, he quickly dashes to the walk in closet and he's greeted with the funniest sight of his daughter playing dress up. Bora has put on her mothers Louboutin boots, an Alexander McQueen sequin mini dress, a Dior handbag and sunglasses Jimin got Grace for her birthday the year before and a Louis Vuitton bucket hat.  

"Daddy/Appa look! Do I look like mummy/eomma!" Bora says between giggles

"Of course my Bora, and you know what? you look just as beautiful as your mummy/eomma" Seokjin replies; taking in how fast his daughter is growing and he should cherish this beautiful moment, he smiles and adds "My Bora, should I dress up too?" squeals coming from his little girl as she runs through the closet after discarding the boots -because they are too big to walk around- causing Seokjin to chuckle at the scene.

Dressing up her dad in a red cloak with Gucci hat and sunglasses, father and daughter laugh as they pose and soon there's an impromptu photoshoot and some polaroids are taken.’who knew dressing up in your wife clothes with your daughter could be this fun' thinks Seokjin.

A couple of hours later, tired of playing and messing with Grace's clothes, they put everything in its respective place and head to the kitchen to have dinner; and later, after brushing their teeth and changing into their PJ's, a sleepy Bora smiles at her father, happiness in her eyes after the amazing day she had with her dad, beautiful memories she'll cherish as she grows up.

It's almost 11pm when Grace arrives home -tired after a day in the studio, but eager to see her family- and greets her husband in the kitchen with a kiss and heads to see a sleeping Bora placing a kiss in her forehead.

"How was your day with our baby girl?" Grace asks as she enter the master bedroom to cuddle Seokjin who's now waiting for her in bed, he welcomes her with arms wide open, holding her tight to his chest.

"Ah! Jagiya! You have no idea how fun it was" Seokjin says while a wide smiles spreads across his face, and starts telling her about their day. Forever grateful for the memories in his heart.

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2957

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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20.

TIANA I am 37 weeks pregnant and will meet my baby girl, Gianna, in just two months. Jey was thrilled to hear that we were expecting a girl because he had always desired a girl child.

Before this baby popped out of me, I was at Trinity's house with the girls organizing the baby shower. We were choosing the colors and patterns for the cake and decorations.

Since the boys were more robust than us anyhow, we planned to have them remove the tables and other items. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket while we were doing that, so I took it out to see that his mother had texted me.

Mama Talisua 🫶🏼 sent a message. IMESSAGE 💬

mama talisua🫶🏼: hello! My daughter-in-law, I just wanted to know what to bring for the baby shower this weekend.

Tiana: Heyy! Mom, you can bring some gifts and some food we need all the food that we can get 😭 mama talisua🫶🏼: don't worry honey I got yall I just can't wait to see my grand baby Tiana: me too mom, me too. mama talisua🫶🏼: tell my son to answer my calls also dear! Tiana: will do 🫡

After texting his mother, Trinity showed me some more ideas for the baby shower. I wanted to go with a white and pink theme so everybody could look pretty in all white or pink.

While we were doing that, I felt Gianna kicking me in the stomach, which always felt funny to me, feeling her little kids in my tummy.

"Oh my goodness, is she kicking?" Trinity asked as I nodded my head.

"Yeah, she is most definitely kicking me like crazy down there." I said, poking at my tummy, curious as to what she was doing in there.

"Girl I still can't believe Joshua knocked you up." I chuckled a little bit while rolling my eyes at her.

I couldn't believe it either. I thought I was going to be stuck with Malakai's ass forever, but I was wrong about that, and I found someone better who loves me and would never want to hurt me. I told Trinity and Bianca about what theme I was going for, for the baby shower, which they obviously loved the idea of being white and pink.

"Yes, that's so perfect, especially since the venue is kind of big just to host a baby shower," Bianca said.

"Ouuu girl, I cannot wait to see you and Joshua's photoshoot pics together. Isn't that today?" I nodded my head while rubbing my tummy.

"It's today. I just have to wait for him to get off of work so that we can go," I replied, feeling Gianna's little feet kick me.

They both nodded their heads at me as we continued to explore more themes for the baby shower.

zillafatu replied to your story: nah fr tho little one is ready indeed she's not playing around 😭 biancabelairwwe replied to your story: NIECEY POOH COME ON OUT SO TETE CAN SEE YOU trinity_fatu replied to your story: girl your tummy is so big romanreigns replied to your story: can't wait to see babygirl rikishi replied to your story: ♥️ jonathanfatu replied to your story: I still can't believe he knocked you up bro 😭

✧.* JEY I was getting off of work and heading towards Trinity and Jon's house to get Tiana so that we could do this photoshoot together. I am so excited to meet my baby girl soon. I already know that she's been kicking her mother in the stomach like crazy.

I felt more in love with Tiana, especially during sex, too. It's best to say that pregnancy sex is the best thing ever.  As I was on the way towards their house, I saw that Kehlani Hoe ass had texted me, probably seeing what Tiana had posted on her story. I kept Kehlani blocked, but she'll just come up with new accounts on IG, as she's just being a stalker at this point.

Kehlani sent 3+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Kehlani 🙄: are you fucking serious right now Jey? Kehlani🙄: you got this bitch pregnant before me? Kehlani🙄: I thought this was suppose to be us baby? I said I was sorry for cheating on you in the past we can work things out like c'mon yall don't have to get married 🥺🥺

When I read the messages, I rolled my eyes while scoffing at the fact that she is delusional and thinks that I'll just take her back in a heartbeat when I'm already with someone who I want to be with.

She can go cry to that lame ass boy Malakai while he in jail for what he had did to Tiana for all I care, I only care about Tiana and our babygirl Gigi.

Joshua: Lani imma need yo' ass to stop blowing up my phone like we are together when we ain't. Kehlani🙄: Jey c'mon I miss you Joshua: well I don't Lani I'm becoming a father now and ion' need yo' bullshit when I got better things to be worried about. Kehlani 🙄: fuck that Tiana bitch! She doesn't deserve you! Joshua: and you think you do? Girl if yo' ass don't stop playin' on my fucking phone dawg like fr Kehlani🙄: I can do better Jey better than her Joshua: Blocked.

I blocked her number while making a turn and continuing on towards the house; this girl got a lot of confidence in herself right now, playing on my motherfucking phone with allat bullshit.

I finally made it to the house, turning off the ignition in my car before heading up towards the door. I knocked on the door, waiting for one of the girls to come open, and heard footsteps approaching.

The door flew open, and I saw Bianca standing there, including Tank and Marley, coming up to me and showing me some love before I came inside the house. Bianca shut the door behind us, and my eyes scanned for Tiana, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Tiana's in the bedroom sleeping, " Trinity said as I nodded my head while going upstairs to the guest bedroom.

When I went inside the guest bedroom, I could see her sleeping soundly. I quietly walked towards her, sitting next to her on the bed. I moved her hair to the side, admiring her beautiful features and curious to see what our little bundle of joy would look like more.

I caressed her cheeks as she shifted in her sleep, seeing her eyes flutter open, looking towards me with a faint smile.

"Bubba, you're here. Is it almost time to go?" she asked in a husky tone.

"Yeah, mama, c'mon. We gotta get ready for our photoshoot," I said as she whined like a baby, which I found adorable.

She managed to get up with my help so that she wouldn't fall. We walked downstairs, seeing the girls staring at us with a smile.

"Y'all are just the perfect couple like I'm so happy for you bestie." Bianca said.

Tiana smiled at them before we bid our goodbyes and headed out toward the photoshoot location. Tiana and I walked toward my car while I opened the door for her, running back towards my side of the door and opening it while getting in.

We buckled our seatbelts while heading towards the place, listening to some music on Tiana's playlist. She always had some good music to vibe to while in the car.

I looked over towards her, seeing her falling in and out of sleep. So I placed my hand on her belly bump, rubbing it, feeling Gigi's kicks coming from her tummy.

We finally made it to the place. As I took off my seatbelt, seeing Tiana sleeping soundly, I gently shook her as her eyes fluttered open. Darting her eyes toward my direction while stretching her body, I shook her gently.

"Hey, sleepyhead, c'mon, let's go in so we can get ready, love," I said as she nodded her head.

✧.* After our photoshoot, I took Tiana back to my crib and decided to cook us something to eat since I didn't want her to be on her feet as much. As I was cooking us something to eat, I peeked at her lying down on the couch watching TV, laughing at the girls fighting.

'Ion know why she watches this shit.'

I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes as I prepared something easy and nutritious for Tiana because she was genuinely unable to eat anything or her sweets. Tiana was a better cook than me, so she could actually throw it down in the kitchen. I made us some salmon with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and it smelled good coming from the kitchen.

As I carried our plates into the living room, after I finished preparing our meal, I got a drink for us. Tiana was sitting up and licking her lips at the food when I looked at her. 

"This looks so good, Bubba." Tiana said as she smiled at me.

"It's not better than what you cook, love, but thank you. I didn't want you to be on your feet." I said.

We began to eat our food together while putting on Friday. Tiana put her feet on my legs, getting comfortable while eating her food.

"Have you all decided what colors to have for the baby shower this weekend?" Tiana nodded as she reached for her phone, which was next to her.

She showed me some ideas for the baby shower, with the theme of white and pink, which I really liked because it meant I could go all out with our outfits.

"I love this idea, baby. You're going to make me go all out for this, " she chuckled at me while placing her phone down next to her.

We got done eating our food together as I grabbed both of our plates going to wash them in the sink; that's when I felt Tiana wrap her arms around my waist—causing me to turn around seeing her staring up at me with those innocent eyes that got her ass pregnant in the first place.

I placed my hands on her belly, bending down to give it a kiss while talking to Gigi, letting her know that Papa and Mama were waiting for her to come out so we could see her. I felt her little kicks in her mother's tummy, which made me chuckle a little.

My eyes darted back towards Tiana's innocent ones. I placed my hands on her face, bringing her closer to mine while kissing her lips.

"God, you're so perfect, T." She gave me a few pecks on the lips while our foreheads touched each other.

For some reason I just wanted to devour her right there because of them eyes she had it was like pulling me in, I didn't waste no time taking her upstairs to our bedroom.

✧.* SMUT WARNING Jey had you on your side due to your belly as he pounded his dick inside of you, making you feel so full more than ever. You couldn't lie that you did enjoy pregnancy sex but were also worried about the baby.

Worried that his dick was poking onto the babies heard but Jey reassured you that yall little girl was okay. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head while your mouth parted.

He pushed his dick deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp softly while maintaining eye contact with him. Jey loves the way you were looking right now, just all miserable underneath him, letting him do whatever to you because that's your soon-to-be husband, of course.

He firmly grabbed you by the throat beating your super wet cunt in, causing you to whine.

"Fuckkk Josh..." you moaned. You never felt so full, especially when it came to him. He always made you feel good whenever.

Jey felt your walls clenching around him, causing him to let out a groan escape from his lips.

"C'mon mami, you gotta let daddy stretch his pussy out ight?" He continued to give you deep strokes while leaning forward towards you, placing a kiss on your soft lips.

Tiana loosened up a bit for him, letting him be in control. Normally, he would let you be in charge of things, but since you were pregnant, you didn't really want to do a lot of moving around that would instantly get you tired.

Jey was going In deep like he was in the ocean, your ocean to be exact, as he circled his hips, hitting your spot while your eyes were going into your skull.

"Give me this pussy mama, give it to me, watching yo' pretty ass take this dick." He whispered in your ear.

You took all it, causing you to feel like you were on cloud nine right now with him doing this to you, especially while you were pregnant. His groans, mixed with your moans, filled up the bedroom, along with the skin slapping that sounded out the room.

"Joshhhh shit." You whined into his neck as you felt a pit go down her stomach. You felt overwhelmed by this, and your legs were trembling underneath him.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him as you couldn't handle it anymore, so you tried to push him away by his stomach, but he wouldn't let up as he moved your hand away from his stomach.

"Don't do that baby. Be a good girl fo' me and take this shit I want you to make a mess on me." Jey rubbed his thumb over your clit causing you to twitch a bit.

He continued to firmly grip your throat, not trying to hurt you, as you felt your toes curling while his strokes got sloppier and sloppier.

He watched your facial expressions turn up while having a grin on his lips, watching you fall apart. You let out a loud moan, feeling your body shaking violently as you came all him along with tears streaming down your face.

Your breath felt shaky, and your chest heaved up and down, but he didn't care right now because he wasn't done yet. Even if you tapped his shoulder to signal him to slow down, he shook his head, refusing.

"Fuck that you better take this shit." He growled, determined to get his nut after yours.

Cursing under his breath as he continued to give you his strokes while his sweat was dripping down from his body, feeling his dick twitch inside of you.

After a few more thrusts, he let out a satisfying groan escape his lips while filling you up, making sure you got all of his warm seeds inside of you as he pulled out of you, watching it dripping out of you.

SMUT OVER.

Tiana and I were breathing heavily as I saw some tears coming from her face I leaned in forward kissing her lips to calm her down.

I wiped her tears away from her face as she stared into my eyes deeply, I massaged her thighs making her feel at ease due to them shaking violently.

After our little session, we laid down in the bed together, with her cuddled up in my chest. We both continued to watch the rest of Friday together, laughing and enjoying the movie together.

My hand was rubbing against her tummy, feeling Gigi's kicks as she put her hand on top of mine.

"I love you so much Tiana, and I love our little angel." I said.

Tiana smiled at me while placing a kiss on my lips, "I love you more, Bubba; I appreciate you so much. Even when I was dealing with Malakai's ass. You were always there for me." She wasn't wrong I knew she was the one for me when she walked into my tattoo shop I do appreciate Bianca for recommending her my shop.

If she hadn't, I wouldn't have met Tiana at all, and I would probably still be dealing with Kehlani, but now I have someone that I am calling my wife.

"You know I am here for you forever baby." I said, kissing the palm of her hand.

We continued to watch the movie together before drifting off to sleep. I can't wait for this baby shower this weekend.

Under Your Touch.

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A/n: sigh I am happy for Tiana fr fr she did it, she gotten out of an abusive relationship and found herself a fiancé I know Kehlani is crashing the fuck out right now and  Malakai in that jail cell.

But also I'm sad that this book is almost over with so y'all better be ready for that.

Anyways I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[littleracha]

hai , this is my first request 🙈😇 I just started embracing my regression and I feel so safe with jinnie. I would love a story where maybe hyunjin has had a hard schedule day and comes home tense but when he finds you regressed he softens and takes care of you with bubble baths and hair brushing and bedtimes stories etc ? 😇 if not it’s okie I just thought I’d try to ask , I like your writings 😇

Hello Little Ducky!

I am so honored to be your first request! I am so very sorry this took so long for me to get to. I appriciate you duckling, I hope you enjoy

(Thank you for your kind words)

Sometimes Mama's Deserve Care Too

Comebacks were always the best but worst times for Hyunjin. He got to show the world all his hard work and put his all into another form of art. Dancing was an outlet where he could get lost in the moment. Sharing that with Stay and watching their reactions was electrifying. However, doing it day after day was taxing. It was the same dance with the same song, it played in a loop like a drill in his head. With this, he also had meetings, interviews, photoshoots, fan meets, and a whole bunch of other things added to his schedule. Worst of all he was away from you. The one thing that seems to bring happiness to his life. A single smile from your pretty face was enough to make any storm cloud clear. He just needed you in his arms more and more these days.

Finally, this last bit of filming had ended and he could go home. It was late and dark, a storm seemed to be building on the horizon. He jiggled his keys in the lock and shoved the door with a frustrated groan. All Hyunjin wanted was to curl up in bed with you. He skipped going to the kitchen for a bite to eat and walked passed the bathroom for a late-night shower. The bed was calling his name. However pure exhaustion morphed into anxiety when he didn't see you laying down. Where could you be? You didn't mention working late, you would text him if you were out with friends, and your car was still in the driveway. A soft yet joyful giggle knocked him out of his brewing storm. Hyunjin made his way to the hall where a light from the playroom glowed. Cracking the door open slightly, his heart melted at the sight.

You were sat at the coloring table with your crayons a mess everywhere. Your hair was in knots, presumably from your afternoon nap. A paci hung from your lips and a sippy was long forgotten. However, his favorite part was the serious face you had as if you were working on a true masterpiece.

"little muse?" he spoke softly to not scare you. He frowned as you still jumped a little.

"Mama! You scare me!" you yelled playfully and pouted

"Mama is so sorry little artist. He sees you are working on something, can mama see it sweetie" he kneeled next to you and began to pet your messy hair down. Working out these tangles was going to cause a few more tears than he think he could handle.

"Mhm! I color a spaceship and stars for Mama! Cuz mama is doing the star dance!" how could anyone get any cuter, he thought to himself.

"Oh my goodness little one! This belongs in the Mama Museum! Want to go add it to your gallery?" You nodded big and he laughed as you raced to the kitchen.

"MAMA WE NEED TO USE THE STAR ONES"

"Shhhhh inside voices little muse, but yes, mama thinks the star magnets would be perfect for this piece." Hyunjin tacked your coloring onto the fridge front and center. He smiled as he looked over all of your work. Jinnie turned back to you and picked you up, living for the way you giggled. Life was so simple to you, so fun, and so easy. This is why he loved to care for you, you made him forget all the struggles of an idol life. Here it was Mama and baby.

"Lovebug, have you taken a bath yet sweetie?" He questioned and he placed sweet little kisses on your cheeks. You shook your head and pouted. "No need for a pouty baby, how about Mama helps you take a bath, then we get all snug for bed." He could tell by your response you liked that idea.

Hyunjin drew you a bath and added all of your favorite soaps and bubbles. He even threw in some extra special bath glitter. When he turned around he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Little dancer, what are you up to silly one?" he had just caught you trying your best to do the S-class arm choreography. Hyunjin even heard you softly whispering the lyrics to yourself.

"I try to dance like Mama!" he smiled and placed you into the bath, humming so you knew he was listening. "But it so hard! Mama is so mazing!"

"You are amazing too sweetheart, mama just has lots and lots of practice. But want to know a secret little one?" it was your turn to hum. "It can be hard for Mama too." you frowned at the thought of your caregiver struggling, he caught on. "But taking care of you little muse, well that makes it all worth it"

He heard you say something under your breath as he slowly brushed out the knots, hoping you were too distracted by the glitter to notice. "What was that little one"

"Mamas deserve care too!" You looked up at him so he knew you were serious. How did he ever get so lucky? Here he had the best thing in his whole life getting even better. The sweet angle that he was meant to be protecting from the world, was instead protecting him.

"Thank you, lovebug. Mama's do deserve care too." He lifted you out of the tub and dried you off. As he dressed you in your jammies he spoke again. "You know what Mama thinks would help him so much little one?"

"What mama?" you were so curious as to how you could care for your mama.

"I think cuddles and a bedtime story are exactly what I need," Jinnie replied as he took your hand and walked you into the bedroom. You picked out the best book you could find and crawled up next to Mama in bed.

"This one help Mama, I knows it!" you handed him the book and snuggled in tight.

"My Mama is the best" he read the title out loud. That personal storm cloud was long gone now. "Comfy little one? Let's Begin"

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member loves being cared for by Sana and Tzuyu

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty for this idea anon! :D

The request: Hi I want to request for twice tenth member where y/n is small and sana and tzuyu always carried her like a baby and thought she's adorable. Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N was the youngest member of TWICE, a rising K-pop group that had taken the music industry by storm. At just 15 years old, she possessed an incredible talent for singing and dancing, which had earned her a place among the group's iconic members. But despite her remarkable skills, she was a petite and adorable girl with an infectious smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. Even if she was the youngest member of TWICE, her presence was felt strongly among her older sisters in the group. Sana and Tzuyu, in particular, took an instant liking to the adorable girl, treating her as if she were their own baby sister.

From the very first day, Sana and Tzuyu made it their mission to ensure that Y/N was always taken care of and protected. They showered her with affection, often picking her up and carrying her around like a precious little doll. The maknae, for her part, absolutely adored the attention and the feeling of being doted upon. She felt safe and loved whenever Sana and Tzuyu enveloped her in their warm embrace. Whether it was during rehearsals, photoshoots, or even just lounging around in the practice room, Sana and Tzuyu would often scoop her up into their arms, cradling her gently as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world. Y/N would giggle and bury her face in their shoulders, cherishing the moments of blissful closeness.

On a sunny day in Seoul, the members gathered in their practice room for rehearsals. As the music blared through the speakers, Y/N stood in the centre of the room, perfecting her choreography. Her moves were precise, but her small frame made her look even more adorable as she danced. Sana and Tzuyu, unable to resist their affectionate impulses, watched their little sister's performance with wide smiles. As soon as the song ended, they rushed over to her, both eager to carry her. Sana, with her bright personality, was the first to reach Y/N. She enveloped the younger member in her arms, lifting her up effortlessly as she cooed, planting a soft kiss on her baby's cheek.

Sana - Aww, look at our precious pretty girl! You're so adorable!

 Y/N's face flushed with happiness as she giggled, enjoying the attention and love she received from her unnies.

Tzuyu, not wanting to be left out, joined in and gently took Y/N from Sana as she talked with a warm smile. Making Y/N nod in response, feeling safe and loved in her favourite unnies embrace.

Tzuyu - You're like a little doll, honeybee. We can't resist carrying you. 

The other sisters of TWICE, who had been observing the scene, couldn't help but laugh and join in the fun. They playfully teased Sana and Tzuyu, saying they had become the maknae's "personal bodyguards". But everyone understood the genuine affection and bond that had formed within the group. In the following weeks, Sana and Tzuyu continued to carry their child around like a precious treasure.  One day, as the group prepared for a music video shoot, Y/N was feeling nervous. The concept of the video involved a lot of intense choreography, and she worried about making mistakes. Sana and Tzuyu noticed her anxiety and immediately knew what to do. Sana got to her first wrapping her arms around the younger member.

Sana - Sugar, don't worry. We're here for you.

Tzuyu nodded in agreement, adding more to the ensures. 

Tzuyu - You're the most talented youngest member we could ever ask for. Just be yourself, and everything will be amazing.

Y/N's nervousness melted away as she took in their words of encouragement. She smiled gratefully, realizing how lucky she was to have such supportive and caring group mates. Throughout the shoot, Sana and Tzuyu were by their angel's side, providing a comforting presence. Whenever the girl felt overwhelmed, they would offer a warm hug or a gentle pat on the back. Their unwavering support gave Y/N the confidence to shine during the filming, and she delivered a performance that amazed everyone on set.

Another example of their endless love is during their busy schedules. Sana and Tzuyu made sure to carve out special moments to pamper the little sister they never had. They would often take breaks from their rigorous practice sessions and invite Y/N to their shared room. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by their beaming smiles and outstretched arms, ready to whisk her away into their embrace. Making her eagerly leap into their waiting arms, giggling as they cradled her like a baby. Sana and Tzuyu would sway gently, humming soft melodies to lull Y/N into a peaceful state. It became a routine that brought them all immense joy and comfort.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of performances, Y/N found herself feeling overwhelmed. She had been working tirelessly to meet the expectations of being a member of TWICE, and the pressure was starting to take its toll. Sensing her distress, Sana and Tzuyu took it upon themselves to lift her spirits. They led TWICE's honey to a cosy corner of their dressing room, away from the bustling activity. Sana lovingly settled the kid into her lap, cradling her like a fragile doll. Tzuyu sat beside them, gently running her fingers through Y/N's hair, soothing her troubled thoughts.

Sana - Don't worry, darling. We're here for you. You've accomplished so much already, and we believe in your talent.

Tzuyu nodded in agreement, her voice gentle yet firm. 

Tzuyu - You're not alone, love. We're a team, and we'll always support you. Remember that.

Y/N looked up at them, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. Their unwavering belief in her abilities filled her with a renewed sense of determination. At that moment, she knew she could overcome any obstacle with Sana and Tzuyu by her side. As TWICE continued to rise in popularity, Y/N's individual fandom grew rapidly. Fans admired her talent and adored her endearing relationship with Sana and Tzuyu. Social media platforms were flooded with fan art and fanfictions portraying the three of them, highlighting their unbreakable bond.

Y/N cherished these moments with her beloved unnies, knowing that their support went beyond their roles as group members. They had become her family, her pillars of strength, and her source of endless love and this made her have only one thought:

I am proud of my dear unnies.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[pwblogarchive]

July 2005

July 4, 2005

your number one with a bullet:

i love the way you have with me.

i love william beckett. like a boy loves a boy.

i love this one girl. she makes me swoon.

i love your tired eyes trying to keep up with us on stage.

i love the way youre gonna make me an honest man.

and im kinda easy on the eyes sometimes, right?

i love being up at 9 am.

i love the night.

i love living forever.

i love summer.

i am loving this.

and you and everything.

you cant miss me, baby boy, we're doing big things.

thanks for always being the bestfriends and fans we could ever have.

- petey

July 4, 2005

----dearests

sorry i never get on the internet anymore. we're in fresno, california. warped tour has completely taken over our lives. everything we breathe and do is warped tour right now. we love seeing all of your little red faces singing with us. we're working on a new video right now. we'll probably shoot it later on this summer. we've also got some other exciting things coming up. theres nothing like seeing the same people over and over again over the years. you mean the world to us. keep up the votes over at TRL! we're thinking about you every second, so don't forget us. lets just live forever and ever. we've got some new plans coming for the end of this summer and fall.

hot and miserable but totally in love.

love you all

peter.joe.patrick.andy.

July 7, 2005

hey beauties.

hotness on warped tour.

checking in. just stealing an internet signal from our friends in My Chem. speaking of, we are really excited to have them on the TRL countdown with us! good music is taking over again. keep voting! the info is on the front page. if we keep it up there, we're pushning to do a free fans only show with mtv paying for the venue!! keep your fingers crossed. you guys have always been our ambassadors and made the world listen- number one with a bullet. we are going to be on the cover of Alternative press later this year. we did the photoshoot for it- kind of a creepy idea. but we're excited for you to see it. we have also been writing a treatment for a new video- i think it'll suprise some people. we don't get on here as much lately due to all the madness going on with Warped tour. but we still wanted to let you know how much your support means to our band, and it shows on a daily basis. so thank you. boo and yah. i dyed my hair black. now it doesn't look so shitty anymore. blah. i am tired but it's way too hot out to sleep. howl's moving castle is a great movie and made me feel alive. thanks for coming out to the shows...

i heart leslie simon. go listen to maximo park before you fall asleep. it will make you smile and miss someone/something you love.

"i sleep with my hands across my chest and dream of you with someone else..."

keep on living (forever).

xo peter

July 11, 2005

Soooo its been a dramafree summer so far which is amazing. Almost as good as swimming pools and sleepovers. I'm watching the notebook does that make me sucky? Circle y or n. I need to take a shower. Nobody likes a dirty boy. I really don't have anything good to say.... No good words or neat quotes. Oh well.

Can you vote us back to number 1 on trl? That was a pretty amazing moment for us and we'd love to have another shot at it. Again, its all up to you though the info is in the news on the front page.

I miss you dearly.

XO

July 12, 2005

i'm in canada. it can't take me. i am stealing all of it's candy and pretty colored money. hidden behind eyes painted up to block out the sun. no more talking about hair color and eye color - the who's who of future failures. throw it away. close your eyes and put the speaker next to your pillow. dream away. dream yourself to life. stop wasting your eyes trying to figure out who is the heart - the smile - the voice - the words. you can't pull them apart. its just a mess. how you understand us is so one dimensional. but changes are coming. you won't wrap your head around us so easily. "you're nobody until somebody loves you" at least that's half true. let's not make it through the night. come on. you look so wrong but you feel so right. "he tastes like you only sweeter he tastes like you only sweeter he tastes like you only sweeter he tastes like you only sweeter..." and so on until the end. sometimes i'm just a goddamned lunatic. but i only keep myself this sick in the head cause i know how you get off on these words.

baby, ive got it bad for you.

peter

ps i love seeing all the s.o. kids and overcast kids... it makes my heart race

pps just call me up and tell me everything is going to be okay. it came out of nowhere and i just want everyone to know our thoughts are with them.

www.clandestineindustries.com - get your body covered in our ideas... fall line s(w)oon

www.jeanae.com - get your hur cut

www.infectkids.com - get your website designed

- petey

July 13, 2005

Hey from vancouver. I just got a new belt buckle and made a hoody. Just heard we were number three on trl. It blows my mind that you have kept us on there this long. Haha. I totally brag to other bands about how much cooler our fans our. Yeah I know I'm lame. But you guys make me proud. Take us to number 1. Its in your hands and io definitely feel okay about that. I trust you.

Well I gotta go and talk about how shitty I thought the new fantastic four movie was.

Love can't save you. Only my new powers can.

Stay in touch and see you soon

Xo peter

July 15, 2005

Woah. I feel almost bad saying it cause we are putting it out, but trust me I had nothing to do with it: the new panic at the disco songs will change how your head feels. You guys are doing an amazing job. Me and ryan worked together on some lyrics for it and I have to say he put me to shame.

Also, I wanted to say rest in peace chuck. Our thoughts go out to your family. Please be respectful and keep conversations about this off of livejournals and messageboards. Thank you to mcr and ray toro for filling in for a show.

Jose canseco is a madman. So am I.

Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I'm over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don't care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay.

No more rants

No more poetry

Not tonight.

True love for the believers. Thank you. Keep on l i/o ving

July 17, 2005

From the diary of a madman: I think possibly I have been letting things get to me too much lately. Or maybe I hadn't been enough before. Either way, I'm sorry. Maybe one day we can explain both of our perspectives and laugh out loud at how stupid we sounded when we worried about "girls pants and selling out". Sometimes its hard to look in the mirror and feel okay with the person looking back. I've been going through a lot, not like its an excuse but more like I feel you deserved to know.

In other news, I haven't gotten the new harry potter yet but as soon as I do well talk about how awesome you/it is.

July 19, 2005

“guysanddolls-”

i guess we are half way to retirement on TRL. how insane is that? it makes me kinda giggle a little bit. but in a good way. thanks for keeping us in there and up so high on it. it probably doesn't mean a whole lot to you and it doesn't get us invited to any cool parties but what it does is get our label excited- so we can get money to make a better video! we have a plan coming together for it. it's gonna be a bit R. Kelly (but none of the pedophilia), a bit star wars (but none of the jar jar binks), and a bit sixteen candles (but- oh wait- but nothing we love that thing). haha i probably just gave you the weirdest impression of our video. i had the best time on kimmel the other night. i wish they could air the whole show- i proposed to caprice- i think it made her gag hahahaha and joe did metal hands/wizard claw a bunch. it was just fun. the way our shows always used to be. we got some plans for the fall tour that are gonna make you swoon- especially our old friends. remember when i made you guys that mixed cd- instead of talking about whose gay and whose got what girlfriend- tell me the perfect mixed cd for me right now... mwah. im gonna update the buzznet in a bit with some new pics. r.i.p. that sunburst bass- im glad he had a chance to get his fifteen minutes before he died. hehe. it was kind of sad all warped. it wouldn't stay in tune cause of this huge crack in it. i have decided i hate playing on tv, i always come off wrong- if i smile too much it means i am obsessed with attention, if i don't smile enough it means i am having a bad day. i think i am going to make a shirt that says what mood i am in. mostly it will be shy/looking for a starbucks mood. or maybe when we have to play tv i think i will just hide behind a post and highfive korean tom cruise a bunch. i flew home to see my mom today, so sorry i missed talking to everyone in l.a. last night- she bought me new socks and cologne so i won't be the smelly kid in class anymore. i go on the internet too much. i don't know why the q and a on the site isn't working but it bothers me just as much as you. i have alot of answers just bubbling inside me- favorite color- hrm i dunno. do you have a gf- uh david from simple plan. does patrick have a gf- uh this one girl...

wow i need to sleep. keep voting. keep loving.

for the longer story: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal 

time to make my dogs circle pit.

peter

July 19, 2005

to the peanut gallery: just flew in on the red eye. it feels so amazing to be at home. Kimmy Jimmel (fix the spelling on that one hehe). was one of the best "tv" shows we've ever played. the crowd was amazing. contrary to popular belief my bass was smashed because it had an unfixable crack all the way through the neck- korean tom cruise looked at me before we played and said "this is it for this one" - so we figured we'd send it out with a bang. don't worry we had a funeral for it. i don't know the story about joe throwing his guitar, but i'm guessing it was a good one. i dunno the story about breaking the mic stand, it just looked like it was sitting there taunting me. besides i kinda wanted korean tom cruise to get a bit of screen time. i was in the worst mood all day/week, so low and playing that show just definitely brightened my day. seeing all of those happy faces... i'm definitely gonna write more later. i just wanted to thank all of the kids who came out or glued their sleepy little eyes to the screen late at night- i am sorry i didn't get to say hey and all, i had to go to the airport right when we finished.

xxoo

dont believe everything you read on the internet.

most of all what we write on it. haha.

peter

July 19, 2005

wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn't have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don't know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you.

- petey

July 19, 2005

first to all the kids at kimmel! thank you so much. i know alot of kids travelled far away and got there really early. it suprised me how many people i recognized. you didn't go unnnoticed! alot of people emailed about smashing the bass and what kind of mood i was in. i wish they had shown the whole show. that show made me light up. i felt alive. i don't know why i break stuff, its cause im little and strange. i throw mic stands and spit water and lick joes guitar. and being able jump on stuff and touch your sweaty little arms, honestly it gives me chills as dumb as it sounds. its all how the chords and words feel when they come out. 

"you want a war, you've got a war but what are you fighting for?"

hey. here i am 35,000 feet off of the ground writing to you. i will upload this when i land i guess. i'm not even too sure what i am writing for. not breaking new ground or breaking down. just maybe i need to take a break from getting on here so much cause i tend to run my mouth/heart without thinking too much about it. sometimes i need (alright alright) slow down. anyway. all of the growth and changes get to me too. i guess everyone says you get what you wished for. but this was never a genie in a lamp for me. it's always just been me and my bestfriends. and sometimes it feels weird inside like being pulled apart. and maybe people like my smile and patricks voice and joe's spins and how nice andy is or they hate how short i am and i can't think of any of the stuff anyone hates about the other boys but i've heard it- and it just feels weird, cause we never did this thing so it would become what it has. we always just wanted to sit in between the speakers in your bedroom and spin you to sleep. and these kids are my bestfriends. we talk about sometimes just disappearing off of the face of the planet and just doing something else. and everyone kind of laughs but just for a minute it sounds like the best idea. we are so happy and in love with everyone who has stuck it out with us. and i'm SOrry if i seem distant at times, my head is just filled with ideas, good and bad- its funny when you keep letting the same person get to you over and over and over and over- i'll try and be better. after having my livejournal hacked, i kind of decided maybe i need to take a break from just sitting on the internet and trying to decipher every little thing out there and at the same time drop coded messages everywhere. anyway, more than anything. i just wanted to thank you for helping me bloom and become a better person, or at least want to become a person that you could actually look up to. its time to be the dreamer instead of the dream///

talk to you soon.

i am going to go read the entire new harry potter book right this second.

peter

July 21, 2005

If you like My Chemical Romance, Saves The Day, Midtown, New Found Glory, Taking Back Sunday, BrandNew or Fall Out Boy....and you want to see where it all came from. Find your way to www.hellfest.com and go see the band that started it all: Lifetime

Oh yeah. Then vote for us on TRL. We want to be your number one again.

P

July 21, 2005

you/we are safe and (se)cure. no more stealing glances like a thief.. taking chances without giving them back. and maybe i take advantage of that by staring too long. but if you wanted the stars i wouldn’t rest until i was able to pull every one down and name one after each twinkle in your eyes.. and hope you don’t frown when we run out of stars. i just love that spark of light i get to see when all the other lights are out. you have the best smile even better than mine. this is for your memories section, this is for forever. we’re kissing out dreams goodbye cause who needs dreams when we have this. we’re risking everything and nothing could be more worth it. 

i guess my point is, you make me wanna fall in love and get stuck - haha

July 21, 2005

lately i’ve been into believing fictional stories like the ones about me and you being happy. they’ve gotta be science fiction because how else can you have a monster fall in love with a boy with no heart? actually i’m pretty sure you have a heart, but i’m just as certain it’ll never be mine. i can tell you’re willing to be loved somewhere on the inside but that doesn’t do me any good when i’m still seeing things through thick curtains over windows and padlocked doors on the outside. bitter regrets, predictable forfeits. we lit a fire that was nothing but smoke and hot air. ashes. my hands are empty and you hold all the cards, kind of funny how you don’t even want them/me. the final nail in my coffin stabbed me in the heart - from my back. you once made my heart skip a beat, now you make it want to skip this. you’ve got salty mails ripping my wounds open that you’re telling me to let heal. Love is a mirage, you only think it’s there for so long..til you either wise up or die of hydration. love is the way to blow your brains out minus the gun, i swear. it’s the stupidest form of suicide cause you don’t die. and whatever doesn’t kill you only laughs at you for coming close enough to. sorry, it’s just the bitterness talking. ignore it/me. i’m just loose words hanging on the ends of your lips, even looser when i’m anywhere near your hips. poetry written from blistered fingertips and sleep deprived eyes that was better before the ink dried. He said, "I should have stayed with her,” and I should have stayed away. held together by paperclips and lies, a part of me is still trying to pretend i was (mis)hearing things but even the voices in my head aren’t that mean to me. and them “i’m sorry,” too late, i’m a better (re)actor than the one you’re being to convince me. i’m just convinced that telemarketers are the only people with more hang ups than me. you called this before you knew the number, and hung up before you got a response. tell me any of this will get me somewhere worth being without being left behind. i tried, i gave it/you my all, but all i can do is give up. i don’t tell you my insecurities so you can use them against me, but help me get over them. instead you said and did the worst thing you could do. worse than cheating to me, i hope you know. but whatever i don’t even know, i guess sometimes it takes losing what you had to see what you didn’t.

June 23, 2005

From the bottom of our blackened hearts. Thank you for making us number one on trl. Its hotter than hell in dallas right now and we want to go to a waterpark. Koreantom cruise isn’t helping it go down though.

We always knew how you felt. Now the world knows.

Honestly. Beaming from cheek to cheek.

July 24, 2005

Sometimes when you’re feeling this blue the right smile can save you.

July 26, 2005

We spend way too much time talking about this one band f.o.b. (Both in a good way and a bad way). So let's focus some time on bands that are really underappreciated:

Panic! At the Disco- I just heard the new record mixes. I must say. I want to live inside their songs. I think I could be happy.

Lifetime- I wouldn't have made it through highschool without this band.

The Plain White T's- people don't get it yet, but I think they will.

Gym Class Heroes- people don't get this one yet either. And that's sad cause I think years later they will be considered a groundbreaking band.

Quicksand- I don't even know what to say. Go buy "Slip".

July 30, 2005

“baby boy don't be blue. we've got big plans for you.”

ive been up for three days straight trying to get you off of my mind. but your stuck like super glue. what a mess. i can't say i mind it. i am in love with the show 24. it's obsession. summertime is running. sprinting. it kinda makes me feel sick to my stomach. come back. punched a wall so i couldn't type anymore. gotta make it stop. all these paragraphs have become rainchecks. promises on things that will never change. and oh god. the cameras flash at us in the dark. i miss the days of sweat dripping under the radar, just off of the grid. the grogshop. the fireside bowl. chainraction. the greendoor. the downtown. the arlington heights knights of columbus. the continental. the crystal ball never looks this clear looking into the past. im becoming vaguely disinterested in myself and all of my excuses and complaints. and you're pretty easy on the eyes- i never know how to end my conversations with you. i need a writer. i need a script. im getting desperate.

"we're just a wetdream for the webzines. make us hip, make us hip. make us scene"

July 30, 2005

Thanks for keeping us on trl! We have some cool ideas coming up and also a bit of news for our friends in u.k.... As soon as we have more details well let you know, as we hate to miss shows under any circumstances.

And j, happy birthday.

07/30/05 Q&A

question

so pete, since you wrote the lyrics for saturday, was it originally patrick and i attacked the laws of astoria? can you take off your pants with your tongue?

answer

yes. and we had to change it to make sense.

question

Patrick has the SEXIEST voice! Are you jealous?

answer

nah hes my best buddy. we dont get jealous of eachother.

question

HEYYY!! old Joely Moely has been saying some nice stuff bout you Petey Wenztyy!! hehe!! im glad you guys n GC know each other!! my 2 fav bands!!!! yeaaa!!! oh and me n my yahoo buddy wanna know if we can touch you?? lol MADD LUV GRACIE

answer

me and joel hung out a bunch the other day. he’s definitely a good guy.

question

In The Song Atavan Halen Does Brendon From Panic At The Disco Sing In It And If So Which Parts? YOU GUYS ROCK

answer

yes the prechorus “keep telling myself…”

question

haha i just read a fan fic about you and frankie from mcr going out.

answer

man, you wish that was fiction.

question

hey pete you meanie, a group of us from the message boards (the messageboard bitches as we like to call ourselves) were upset that you NEVER answered any of our questions, so we got together and asked you around 400 questions. they were good questions too, funny and random because we thought they could get your attention and make you laugh and hopefully just maybe youd answer at least one. but no, we were let down. and yet you answer such things as “patrick and andy are so sexy!” why is this pete? just why? its so disappointing.

answer

look all you needed to do was ask 400 questions to get one answered. ps. i love you even if you hate me.

question

I read a lot of band journals and you are mentioned in almost all of them. How/why are you so popular?

answer

i pay good money for all my friends.

question

Im so flaming pissed at you guys right now. “we only do it for the scars & stories, not the fame” what the fuck happened to that?! seems you sure are doing it for the fame, ditching your whole European tour for a stupid VMA. that is fucking ridiculous and i hope you all feel fucking shitty, but im sure you wont feel as shitty as the fans you made a commitment to who were so excited to see you and spent TONS of money on you. I hope MCR beats you for that VMA, they dont screw their fans over. ill never buy another piece of fall out boy merch or pay the money that i was going to pay to go on your overcastkids trip to texas, because you guys probably wont show up to that either. fuck you.

answer

i’m sorry you are angry. we feel terrible that we have let you and a bunch of our other fans over there angry. we miss you. we are going to make this up to you. hopefully, we’ll get another chance with you— its not about selling our merch or tickets- its a chance for a connection. i apologize. this was beyond our control.

question

do you think you are hot? do you think anyone is hot?

answer

i dont think i am hot. i definitely think alot of people are hot. smart ones, funny ones, pretty ones.

[thegifts]

Title: Celebrating Mother's Day: Honoring Moms Everywhere

Introduction: Mother's Day is a special occasion dedicated to honoring and celebrating the incredible mothers in our lives. Whether it's your own mom, a mother figure, or a mom-to-be, this day is a time to show appreciation for their love, sacrifices, and unwavering support. In this blog post, we'll explore heartfelt messages, gift ideas, and ways to make Mother's Day memorable.

Heartfelt Messages:

Share touching quotes, poems, or personal messages that express gratitude and love for moms.

Highlight the importance of maternal bonds and the impact mothers have on our lives.

Gift Ideas:

Create gift guides for different types of moms, such as:

The Creative Mom: DIY craft kits, art supplies, or personalized handmade gifts.

The Foodie Mom: Gourmet cooking ingredients, kitchen gadgets, or a cooking class experience.

The Wellness Mom: Spa gift baskets, essential oils, or a yoga retreat.

Include budget-friendly options and luxurious splurges to cater to all readers.

DIY Projects:

Provide step-by-step instructions for creating homemade gifts, such as:

Customized photo frames or albums.

Hand-painted mugs or tea sets.

Scented candles or bath bombs.

Emphasize the thoughtfulness and personal touch of DIY gifts.

Motherhood Stories:

Share personal anecdotes or guest contributions about memorable moments with moms.

Include stories of strength, resilience, and the unique bond between mothers and their children.

Recipes:

Feature delicious recipes that are perfect for Mother's Day brunch or dinner, such as:

Heart-shaped pancakes with fresh berries.

Roast chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and seasonal vegetables.

Decadent chocolate desserts for a sweet treat.

Celebrating Moms-to-Be:

Offer ideas for celebrating expectant mothers, such as maternity photoshoots, baby shower themes, or pampering gifts.

Highlight the joys and challenges of pregnancy, emphasizing the importance of support and love during this special time.

Conclusion: Mother's Day is not just a day for gifts; it's a day to honor, cherish, and celebrate the remarkable women who shape our lives. Whether it's a simple gesture of appreciation or a grand gesture of love, let's make this Mother's Day unforgettable for every mom, grandmother, aunt, and mother figure who enriches our world with their presence.

[edgessunflower]

I also have a request for my other girl the 9th wonder of the world Chyna

Model

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: You have Chyna model for pictures in your small photoshoot room leading to some extra fun

Chyna finds you taking pictures in the backyard of your flower garden smiling when she walks in to find pictures you took earlier while out running errands even getting a picture of Trish who you ran into while grabbing lunch in town. You smile walking in seeing her look over the pictures you had taken smiling even more looking at the nice top and shorts she was wearing smiling bigger when an idea pops into your head "Hey baby can we go upstairs and change for me?" she raises a brow as she sips on some apple juice watching you go upstairs where you picked one of your favorite outfits of hers which was a white button up shirt and jeans shorts that she took in a photoshoot a few years back and laying a black dress next to it before you were setting things up in the room down the hall which you used to photograph your friends and people who helped model for you smiling when you see chyna in the doorway with the shorts and button up on taking some pictures before she went and changed in the dress slowly feeling a sense of confidence in her as you snapped pictures until you got bold "Can you strip down please? Not completely just the dress and shoes" she feels her heart pick up slowly taking her shoes off and the dress setting it in the chair next to you before she was posing against the background and window in her undergarments. After one final picture you set the camera down stripping down yourself before the two of you were holding each other in slow heated kisses kneading your fingers into her hips as you licked and sucked her clit smiling at her hand lightly tangling in your hair kissing her thighs before she lifted you in her arms laying you in bed where she kissed down your body moaning softly at her light licks and soft kisses moaning sweetly with your head on her shoulder as the two of you slowly grinded while scissoring each other until both of you were sore and tired slowly cleaning each other in the shower falling asleep smiling looking at the pictures you took of chyna yesterday deciding to keep the last few in a drawer while you got a few of the others framed and put others in the modeling magazine you were currently working with putting the pictures of her you sent them in a special page which made her heart swell when she reads the magazine backstage while on the road.