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[thelifeofniy]

i can't stand a person that refuses to grow.

[jellipuff]

On the topic of stories, I need to hurry up and start....Woozi x tall!reader who happens to be a cocky sweaty mechanic.

but of course, woozi isn't impressed🙄.

Woozi finds her muscley arms annoying and her stupid pretty grin annoying. He also finds her sweaty face with some little hairs sticking to it annoying cause it has her stupid cat eyes that stare down at him as she speaks to him. He finds her height that smoothers him in all the ways he loves and craves so so annoying!

[moralesluvr]

so i have to ask, was ur goal to make ppl cry with that fic...? cuz... this is me rn

THAT FIC WAS.. MWAH, CHEFS KISS.

HAHA HI BABY!! my whole intention was to break hearts and piece them back together as the story went on 😏 i’m so glad u enjoyed it MWAH!! THANK U SWEETNESS 💋

[faerun]

my cat is so sweet and cuddly he likes to get right up next to me while I'm laying in bed and flop over so I can rub his tummy and he'll purr SO LOUD he's just so affectionate....but he HATES being held at all so I can't even cradle him like a little baby and kiss his tiny head. what's the point of anything if I can't even hold him like a little baby

[dokries]

AAA THANK YOU SOO MUCH 🥹

forever

pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 851

warnings: pet names, talks of marriage (in the future!), they go to ikea and hoshi acts like a house husband

author note: OMG i actually love this hoshi so much i’m not even joking thank you eishi for requesting this!! lots of love <33

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“would you like a cup of tea, perhaps?” soonyoung holds out the teapot that was previously on display with an exaggerated bow, his eyes betraying his humour.

you sigh before giggling, taking the pot and placing it back on the counter for safe measure—you’re only at ikea to window-shop, and the two of you definitely can’t afford to pay for any accidents. “maybe we shouldn’t pick that up, okay sweetie?”

when your boyfriend pouts, you guide him to sit the bar stool by the kitchen island set up beside you. “anyway, isn’t the goal of us being here pretending to have our own house? maybe we should go somewhere else, and not just stay in the kitchen showroom.”

soonyoung immediately shakes his head, pulling you down onto the stool beside him. “no way. you said you liked this one, so we’re staying here.”

“well, i do like the light fixtures…” you sigh contently, leaning into his arm—he giggles and puts his head on top of yours—instead of trying to convince him to move to another space.

besides, you had walked around the entire ikea at this point, and it’s probably a good idea to take a small break before leaving to go home and finally rest after your boyfriend dragging you everywhere he could.

after a few minutes of peace, your boyfriend decides to get up unexpectedly, and he grabs a towel to hang over his shoulder before he walks over to the sink, pretending to turn it on by imitating the sound of water falling.

he whistles before looking over his shoulder at you, as if he didn’t notice you’re at the counter. “oh, hey! how was work, sweetie?”

you raise an eyebrow, putting your elbows on the counter in front of you to stare at him. “it was alright…? kwon soonyoung, what are you doing right now?”

“what do you mean? i’m just being a good husband!” he grins, happily pretending to rinse dishes, and you blush slightly before smiling at his sound effects.

you look around to see if anyone might be judging the two of you for pretending to be married but surprisingly, there’s no people strolling around this specific part of the store. the lack of crowd actually makes this feel as if you actually have just gotten home from a busy day at work, and your boyfriend—well, husband in this case, is washing up after cooking dinner or something.

in the meantime, soonyoung slows down, realizing the same thing as you. it’s like you have your own home, and he thinks that maybe…it’s not so bad.

you move towards him, making your way around the island and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, placing your chin on his shoulder before he can even comprehend what’s happening. once he does though, he almost melts in your embrace, putting his hands on top of yours on his stomach.

“so, soonie…” you start, and he can feel your grin with the way your head tilts to look at his cheek. “is it time for dessert yet?”

he giggles, sliding his hands up and down your arms before sighing happily. he turns to look at your face and freezes, realizing that this scene…could be real. he knows you’re only playing along with this act of being married but now the gears are turning in his head, and his eyebrows scrunch up in concentration.

though he doesn’t know it, your mind wanders to the same topic you two have talked about fondly: eventually settling down, if the both of you agree on it in the future.

it’s not like your relationship is completely new anyway, and marriage has been in the back of his mind for a while now. besides, soonyoung’s made it very clear that he’s serious about you…at least, he hopes he has because it’s true; he would go on a million ikea weekend dates if you were by his side.

“soonyoung, you alright?” he blinks when you call his name, and shakes his head.

“i’m fine!” your boyfriend smiles at you but you can tell he’s thinking about something, and you shrug. he’ll tell you eventually if he wants to, so there’s no need to be concerned—he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.

you move away from him to make sure that all the showroom pieces are in the right place, and he stands there to watch you, realizing this fantasy will be…well, just that when the two of you leave.

soonyoung pouts, crossing his arms. “babe, can’t we stay here forever?”

you turn back to look at your boyfriend and smile softly, walking over to grab his hand and almost push him towards the exit when he won’t move.

“well…we can’t stay here forever but…” you pause to place a kiss on his cheek. “maybe we could stay together forever, if you’d like?”

and as soonyoung nods excitedly and kisses you on the nose gently with a giggle, he knows that he’ll make sure that the forever he’s now thinking about comes as soon as possible—even with the horrible housing rates.

home. (follow up fic!)

[anjaelle]

I’m surprised Aaron didn’t make a Mother’s Day post for S*m. At first I thought it was because UK Mother’s Day was two months ago, but nah he just didn’t post anything at all.

He loves posting that lady, even though she gets dragged every single time he does. Like he doesn’t learn 😣

[natures-uprise]

[minisugakoobies]

In my mind they kept kissing for a few minutes after the neighbor left 🥰 all that mutual pining really built up! Thank you for your kind words! 💕

The Purrfect Crime | HJS

Pairing: Joshua x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, angst (tiny bit?), crack , non-idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: neighbor is implied to be a horrible pet owner but i promise there is no abuse here, catnapping, they're idiots and they're in love, so much pining, that trope where you have to kiss someone in order to fool someone else, apparently it's called a fake-out make-out thanks true tropes wiki, i don't even know where this sudden need to write a soft joshua came from but enjoy

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Fed up with the way your neighbor is keeping your friend/his ex's cat just to spite him, you hatch a plan to rescue the poor creature. Naturally, your best friend (and crush) Joshua is in for the mission.

Text Prompt: in italicized pink font in the story

A/N: It took me a while to find a text prompt for Joshua, but as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was his. Thank you to @minttangerines and @kiestrokes for taking a look at this one and reminding me that variety is good.

If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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“Rrrrrow. Mmmmrowwwrrr.” 

“Oh, not again,” you mutter to yourself, rising from your couch to trudge to your back door. It’s starting early tonight.

You can barely see into the yard next door, but you spy a fluffy grey and white tail bobbing around. There he is. Your neighbor’s cat, yowling to be let inside, like always he does. The pitiful creature lets out another cry, and your heart twists. You know from years of living here that the jerk next door won’t be home for a while, so poor kitty is stuck outside in the rapidly cooling autumn air. Probably hungry for his dinner.

Well, you’ve had about enough of this. As you stand there, watching the cat’s tail swish in the air, the barest puff of an idea sneaks into your head. Before you can stop it, it blooms into a full-tilt plan. 

You’re already in motion when your phone buzzes with a text. Normally, you’d ignore it, but it’s your favorite person on the planet. 

Shua: whatcha doin

You: stealing my neighbor’s cat

Even though your best friend is famously down for any sort of drama, his response is so ridiculously fast that it makes you smile. 

Shua: scandalous

Shua: can I help

You send him a brief description of your plan, and he shoots back that he’s already on his way.

There’s a knock on your day exactly twenty minutes later, proof that he wasn’t lying. When you open the door, Joshua takes one look at you and points, nodding. “Yes, good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” 

He’s referring to the fact that you’re both dressed completely in black, head to toe. The only difference between you is that he’s got a cute beanie shoved over his hair, a few strands hanging down in his eyes as he smiles at you. 

“I worried maybe I was taking this too seriously.” 

“Oh, no, this is very serious,” you inform him, leading him through your townhouse to the back door. “I’m really about to rescue Mr. Meepers from that asshole.” 

“Hell yeah, you a- wait, did you say Mr. Meepers?”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I know,” you laugh. 

Junhui, your horrible neighbor’s amazing ex-boyfriend, might not be the best when it comes to naming pets, but he’s a very sweet guy. While he and Mr. Asshole Next Door adopted the cat together, it was always very clear that he was Jun’s cat, and Jun’s cat alone. It breaks your heart to know that Mr. Meepers is being kept hostage solely for the purpose of punishing Jun for leaving that asshole.  

“He’s such a cute kitty, though, so friendly and playful, and Junhui’s really upset that he can’t get him back. That asshole won’t return his texts anymore. And the one time Jun showed up, he wouldn’t even answer the door.”

You pause to look out the window. Your yard and the one adjoining to the left are clear - or, at least as much as you can see over the fence seems empty.

“It’s bad enough that he won’t give Jun his pet back, but I know this jerk doesn’t take good care of him. He’s always locking him out in the yard. Doesn’t matter the time of day - I hear him out there all the time, crying and clawing at the patio door.” You frown. “Doesn’t matter what the weather’s doing and he doesn’t leave any water out for him, either. Just throws him outside and locks the door.”

As you ramble on, Joshua’s expression darkens. “I knew your neighbor was an asshole, but damn. That’s fucking cold.” He tips his head as another mournful “mrrrrooowww” sounds. “Is that him?” 

“Uh-huh.”

“He sounds so sad. How can that guy not care?”

“I dunno. Guess it’s easy to ignore innocent animals when you don’t have a heart.” You square your shoulders, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. “Thanks to that loud-ass engine on his piece of shit car, I know when that asshole gets off work. He always stops at a bar on Friday nights, so he’ll be home later than usual, but we don’t have a lot of time to do this. Might not be a great idea to do it now, but…”

“But Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to suffer any longer. I get it.” Joshua squeezes your arm, bolstering you a little with his comforting touch. You smile at him gratefully, and he grins back before clearing his throat and turning to the window. “So. We’re gonna go out there and get him.”

“Right.” 

“Right. So… how exactly are we gonna do that?” 

“With some loose fence planks and these.” You reach into the pouch of your hoodie and pull out a small crinkled bag. “Mr. Meepers loves tuna treats. I toss them over the fence whenever I see him out there.” 

“Of course you do,” Joshua hums, shaking his head. He loves to tease you about how soft-hearted you can be, but you’d argue he’s just as gentle and kind as you are. He simply hides it better - except when he’s around you. You’ve yet to figure out if it’s intentional or if your friendship is the chip in his armor, allowing you to see through to the real him. 

“Well, Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to sit out there all hungry because that jerk doesn’t actually want him. All he wants is to hurt Jun.” There’s no real need to explain yourself, but you do it anyway. Joshua’s hand brushes your arm again and you inhale a calming breath. “Okay. Time’s not stopping, so let’s do this. Are you ready?” 

Joshua gives you a nod. “Let’s go.” 

Leaving your back door open a crack, in case you need to make a hasty retreat, the two of you set out on your mission. 

Your neighborhood is typically pretty quiet this time of evening. There’s the sound of kids playing in their yard a few doors down, and the usual buzz of traffic on the main road two blocks over, but nothing loud enough to cover your footsteps as you crunch through the grass and fallen leaves lining the fence that separates your yard from your neighbor’s. The moon is already out, and a few stars dot the sky, but you still need the flashlights on your phones to give you enough light to keep from tripping over anything in your path.

Joshua insists on being the one to try to pry the boards off the fence. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to pull a few away, a fact that makes him cluck his tongue. “This is so unsafe, YN. Your landlord needs to fix this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” You’ve got a whole list of breaking or broken items for the landlord to repair. It’s the effort - and, especially, the time - that it takes to call and wait around for him to show up that you don’t have. “I’ll get around to calling him someday.” 

“I’m being serious,” Joshua insists, the concerned furrow of his brow evident even in the dim glow cast by his phone. “It’s not safe. What if someone gets in this way? Like a burglar? Or - or worse?”

“Well, they’ll have to get into asshole’s yard first to get to mine this way…” The odds of someone breaking into your home via this now person-sized hole in the fence are incredibly low. But you’re not going to argue about it at the moment. Not when you can hear the worry in your friend’s voice. “You’re right. I’ll call him next week. After we’ve made sure Mr. Meepers is safe with Junhui.”

“Good. It’s just… I can’t even think about what I’d do if something happened to you.” 

Joshua’s look of relief is enough to send warmth flooding through your chest, but combined with his words, it has your heart launching into frantic palpitations. Quickly, you duck through the space in the fence, needing to move away from your friend for fear that he might be able to feel the fluttering. You’ve spent the better part of two years hiding your crush on your friend. No need to give yourself away now. 

A bright light suddenly clicks on.

“Crap!” you gasp. In a burst of panic, you dive back towards the gap in the fence, only to find Joshua there. He lets out a surprised cry as you crash into him, knocking him flat on his back, another tiny “oof” forced from his lungs when you land on top of him. “Sorry!”

“What are yommmmph-”

“Shhhh!” 

You press your hand over Joshua’s mouth and glance over your shoulder. Your neighbor’s yard is still, nothing that you can see through the hole moving except for some unkempt bushes swaying in the chilly evening air.

You sigh. “Sorry. I forgot he’s got a motion detector light. I panicked.” 

Joshua hums, the brush of his lips tickling your fingers, and you remove your hand with an embarrassed laugh. Now that your fright has passed, you’re painfully aware of your current position, lying chest to chest, hip to hip on top of your best friend. His arms are locked solidly behind your back, cradling you to him as if he’s still trying to break your fall. 

It’s impossible to turn away when he looks at you, even though your heart is twisting itself into knots, so filled with longing that it’s tying you up inside. The longer you gaze into his eyes, the more your heart aches. 

Completely unaware of the inner turmoil you’re currently facing, Joshua grins. “Next time we steal someone’s pet in an act of righteous retribution, maybe I’ll be the one to gather the important intel first. Like motion lights.” He laughs, and you can feel it through your chest against his. Your heart twists again. “You can be the muscle, with a tackle like that.” 

“Shut up,” you groan, trying to gracefully slide onto the grass beside him, without success.  “I didn’t hit you that hard.” 

“I don’t know, I think I’m gonna be feeling that tomorrow.” He rubs his left shoulder gingerly, but he can’t fool you. You smack his other shoulder and he gives up the bit, laughing. “Fine, fine, you’re not the muscle. But I’m definitely the brains of this team.” 

“Pffft. If you’re anything, you’re the face.” 

“The what?” 

“You know. In a heist crew, the face.” You stand up, brushing some dry leaves from your hoodie. “The smooth talker? The one they send in to charm a target. That’s you.” 

“Oh.” Joshua’s eyebrow rises as he considers your words. “Um, thank you?” 

“You’re welcome. It’s a compliment.” 

“Is it?” He cracks a grin when you lightly punch his shoulder again. “Sounds like a weird way to call me manipulative.” 

“Don’t read into it so deep,” you state wryly. “I only meant that you’re, like, a fast thinker. And good at talking to people.” And incredibly charming. Joshua’s had you wrapped around his finger for ages. Thank god he doesn’t seem to know it. If he ever realized his true power over you, he’d be totally insufferable. And you’d still do whatever he wanted.

“Uh-huh. But if it’s all about me being good at talking, then why is it called the ‘face?’” 

He would ask that. 

“Um… most of the time the face is also really good-looking. It helps, y’know, to sell the lie if it’s coming from a pretty face.”

“Pretty?” His fingers fly to the bottom of his beanie again, tugging it down further. A nervous habit of his. 

”Well, yeah,” you say, shrugging. “You are very pretty.” 

You ride the surge of adrenaline in your veins forward and step through the hole into the yard next door before Joshua can react. 

It turns out to be a blessing that your neighbor has a motion light. His backyard is an obstacle course of rusty lawn furniture, neglected plants, and overgrown tufts of weeds. Carefully, you wind your way towards the patio, only to realize that Mr. Meepers is no longer sitting there.

“Mr. Meepers?” you call out in a hushed yell. “Where’d you go?” You must’ve spooked the cat with your wild dive earlier.

“He couldn’t have gotten out of the yard, could he?”

“I don’t know. I always figured he couldn’t or he would’ve run away by now.” Taking the treats out of your pocket, you give the bag a shake. “I brought you some of your favorite num-nums!”

“Your favorite num-nums?” Joshua echoes incredulously. 

“Shut up or I’ll tackle you again,” you mutter, catching his smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Here, Mr. Meepers!” 

You shake the bag of treats again and a bush near the edge of the patio rustles in reply. Mr. Meepers comes striding out, tail flicking happily as he brushes against your outstretched fingers. 

“Mmmrowww,” he chirps.

“Hi buddy,” you reply, scratching his ears lightly. “Here are your num-nums as promised.” Mr. Meepers nibbles on his treats as you stroke your fingers over his soft fur. “This is gonna be the last time I’ll give you these. You wanna know why? Hmm? Because we are busting you out of here and taking you home! Doesn’t that sound good?” 

The cat purrs loudly, nosing at the bag in your hand, and you cave, giving him a few more treats.

“No wonder Junhui’s been so sad. You’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?”

“So cute.” 

The words are whispered breathlessly, so quietly you’re almost not sure you heard them right. You glance up at Joshua, only to find your friend staring at you with a curious look on his face, an expression that you can’t quite name but it makes your pulse jolt regardless. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay when he suddenly straightens up, shaking his head a little.

“We, uh, we should probably not linger here,” he says, fingers clutching at his beanie. 

It almost defies belief how quickly his words jinx the two of you. You’re about to pick up Mr. Meepers when you hear it - the sound of your neighbor’s front door opening.

“Fuck, he’s home!” you hiss. Fast as you can, you scoop Mr. Meepers into your arms, thankful that he trusts you enough not to fight. Joshua holds out his hand to help you up and you stumble clumsily to your feet, apologizing when you bounce off of him. 

“Forget it, just go!” 

Joshua’s fingers lace through yours as the two of you scramble madly towards the hole in the fence. He reaches it first, but doesn’t go through, urging you on, his hands pushing gently on your back the whole time. As soon as you’re clear, he pops through behind you. 

Mr. Meepers chooses that moment to start squirming. He wiggles out of your grip somehow and drops delicately to the ground. For a split second you’re afraid he’s going to bolt through the hole, but instead he darts across your lawn and into your open door.

Before you can follow, you hear the loud creak of your neighbor’s back door opening. You and Joshua both flatten yourselves against the fence, desperate not to be seen. 

“Dinner time, dummy!”

There’s a spike of anger in your anxiety. You really hate your neighbor. He doesn’t wait long for the cat to respond to his call, slamming his screen door shut a few seconds later. 

A few excruciatingly long seconds after that, the light goes out. Everything is quiet again, save for your slight hyperventilating.

You blink a few times. “Oh my god, I thought we wer-”

The screen door next door opens again. 

“Yo, dummy, where are you? It’s time to come in!”

Your neighbor’s head pops up over the fence as he walks out onto his patio.

Joshua grabs the rotten planks and shoves them back into place. In his race to cover up the hole, though, he’s a bit too careless, and pinches his thumb. “Shit!”

You freeze. 

“Mr. Meepers?” the asshole next door calls out. “Stupid cat, what are you getting into?”

You can’t breathe. The threat of being caught now when you’re so close to victory makes your heart skip several beats in fear. Then Joshua’s gaze meets yours, and your heart positively leaps as he springs into action, pressing you against the fence. 

“Just go with it,” he whispers. He doesn’t give you a chance to process his words before he’s cupping your face, and then he leans in and kisses you. It’s a little hasty, a little rushed, like desperation propels him forward. But when his hands drop to your waist, bringing the two of you closer together, you relax into one another. The kisses turn slow, lingering.  

Your eyes slip shut as you breathe him in, citrus and cardamom, his cologne so warm and sweet, just like his kisses. He’s covering your body with his own like he’s shielding you. Protecting you. You could simultaneously shout for joy and cry. 

“What was tha- oh - oh shit, ‘m sorry - “ 

Your neighbor’s voice sputters into silence, and then a few seconds later, the light goes out. Joshua keeps kissing you, arms on either side of your head, but his caresses are more playful now, teasing nudges of his nose against your cheek, tiny pecks on your lips. 

“Joshua.” You speak his name intending to ask what he’s doing, but it comes out like a whine. You’re flustered and Joshua laughs, clearly enjoying it.

“I don’t think he’s looking anymore,” he deadpans, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he cups your face.

“Okay,” you reply, leaning in for another kiss. Joshua’s laughter vibrates against your mouth as you clutch at his hoodie, trying to keep him close. He manages to pull away anyway.

“We should probably get inside before the cat gets out.” 

With that gentle reminder of why you’re out in your yard in the first place, the fog around your head dissipates. You look at your back door and find Mr. Meepers sitting right inside, staring at the two of you. 

“Right.”Joshua’s right, but he also hasn’t let go of you, and that is seriously affecting your ability to think right now. You try to pull yourself together. “Um. Joshua.” 

“Yeah?” 

Countless ideas flit through your brain, the majority of them involving kissing him again. 

“Thank you. For saving us. That was, um. That was good. And, it was…” You’re burning up, the back of your neck heating with a heady mix of desire and embarrassment at how you’re reacting to Joshua’s touch.

“It was what?”

“It was just… really good,” you trail off dumbly in a tiny voice.

He smirks. “Told you I was the brains.” 

You feel slightly sheepish when he laughs again, but you're quickly reassured when he kisses you softly.

“C’mon,” he says, taking your hand again. “Let’s finish your mission and get Mr. Meepers back home. Then maybe I’ll show you what else I’m thinking.”

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“Bucky! E-enough…i can’t-- cum anym-ah!”

Your mouth drops open in a wail, nerves melting under the heat of Bucky’s tongue. It’s too much and even if you wanted to get up, the burly arms around your legs wouldn’t let you get far.

It’s been at least an hour of him eating you alive and for what? Because you refused to tell him what you were doing before he got home. John had been instantly suspicious when you met him at the door flustered with wrinkled clothes, breathing quickly in a light sweat.

You swore you weren’t doing anything abnormal and you weren’t….

But you’d rather kiss tarmac than admit to him that you were touching yourself. And you had gotten so close too.

You’re broken out of your thoughts as his hands slip down to your hips, raising them off of the bed in a swift motion, pulling a soft surprised gasp from your throat. Your mind is flooded with hot pleasure again as he plunges his tongue down into your dripping cunt, pumping the thick organ as deep as he can.

“Fuck!” you choke out, fisting up the blanket at your sides.

You squeal as his tongue presses and licks at your spasming walls, tears prick the corners of your eyes while they roll back. You heave out a pitiful sob as his tongue undulates and pushes against your sweet spot, stimulating so many areas at once that your next orgasm begins to build as quickly as it faded.

“Please,” you gasp, trying to wiggle out and quickly finding his hold too firm on your hips. He grips tighter to keep you lifted in place, tasting every inch of your hot cavern, feasting on your juices like a starving dog. His groan sends a ruthless shiver down your spine. The tension within you builds rapidly, searing heat flooding every inch of your cunt has your toes curling in the air and your lips agape, your walls clenching around his tongue in a vice grip. Everything so pent up and tense, you begin to chant his name in a desperate plea, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

He smiles to himself deviously, tonguefucking you harder, overwhelming your senses. Your head spins, you can’t take it anymore! You grind your hips in the air to try to buck against his tongue, sobbing at the feeling of it filling your clenching walls.

“I c- I can’t!” you sob, your head thrown back.

Bucky swirls your nub around his mouth like candy, giving you one more wet vicious suck before pulling away.

“Last chance, just what have you been up to while I’ve been away?”

You don’t wanna tell but you can’t keep this up either so…

“O-okay! I was touching myself! Happy n- oooh sh-it!”

Ha. He already knew that, he just wanted to hear you say it.

John raises your thighs higher, pressing them towards your chest. Your toes curl and you arch your back off of the bed, whining his name in a desperate plea. His tongue completely envelops your clit, licking continuously before plunging back into your sopping hole. Your breathing quickens and you buck your hips up, chasing that sweet release.

“C-cumming, fuck, Buck, please, please please!”

You actually do scream, and somewhere in the whiteout of arousal, your screaming that you’re cumming, and Bucky’s undulating that perfect fucking tongue and licking every inch of your insides with this pleased, possessive growl that makes tears drip down your face.

It’s too hot, it’s too much, you’re over-sensitive and desperate all at the same time, and it’s not until he withdraws his tongue and helps you steady your shaking, quivering legs that you stop moaning those shrill, needy whines so loudly.

He places one last kiss on your swollen pussy before moving up to embrace you. Kissing the top of your head as he smiles, “See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

[varethane]

Somewhat belatedly, I'm starting to move my tweet-shaped social media activity over to Bluesky! You can find my account on there over here: https://bsky.app/profile/varethane.bsky.social

I also made a booski account for my FFXIV-related stuff, to have it all in one place.... it's pretty new still (and I'm trying hard to pace myself), my hope is to use it to eventually assemble all of my Eorzean shenanigans in one spot, including sketches and so on that I haven't put elsewhere. You can find Sorrel over there at this account: https://bsky.app/profile/xivsorrel.bsky.social

[heeseungsbm]

Girl have you seen when heeseung pokes his tongue out, smiles and loosens his tie after the hundred broken hearts ending fairy bc it’s embarassing how many saves I have in my tiktok edit folder of him doing that.. like what WAS THE REASON? Does he not know we’re insane (I think he does and he likes it)

THE WAY THIS IS SO DESCRIPTIVE IS KILLING ME😭😭😭😭😭

girl heeseung is actually scary😭😭😭his duality is lowkey terrifying, it just makes me so curious about him yk? like ik its just his job to tease and feed into parasocial relationships, and he said it himself he watches movies to master sexy facial expressions—i picture him practicing in his room LMFAOOO😭but he knows he's hot so it makes it so much worse 😫😫😫

i also wonder why tf he be doing all that, like boyyy😒😒😒then again, i don't think there's anything heeseung can't do. like he's definitely just someone who wants to strive in everything he does, and its sooo respectable bc it shows!! but its so hard to not believe he's a lil horny freaky fuck😂whoever that man puts it down on is getting the dick of her lifetime, he's crazyy & i'm truly scared of him sometimes, my ovaries need a break

but hey, im delusional and fatherless so what do i know booskie

[hischierdevils]

could I do 20 with z please?

20. absurd terms of endearment

You’re sitting on the couch with your lap top on your lap since you work from home when your boyfriend comes over to let you know he’s leaving.

“See you later, coconut.” Trevor kisses you quickly before following Jamie out of the house for practice.

It’s almost become a game to him to see how many names he can call you. Some of your favorites have included sweet potato, booski, and buttercup.

Its sometimes annoys the people around you but the two of you think it’s funny. It’s gotten to the point where you’ll pretty much answer to anything.

“Hey, sugar we got chipotle.” Trevor greets you when the two boys return home.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” You comment as you finish typing up an important email.

A minute turns into five and then just as you’re going to set your laptop down, a co worker needs your help with something.

“Y/n! Your food is getting cold!” Trevor shouts after ten minutes.

You immediately set your laptop down and march into the kitchen with your hands on your hips. “Did you just call me by my government name?”

“Y-yes?” Trevor stutters.

Jamie chokes on his burrito and starts laughing as you glare at Trevor. “Don’t ever do that again.”

[astoldbychae]

(1) and (8) for Penny and her new booski.

Oooouuuuuuu...Allow me to formally introduce Penny's new booski: Anthony "Le Chef" or "Chef Baby Booski" Hill 🤣

1. Where and how did they meet? They met when she transferred to Copperdale High during her Junior year (he was a Senior). He had a girlfriend at the time, so these two just remained friends. They would keep in touch over the years via socials, celebrating each others accomplishments (as we all do now-a-days). Fast forward, life happened for the both of them (as it does) and they kinda "lost contact"...until they ran into each other at the grand opening of a new lounge in Del Sol Valley...where they exchanged numbers and have been enjoying each other's company ever since...

8. Where did they have their first date? At The Taste of Chestnut Ridge; an annual food truck/festival/fair-esque thing hosted by several black-owned businesses in Chestnut Ridge. The BBQ was 10 outta 10! #GoodFood #GoodMusic #AGoodAssTime

FUN FACT: He is actually this guy's brother...🙃

Thanks for the ask 💛

[planetkiimchi]

thank you for reading! glad you liked it <3 hope to be of service in the future as well 🫡

leave it to the poets | t.l

featuring: bf!ten x gn!reader

a/n: back from the dead!! just a li'l drabble because i was sick of doing my philosophy homework & @slytherinshua was complaining about the lack of ten fics 🙄

Ten looks up from his book, looking over at you settled on the other end of the couch. Far enough to have your own space, yet close enough for him to reach over, laying his head in your lap, snuggling into your warmth.

You gently pat him to get off, shifting to the middle of the couch where it’s cooler, and he jumps into talking about the new book he’s reading. It’s a fascinating study on the effect of hormones on “love”, he says.

The idea that love is a byproduct of hormones and not the emotional expression of affection is a concept completely foreign to you. You’ve always considered love to be the manifestation of emotions you feel towards people, or even things, that bring you comfort and joy.

To you, love is a very precious thing that is entirely emotional in nature.

However, the way Ten describes his book is completely different. Love is described as something biological in nature, related to the way your brain functions and the natural body processes that one goes through during puberty.

Hearing love being reduced to something so scientific and unemotional makes you sad. Your pout slowly turns into a frown as the forgotten sweater you’ve been making starts to fall, and Ten chokes on it as it smothers his face.

“Y/n! Are you trying to kill me?”

You shake your head quickly and keep the sweater away, focussing your attention on Ten.

His gaze softens when you look back at him. “What’s wrong?”

You sigh softly. “It just sounds so cold when you describe love like that. Why are we trying to make it scientific anyway? There are some things better left to the poets.”

“Like love?”

You nod. “Like love.”

Ten pushes himself up, his face just centimetres away from yours, staring into your eyes as if he’s deep in thought. Sometimes you wonder if, like people say, he can see into your soul from this angle. Maybe when the sun hits your irises just right, the light catches on all your thoughts and emotions, exposing them to the viewer just outside the window of your soul.

He hums, and you decide that you’re probably right.

“Then what is love to you?”

The eye contact between the two of you never breaks as you say seriously. “A conscious choice that we make, every single day, every waking minute. A choice to stay, when there are a million reasons that you should leave. A choice to keep searching, to keep looking for more to love and enjoy in the moment, with this person. To me, that is love.”

Ten’s eyes flutter shut, and he tilts your chin towards him in invitation. After a short pause, you close the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his.

As always, his lips are soft, like his cats’ fur. He smells like the jasmine-scented cologne you bought him for his birthday, and the scent of mint chewing gum lingers slightly on his breath.

Ten smells like home.

[justliketoreadsowhat]

Pls be my friend you seem so funny

Immediately yes booski!!🥹

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