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psa I am gonna be on a trip til Sunday and i will have absolutely zero internet connection so if you message me and i do not respond that is why!!

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iOS18 when I fucking get you—

[ahqkas]

Could you do the bamboos doing the tiktok trend a boy who jacket and kind please

♯JACKED AND KIND ( the batboys doing the ‘jacked and kind’ tiktok trend with you ! )

— gn!reader, dick & jason & tim ( separated ), cursing, not edited

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

this man would literally be so hyped about doing the trend with you!!

your boyfriend stood behind you as you positioned your phone just right, angling it to catch the best angles. he doing some simple stretches, probably the same ones he did whenever he got ready for one of his patrols. you watched in the reflection your phone provided how his navy blue shirt fit his torso, wrapping and stretching around the muscles without any real effort to show off his broad shoulders and muscular arms. you could also point out the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he knew exactly how good he looked.

“okay,” you took a step backwards toward him once you were satisfied with the preparation. “don’t let me down.”

a chuckle left his throat at your words while he met you halfway in the steps, taking a few steps forward so he could be standing behind you in order to record the trend. “baby, letting you down isn’t part of my vocabulary. lifting you up, on the other hand . . .” he trailed off with a wink and you managed to lightly slap his bicep before the countdown went off and the video started recording.

the song started playing from the phone — “slim pickins” by sabrina carpenter — and you tensed into position, facing the camera. you felt the warmth of his large hands on your hips before he touched you ( his touch was steady, as if he had done this a million times before ).

with an almost effortless motion, dick lifted you up in the air for a second before you made contact with his shoulder. you squealed in surprise from how quickly the whole thing happened and tried to balance yourself on top of him. he adjusted his grip on your knees while flexing his biceps for the camera, showing off the pure muscle with a large grin etched on his pretty face.

he looked confident, like he was the first man to ever grace the earth, even swaying a bit on his feet. show-off. the song continued playing, and just as the lyrics — “a boy who’s jacked and kind” — faded, dick followed it by lowering your body down in a quick move, catching you in a bridal style before you could even process what was happening.

“dick!” you couldn’t help but gasp this time. you haven’t seen this feature in the trending videos yet, and you were pretty sure you two would end up viral with just this move alone. you could picture the comments already.

“get a room”

“i miss my future bf”

“ON MY PHONE? ON MY WIFI? ON MY ACCOUNT??”

he really was jacked and kind.

. . . JASON TODD !

jason would kill this trend without even trying.

you had been begging him for the last hour about doing one of those new trending tiktok videos. the ones where couples did something ridiculously romantic which caused the whole comment section to show what’s it like to be born a hater (“so cute!! BLOCKED” “reacted "👍🏻" to your message” “i’m sleeping on a highway tonight guys” ). jason had been through countless trends already, but you were extra set on doing this trend with him.

“jason, come on! it’ll be fun, i promise.”

he dropped the book he was reading on the coffee table with a dramatic sigh, turning to look you in the eye. “i swear, every time i turn around, there’s another damn trend going viral.”

but there was no real annoyance in the tone of his voice. he could act all rough and nonchalant, but deep down, he adored you with all his heart and soul. he’d never admit it aloud, but you got him feeling things he didn’t quite know how to process.

you looked over at him with those pleasing eyes he could never resist. “please, jay?”

letting out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard, your boyfriend stood up from the couch and walked over to where you were standing in front of your phone. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered under his breath lowly with those beefy arms crossed at his chest.

“i promise this will be the last one.”

“uh-huh.” jason didn’t want it to be the last one.

you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him while you set your phone up. “you know how this works, right? just pick me up and place me on your shoulder.”

you didn’t have a single doubt about him not being able to pick you up. jason was a big guy, he could manhandle you all you he wanted without breaking a sweat, you knew that. he was going to pick you up.

“alright, sweetheart. get over here.”

the song started playing as soon as the timer was up and you felt his hands sliding up your thighs as he bend over a bit before he wrapped his forearms around the meat of your legs. he picked you up effortlessly like you weighed nothing, not a single sound of protest leaving his lips from the motion. your laugh filled the room when you made contact with his broad shoulder and you wrapped your arm around his neck, leaning slightly closer to him for the video to capture.

jason didn’t flex his arms, didn’t need to show his strength off. he simply wrapped his hands around your thighs, fingers kneading the soft muscles as he helped you balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall and make a blooper instead.

“see? no big deal.”

. . . TIM DRAKE !

tim was never one to enjoy attention, especially not the one that came with being on camera.

but when you, with your sweet smile and convincing voice, had asked him to do yet another one of your tiktok trends, he couldn’t really say no.

“tim, please? you’ll love it, i promise,” you pleaded with him, already setting up your phone with the timer set straight on because you knew he wouldn’t resist you. he never did.

and he didn’t this time, either. “what’s this trend about again?”

you practically bounced over to where he was standing with pure excitement written all over your face. “it’s a lifting one. i just need you to pick me up exactly when the songs say ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’. simple, right?”

“i really don’t think–“

“oh, come on! you’re strong, and you’re always complaining i never let you have fun. this is fun, tim.”

at that, he let out a long sigh while his hand rubbed the back of his neck. he was thinking, deep in thoughts. but you were really really really hard to resist when you got like this — all pleading and loving with him. you had this look in your eye, he had realized, one that said you would never stop bugging him until you got your way. and he realized he was down bad for that look.

“fine. but if i drop you, don’t blame me.”

tim stepped into position behind you, his eyes narrowing as he mentally braced for the lift before the video could ever start. he wasn’t sure how exactly this was supposed to go, but it didn’t look that complicated, right? it was just about picking you up and holding you there for a few seconds. simple. yet, he couldn’t help but overthink the whole thing.

his stance was little awkward, with his hands hovering near your waist as if he wasn’t entirely sure of his footing, trying to maintain that balance between not looking too stiff and not being too casual either.

for a split second, everything was going perfectly. your boyfriend had you in his arms, effortlessly supporting you on his shoulder while your laughter erupted from your throat. you knew tim would be perfect for this trend. but that’s when things went sideways.

his feet shuffled under him and he lost his footing on the carpet beneath him. his balance wavered which caused yours to do just as same, and before he could adjust and save the situation, your body slipped a little too far to one side. tim’s eyes widened, and he made a split-second decision to shift his hands, trying to catch you before you fell completely.

everything happened so fast.

you were halfway to the floor when his arm shot out, catching you by the waist just in time. for a second, it looked like he might’ve actually saved the moment — then his grip faltered, and you were both tumbling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs.

“ah!”

the two of you collapsed together, but your boyfriend managed to twist in the last moment, taking most of the fall with his own body before you could hit the floor completely. he groaned softly under you with his chest rising and falling rapidly as you lay on top of him, your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and laughter.

“you almost dropped me.”

“i did drop you,” he replied dryly, but his voice held no real frustration — just the tiniest hint of amusement as he looked up at you.

it might’ve not been a video that would kill the whole trend, but it was a video that would never fail to make you smile. and that was enough for you.

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↪streamer!ellie headcannons

m.list

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ her setup isn't the cleanest, old soda cans taking up most of the room... her stream can always spot one in the corner of the screen. One day, it's an old pepsi can, and another day, it's an old sprite can.

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ type of person to play roblox games on her stream (especially the scary ones) in her words roblox games are the types of games LEGENDS play

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ wifi quality is ASS her fans always wonder how tf she's able to stream, like you're watching the screen and suddenly it freezes before resuming and she's not even on screen anymore (she went to get some snacks)

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ cringest person ever, but hey, at least she's free

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ when she first started streaming no one knew how she looked like and it wasn't because she didn't show her face it was because her camera quality was so fucking bad to the point no one could clearly see her (but her voice would always go viral)once she did get a new camera her chat went CRAZY which really confused her

"okay chat! so my old ass uncle got me a new camera so how we looking!" ellie said with a stupid goofy grin on her face as she made sure the camera was straight, she than sat down as she looked at the chat.

"uh chat..what's happening- why are you guys acting like you've never seen my face before.." the auburn girl asked quietly in confusion and slightly concerned as she looked at the comments from her stream.

@abczoobys: ZOO WEE MAMA GURL UR FINEEEE

@lesbodotcom: omg we can actually see ypuuuu

@lesbinsmtime:can ur gf fight?

@bigDINAenergy: finally you got rid of that crusty grainy ass camera

@cybergurk67:GURL UR FINEEEEEE

@calokuchis: is that a strap in the back?

@nosoundwhere5:replying to @lesbinstime yk damn well this ho don't get bitches 🤣🤣

"DINA SHUT UP!" ellie yelled in defense for her old, well beloved camera with her voice cracking in the process "OH MY GOD GUYS WAS MY CAMERA THAT BAD?????"

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ her headset can't even fit on her head for some odd reason, literally looks like the top is floating which her chat always points out but she just says in defense while touching it "guys it's literally supposed to be like this" with a little stupid grin

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ would stop the game to take little breaks and happily show the chat a new t-shirt she got with a stupid slogan "yo chat i got a new shirt- this shit is fireee"

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ sometimes she accidentally streams without turning on her other camera so the stream can't see what she's playing, it would literally just be her face in the camera and that's it and the chat is just confused cause they can't see what game she's playing.

"BRO BRO BRO HES CHASING ME CHAT CHAT DO YALL SEE THAT?! HES RIGHT BEHIND ME!" ellie yelled as she continuously hopped in her chair (lol??)

@sonicfasten: wtf

@user183838: can yall see what she's playing?

@usernma5e: her mic sounds horrible 😭

@gayhotqueen: this dumb bitch....

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ choice based games are her worst enemy, her chat genuinely got scared when she said that her next game she was gonna play was Detroit Become Human

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ swear she would literally discuss the choice with her chat and still end up picking the wrong answer

"GUYS GUYS I DIDN'T MEAN TO CLICK THAT WHAT THE FUCK!" ellie yelled in panic as she tried to click buttons on her controller to try to go back and start over

@sonicgam1ng: HES GONNA DIE NOW

@user6171781: how'd she manage to fuck this up

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ she sucke at shooting games, too, but claims she's actually really good at them (she's ass) "chat I'm about to go ham" she claims as she dramatically cracks her knuckels

"chat I swear I'm usually good at this game- im just nervous!"

@elliesgurls: bruh who tf told her to play this again...

@userhshh5: ..put the fries in the bag..

@sonicgoes: NEVER let her touch this game AGAIN

@girlsgoceazy4lesbians: SHES ACTUALLY SO ASSCHEEKS LMFAO

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ if she's playing a game and that involves a mic and hears a girl she'd tried to rizz them up "ohmygod is that a girl- chat I'm about to rizz her up" she says rubbing both her hands together, pretending to be nonchalant when in reality she's scared

@lizlivesuh: please don't ellie..

@cyberprinces6s: girl she don't want u

"hey what's ur name pret- OH MY GOD" ellie began to say before her voice cracked so BADLY she immediately rushed to leave the game as she repeated "chat that was so embarrassing that was embarrassing OH MY god"

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ she has a bruise on her forehead for constantly banging her head on her mic in front of her when she gets jumpscared by a scary game

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ one time joel popped up into her live chat cause a fan found his facebook and gave him a link to her twitch account, which happened to be unfortunate for her cause the time he commented was when she was playing a not so pg game

"guys i think we about to get naked right now i don't knowwwwwww" ellie exclaimed while shaking her head as she looked in the chat, her happy expression quickly faded as her she caught sight of the chat.

@username44: GUYS IS THAT REALLY ELLIES DAD?!

@boombox66: NO FUCKING WAY???

@user678889: BRO???

@lesbinsimisgpod: ELLIE UR DAD 😭😭

"GUYS WHOS DAD?!?" ellie yelled while pausing the game, her mouth halfway open as she looked through the chat in utter confusion

@joelmiller8: hey kiddo, I don't think you should be playing these types of games 🫶 but if it makes you happy

@joelmiller8: also you left your laundry out should I put it in the washer?

"WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK JOEL GET OUT!" the chat is all putting laughing emoji's and tagging joel in random post and comments....(joel recieved over 100 friend request after this😭..)

↳ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 ━━ ever since roblox added the mic feature NO ONE could separate her from it, trust ellie WILL argue with children on any roblox game.

"that's why your mic sounds like your drowning!" the random kid in the game said as he ran up to ellie's ugly ass avatar, ellie literally has no chill "that's why i was drowning in your mom last night OUUUU YEAH HOE!"

@sonicrisen: HELLOOO???

@gogobro67: THAT'S A CHILD ELLIE 😭😭

@username6o7:BRO HELP I CANT STOPP ELLIE

this is literally her

[loveanddeepdick]

do you have anymore obsessive!geto headcannons 👀 👀

WHY YES I DO ANON

obsessed!geto who crashes tf out when he sees the location of your necklace frozen at home when you should be at work. he checks ur phone’s location and there isn’t an exact spot. fuck your spotty work wifi.

obsessed!geto who paces your shared apartment which turns into his eyes locking into tunnel vision and ransacking the place after ten minutes. he looked for any signs that you were unhappy or wanted to leave. he knew you’d never cheat bur the thought of it alone made him stumble to the bathroom and throw up.

obsessed!geto who’s eyes catch on a shiny piece of jewelry behind your skincare. he finds the small locket on the corner of the bathroom counter behind your face wash, like it’s been discarded. you took it off and left it? did he do something? was he not enough? he snatched it, picking up his phone to call you when a notification from you came in.

obsessed!geto who didn’t notice how long he’d been in that headstate until got the notification that you had arrived from from a small app on both of your phones. your keys jingled and the door slowly opened as you walked in.

“sugu!! im b—“

you couldn’t finish your sentence or take your shoes off when geto tackled you in a hug. his breath was uneven, sweat sticking from his forehead sticking onto his tar black hair. he was wordless, an almost eerie silence. that’s the kind of man he is.

obsessed!geto who silently turns you around and moves your hair, his hands shaking as he clipped the necklace back on.

“oh! i’m glad you found it, i lost it after i took a shower,” you smiled back at him, his purple eyes looked like an echo chamber. his eyebrow quirked up at your comment.

“for… got? you forgot it?”

“uhh.. yeah.. but i’m glad you found it, suguru,” you turned back around, fixing your hair back in place.

“oh.. yeah,” he chuckled nervously. of course you forgot it. silly you. he’d always been the one to find your lost items. what would you do without him?

obsessed!geto who let you ride him for once, letting you take control. it was obvious you weren’t, with him bucking his hips up and holding you in place as you meekly jumped up and down on his cock.

he loved the view though, your face twisting in pleasure as his cock stood straight up into you, your tits bouncing in unison, and his necklace. the one you oh so cherished from him. the locket bounced on top of your tits, the perfect view honestly.

he’d gotten so worried today, he’s ought to install a camera in it now too! i mean, he’s got to keep an eye on you. god knows who’s out there harassing you at work or on the way home. after all, he knows what’s best for you.

not proofread i just love geto😵‍💫😵‍💫

[saeun]

LOLLIPOPS ꢾ꣒ OLD DREAMS ex!sukuna ryomen x reader.

+ love, ‘su: in this sukuna’s that one ex who just won’t leave you alone bc hes annoying // toji sneak but he's like irrelevant !,×&&÷

the store’s dead. nothing but the whirring of vending machines and the music softly playing from the speakers can be heard. you’ve been behind the counter for the past five hours—you’re sweaty, bored, and experiencing the consequences of sitting on a random upside-down bucket for hours with nothing to support your back besides random moments of fixing your posture.

you double-tap the glass on your phone, sighing as you saw the time. it’s 08:30 p.m exactly, just thirty minutes before you can clock out. time felt slower than usual—the lack of customers and WiFi helped in dragging the time.

rolling your shoulders back, you stretch your neck to the sides, desperately trying to release tension. tension that’ll easily build right back up. there’s truly nothing to do. you’ve made paper airplanes, chewed on half a pack of gum, doodled on the wrappers and gave yourself tattoos, took multiple five-minute naps—the list can go on.

a “ding!” prevents you from succumbing to your boredom. immediately, you fix your posture, dusting off your shirt before you scanned the store for whoever just walked in.

so far, all you’ve seen is a man dressed in knee-length pants, a loose tank top, and an unlit cigarette tucked between his ear as if it were a flower.

another “ding!” came in, effortlessly moving your attention towards the glass doors. another man walked in. this one’s decorated in black from head-to-toe. full-length sweatpants, a hoodie, a cap, and a face mask. with an attire like that, you felt a bit threatened. what if he’s here to rob the village convenience store that runs on life support?

the scenario withers away immediately when you saw him walk to the previous man. seems like they’re friends. shrugging, you grabbed a random flyer from the desk, folding it back and forth to make a makeshift fan.

the men lingered around for a while, strolling through the four aisles before they walked up to the front. the one without the suspicious outfit places his items on the wooden desk: six beers, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

he’s probably in his forties, you mentally judged based on his items.

“your total’s twenty-two dollars.” you bagged his stuff, sliding it towards him once you placed everything in it.

“thanks,” he nods, sliding a twenty-dollar bill and a five-dollar bill your way. “keep the change.”

“‘kay.” you gave him a nod back, not caring about the extra three dollars.

the all-black outfit man didn’t seem to follow his friend, though. you shifted uncomfortably on the bucket, waiting for him to say something, but it looked as though he’s a silent one.

“i clock out in, like, eleven minutes sir. is there something you need?” you questioned, lacing your voice with a touch of attitude.

he takes his cap off, then lowers his mask. the familiar hair colour and tattoos that adorned his face made you audibly show your fight-or-flight reaction. the “oh fuck,” left you quicker than you expected.

“it’s been a minute, yeah?” he spoke, looking down at you.

your face twisted into an expression of disgust before you brought forward the customer-service smile. you remembered that you’re still in the store, and there are unfortunately working cameras.

“been a minute of you wasting my time, sir! please leave!”

“sir?” he tilts his head at the unfamiliar title. were you drawing a line, or were you acting as if you don’t share a history with him.

“yes, sir.”

shifting, he places his hands into his pockets, slightly leaning back to appear nonchalant—as if he’s not bothered by the act you’re putting on.

“y/n l/n, did you really think moving back to your hometown would stop me from coming?” a condescending tone oozes from him. the mention of your full name didn’t fail to make you shiver.

swallowing back the chain of insults that threatened to flow, you dug your nails into your fist, gritting your teeth.

“keep it cute, sukuna.”

“there we go,” sukuna smiles, “i don’t dislike sir, but i prefer my name.”

you automatically rolled your eyes, unfazed by sukuna’s taunting. you’ve been through it for two years, after all.

the sound of the bell followed by the glass doors opening disrupts the moment between you two. the man with the cigarette re-enters the store, looking at his friend up and down with eyes filled with judgements.

“talk about cockblocking,” sukuna mumbles under his breath, waving his friend off before turning his attention back to you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“we don’t have enough time for you to be tackling a cashier.” he clicked his tongue, gesturing for his friend to leave his position and exit the store.

you kept quiet, watching the two fade into the darkness of the night the moment they exited. once you were certain you couldn’t make out any figures, you let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“stupid fucking job and a stupid fucking ex.”

──────

sukuna’s a man of his word. you know this—everyone knows it. it’s exactly why you shouldn’t have greeted him with a “what the fuck!?” and slam your apartment’s door in his face. when he said he’ll see you tomorrow, he genuinely meant it. you don’t know how he knew of your apartment complex and your door number, but he’s here now.

poking his inner cheek with his tongue, he gave your door three obnoxious knocks again. the sole purpose of the knocks was to annoy the neighbours which would then pressure you into letting him in. you’ve always been wary of making sure everyone else is comfortable and sukuna’s glad you’re still the same in some ways.

just as he predicted, you quickly opened the door, immediately cursing at him.

“can you be fucking quiet?!” you whisper-yelled, holding onto the damp towel that was once wrapped around your hair.

“if you let me in,” sukuna whispered back, shrugging at your annoyance.

“no.”

a firm rejection. you prepared to close the door (again) with full force but it wobbled back when it met sukuna’s foot that prevented it from being closed on him (again).

“very disrespectful. who raised you?” he clicked his tongue in disapproval, placing a hand on the door to force his way in.

you were ultimately defeated. there was nothing left for you to do but stand there wondering whether it’d be a good idea to report a home invasion with a side of harassment.

sukuna allowed himself to be amazed by your little home. the colours alone scream your name. he observes every detail, ignoring the voice in his head that’s telling him how it would’ve been had you two not break things off.

“nice place.” a compliment.

“tell me something i don’t know, you undiscovered demon.” an insult.

‘undiscovered demon?’ the insult lingers in his mind for a bit. your… peculiar ways of naming people truly surprises him.

ignoring your burning gaze, sukuna takes his shoes off before sitting himself on your sofa. he shuffles a bit to make himself comfortable: leaning his head back, closing his eyes, and stretching both hands on the top edge of the backrest.

a frown decorates your face. walking towards the kitchen, you grab the disinfect spray and sneak up behind him.

feeling you near him, sukuna raises an eyebrow, “got me a drink or what?”

you hummed, fighting back a mischievous smile as you sprayed disinfect like it’s body mist. the attack makes him jolt, turning around to curse at his offender.

“what the fuck was that about?”

“get out of my apartment, sukuna.” you leaned on a leg, placing a hand on your hip to emphasize that you’re serious.

a minute of silence welcomes itself. you can see sukuna thinking about what’s the best action he can do in this moment.

is it: (a) leave like you said to. (b) get back comfortable. (c) suggest something else.

“maybe if you let me reminisce and sleep with you again.”

clearly, he went with option c and a tablespoon of shameless-ness.

“what– wait– huh?!” you spluttered, bewildered at the audacity of the man who claims to have been in a past relationship with you—even when you’ve preached about not knowing him!

sukuna shrugs, shifting around in the sofa to make himself comfortable again. only this time he’s laying down.

“my hand gets tired too–”

“have some class!” you cut him off, throwing your hair towel at him. you can’t ignore the heat that’s settled in the back of your head.

by the time you regained your calm, sukuna’s already on his way to a nap. he even rolled your towel to use it as a pillow.

closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. there’s really no winning with sukuna.

[activesplooger]

Having A Bad Day | ᴠᴏx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Notes: Quick blurb i did bc ive been having a bad day. Dw, im still working on my cult leader vox x reader :)

Summary: Today was... less than great, to be honest. You've managed to keep it together, but as soon as your partner asks "what's wrong?" you immediately burst into tears.

CW: fluff, suggestive, adam

Masterpost

ᴠᴏx

You walk in to the penthouse utterly exhausted. Kicking off your heels, you drag a hand down your face and walk in yours and Vox's shared bedroom.

Vox is already lying on the bed as you enter, scrolling on his phone with a neutral expression. He looks up as you enter, "Hey, doll.". After examining your expression, he furrows his eyebrows and sets his phone on the nightstand, "What's wrong?".

You take a deep breath and try to hold it together. Fuck, you were doing so well why'd he have to bring it up?! Your composure cracks, you start to sniffle as tears well up in your eyes.

“Woah woah,” Vox gets up from the bed, “shh, come here, tell me what’s wrong.”. He approaches you and hugs you tight while cradling your face. “I had a shitty day at work,” you lean your head on his chest, “my boss was on my ass and then this guy honked at me on the way home.”. Vox runs his claws through your hair as you sob into his chest, “It’s okay, it’s over now. I’m here. Let’s get you in bed and we can watch your favorite TV show.”.

Nodding yes against his chest, he lifts you up into a bridal carry and sets you down on the bed. Vox plops in bed beside you and drapes a heated blanket over you both. You scoot across the bed next to him, laying your head on his chest as you sniffle.

Vox’s hand returns to your head where he tangles his claws into you hair, gently massaging the area, “That’s it, doll, let it out.”.

You end up falling asleep on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing you into slumber. Once you fall asleep, Vox would immediately make sure your boss got a “friendly” electrocution and cut off their wifi. As for the morning, Vox would spend all day scanning the camera footage for whoever dared to honk at you the previous day. He’s take that persons punishment into his hands and “take care of them”.

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𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶

Adam's sprawled out on the couch as you enter, rolling his eyes and throwing his phone on the couch cushion beside him, "Fucking finally! What took you so long?!". You stare at him blankly, too emotionally exhausted to respond.

"Fuck's your deal?" he asks as he sees your state, immediately regretting his harsh response as he sees you start to cry, "Oh shit-". Adam springs up from the couch and rushes over to you.

He traps you in a tight embrace, completely enveloping you in his large body. You sob into his chest, arms coming up to wrap around him (even though your arms couldn't possibly fully wrap around him). "I didn't mean to yell, baby, I'm sorry," he coos softly, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"I had a shitty day," you mutter into his chest. "I'm sorry," Adam lifts your head up and peppers your face and neck with kisses. "Just stay home next time," he coos, his voice muffled against your skin, "shouldn't fucking be away from me anyways.".

You lean into his kisses, closing your eyes as you let his embrace relax you, "I had a super stressful day today... Then, on the way home, some asshole honked at me.". Lifting up his head, Adam stares at you with a firm expression, "Someone fucking honked at you? Who the fuck even honks in heaven anyways?". You smile softly at his words and lean against him.

Adam pulls you tighter against him, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "I'll have that piece of shit thrown into the fucking depths of hell.". You chuckle softly, "Pft, thanks, Adam.". "Let's go to bed," without warning, Adam slings you over his shoulder and pats your bottom, "I know just the thing to cheer you up.".

He then carries you off to the bedroom and plows into you for the rest of the night like there's no tomorrow.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇

Lucifer strolls by you with a plate of pancakes as you walk in. "Helllloooo, my lo-!" He immediately senses your sadness and sets the pancakes down, "what's the matter, darling?". Tears start to flow down your face, the simple question completely breaking your composure.

Lucifer rushes towards you and wraps you in a hug. White and scarlet wings emerge from his back and wrap around you in a cocoon of comfort, "No no no, please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong.". Slumping against him, you sniffle softly, "I had a shitty day at work and-and then some guy honked at me!".

"Awww, sweetheart," he coos, soft hands coming up to gently hold your jaw, "I'm sorry...". Still crying softly, Lucifer uses his powers to float the plate of pancakes over to you, having it hover beside you. "I made you pancakes~" he says playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

You laugh through tears, "Luci it's 10pm and you made pancakes?". He nods eagerly, a goofy smile plastered across his face, "Yup! Why? Do you not want them?". Teasingly, he floats the pancakes a bit farther away.

"No no wait I do!" you reach out for the pancakes, the flow of tears starting to halt. "What's the magic word~?". "Pleeasse?" you look up at him with big doe eyes, still a bit watery from your sobs.

"Good girl," he brings the pancakes over to the two of you and grabs a forkful of soft buttery pancakes, "say "Ah"~" you obey and open your mouth. Lucifer gently pushes the food in your mouth and smiles, "How about I draw a bath, hm?".

You nod, and he takes your hand, gently ushering you to the luxurious bathroom. He makes a lovely bath filled with essential oils, rose petals, and bubbles. Once he joins you in the bath, he pulls you between his legs. As you settle snugly with your back pressed against his chest, you start to feel something stiff pressed up against you...

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the end

enjoy

random blurb i did in like 45 minutes bc yeah

also i had a shitty day and someone fucking honked at me and i started crying (again) so that's why i wrote that in lol

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Going Dumb

Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)

Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.

WC: 2.5k

Genre: smut

Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net

A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.

Please check out their fic here!

You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.”

You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.

When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.

“That's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,” Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.

“Please, Minnie,” you plead - for relief or release you do not know.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, smirking through the screen. “That's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.”

“I'm sorry, Master, please,” you say, eyes lowering.

He ponders, “I don't think so,” you pout but he continues. “Hold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.”

You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.

You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.

Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.

The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.

The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.

Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.

You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.

The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.

You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.

You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.

Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.

You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. It’s been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.

Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.

You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position you’re not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.

You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.

By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.

With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.

Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.

You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.

You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.

Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, “Oh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.”

Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.

You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.

Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. “It looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.”

You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?” He asks.

“Yes, Master,” you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. “Good pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.”

You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.

When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.

“Be honest Pup, did you cum?” he asks?

“No, Master,” you whimper and he hums with derision.

“You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,” he rubs a hand over your ass.

“While you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?” He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.

You whimper and whisper, “No Master, it wasn't fair.”

“Very well,” he says, “let's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.” He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.

You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.

Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. “You're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.” You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.

“My good girl,” he praises, “you did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.”

Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.

This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.

When it’s fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. “You got me a tail, Master?”

“Sure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.”

You moan sinfully and arch your back more. “Please Master, fuck me! Breed me!” you plead.

Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“Fuck, Pup,” he grunts. “You're so warm and tight.”

He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!

“Is Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?” He teases. “Does dumb Puppy need to cum?”

His words shake something loose in your brain. “Yes- yes- yes! Please!” You chant with every thrust of his cock. “Please, Min! Please M-m-master!”

With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say “cum” and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungmin’s dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.

You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like “good pup, beautiful, good girl.”

It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.

Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?

[sirenedeslily]

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐃𝐄𝐍 ‎𐦍 𝐜hristopher 𝐬turniolo

❛ somebody 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 how i’m 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. ❜

(⊹ֹ 𝐢𝐧 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ) ──── ⟢ a quiet ache lingers, but the warmth of her lover’s presence reminds her that healing begins in the spaces between words.

it wasn’t one thing that sent you spiraling. it never was. the weight crept in quietly, a whisper that turned into a roar. you didn’t notice it until you were already caught beneath it, struggling to breathe, each moment heavier than the last.

lately, it felt like the world was asking too much of you. deadlines stacked like bricks on your chest, the air in your lungs thinning with every passing day. sleep was a distant memory, replaced by the harsh glow of your laptop screen and the bitter taste of coffee that didn’t help anymore. even the smallest things—an unanswered email, a misplaced notebook—became mountains you couldn’t climb.

and then there was the familiar darkness, the one you thought you’d left behind years ago. it sat heavy in your chest, uninvited but persistent, curling into the quietest corners of your mind. you tried to push it down, to ignore it, but it was always there, waiting.

you told yourself you were fine. it was easier than trying to explain the way your mind wandered to places you didn’t want to go. easier than admitting how often you felt like a passenger in your own life, watching it all slip by. you smiled when people asked how you were, gave the same tired answer every time: i’m fine, just busy. it wasn’t a lie, not exactly. you were busy—busy running from the parts of yourself you didn’t know how to face.

and you buried it. you always did. hid it behind strained smiles and quiet reassurances to anyone who asked. i’m fine, you’d say. just tired. you weren’t lying, not really. you were tired—bone-deep, soul-crushingly tired.

the signs were small at first. you stopped texting chris goodnight, and your messages turned clipped, sparse. you blamed school—i’m just busy, i’ll call later—but later never came. on facetime, you avoided the camera, saying it was broken, that your wifi was lagging. and when chris asked how you were, you gave him the overused line you had given everyone else in your life: i’m fine.

but you weren’t fine.

the semester’s endless grind pushed you deeper into yourself. the library became your sanctuary, not because you felt productive there, but because you could hide. headphones in, dull and tired eyes, you lost hours staring at your laptop screen, the words blurring together until they didn’t make sense. the cold boston winter slipped through every crack in your armor, and you were too tired to fight it. eating felt pointless. sleep was fitful. most nights, you stared at the ceiling until morning, pretending you didn’t hear your phone buzz on the nightstand.

but chris knew better.

he always knew. even from across the country, he could hear it in your voice, or the lack of it when your calls started going unanswered. he saw it in the text messages that came less often, in the silences that stretched too long. chris wasn’t one to sit and wonder. when you stopped answering altogether, he booked a flight without a second thought.

you didn’t know he was coming. he didn’t give you a chance to talk him out of it. he knew you’d try, knew you’d tell him not to worry, to stay where he was. but chris had never been the kind of person to let you suffer in silence. not when he loved you the way he did.

he found you at the library. it was where you always went when things got too heavy, hiding in the corner like the world couldn’t reach you there. you were hunched over your laptop, earbuds in, the glow of the screen reflecting off tired eyes.

“hey, princess.”

the sound of his voice cut through the fog like sunlight breaking through clouds. you froze, your hands hovering over the keyboard, not daring to look up. when you did, he was there, standing in front of you with snow melting in his hair and a look in his eyes that made your heart twist.

“chris?” you whispered, the disbelief thick in your voice.

“surprise,” he said softly, pulling out the chair across from you.

“what are you doing here?”

he didn’t answer right away, just set a paper bag on the table and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. his voice was gentle, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile. “you stopped answering my calls,” he said. “got worried.”

you looked away, your gaze fixed on the crack in the table. “i’m fine,” you mumbled, the lie falling out before you could stop it.

chris didn’t buy it. he never did. he reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours. “don’t do that,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “not with me. i know you.”

those words broke something inside you. the tears came fast, hot and unrelenting, and you tried to hide them, your hands trembling as you covered your face. chris didn’t hesitate. he moved to your side, his arms wrapping around you like a shield, pulling you close.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice steady as the world around you crumbled. “i’ve got you. just let it out, sweetheart.”

you shook your head against his chest, the words spilling out between sobs. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i’m trying so hard, but it’s like i can’t keep up. i feel like i’m falling apart.”

chris held you tighter, his hand cradling the back of your head. “you’re not falling apart,” he said softly. “you’re human. you’re allowed to feel this way. but you don’t have to do it alone.”

his words melted into you, soft and warm, like the first sip of hot chocolate on a winter day. you stayed there, wrapped in his arms, as the weight you’d been carrying finally started to lift, just a little.

when your breathing steadied, chris pulled back just enough to look at you. his thumb brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his touch impossibly gentle. “you’re so strong,” he said, his voice breaking just slightly. “you don’t even realize it. but you don’t have to be strong all the time, okay? let me carry some of it.”

your eyes filled with tears again, but this time they felt different—softer, less sharp. chris reached into the paper bag, pulling out a pastry and setting it in front of you. “you need to eat,” he said, his tone light but insistent.

you shook your head. “i’m not hungry.”

“please,” he said, his eyes pleading. “for me?”

you took a small bite, the sweetness spreading across your tongue like warmth returning to frozen limbs. chris smiled, his hand finding yours again. “good girl,” he said softly.

his words stayed with you, filling the empty spaces that had been aching for so long.

chris studied your face for a moment, his brow furrowing with quiet determination. the familiar, concerned look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed, and you could feel the weight of your exhaustion more acutely now. he noticed everything—the stack of notebooks strewn across the table, the mountain of textbooks you’d been buried in for days, the way your laptop screen flickered with yet another unfinished project. you hadn’t even noticed how much you’d been sinking until he did.

without a word, he reached for your hand. his palm was warm against yours, grounding you in a way that nothing else could.

“come on,” he said gently, his voice low but insistent. “let’s take a walk. just for a little while.”

you hesitated, the weight of the world pressing against your shoulders. but then his gaze flickered to the window, where soft snowflakes began to fall, catching in the pale light of the streetlamps. his voice softened, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“you love the snow,” he reminded you. “i know how much you love it when it’s this quiet. let’s just walk for a bit, okay? it might help.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling your body betray you, tiredness pooling in every part of you. but there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you with that unwavering concern, that made you nod.

before you could protest, chris was already gathering your things. he tucked your notebooks into your bag with care, placing each one neatly as if he understood the chaos they carried. he slid your laptop into its sleeve, the keyboard barely visible beneath the layers of papers. he took his time, making sure everything was in its place, then slid the strap over his shoulder before offering his hand to you once more.

you let him lead you outside, the cold air greeting you with a refreshing bite. the streets were nearly empty, the city muffled by the thick layer of snow that had begun to blanket everything in sight. it felt like the world had slowed, as if the snow itself had wrapped you both in a quiet, sacred moment.

as you walked, chris slowed his pace, matching each step with yours. every now and then, he glanced at you, his eyes catching the way the pink from the cold kissed your cheeks, the way your hair caught the snowflakes and held them like little diamonds against the night. he didn’t say it, but you could see it in the way his gaze softened—he thought you were beautiful like this.

“when we were kids, i always loved seeing you like this. you’d catch snowflakes on your tongue, and it was like you didn’t even notice the cold. it was just… you and the snow.” he said after a while, his voice cutting through the silence.

a faint smile tugged at your lips, a fleeting warmth that faded too quickly. it wasn’t the smile you wanted to give him, but it was enough for now. enough for him to keep going, to hold onto.

but the weight of everything you’d been holding back started to settle in again. you stopped walking, the cold air tugging at you, and turned to face him, your breath clouding between you.

“i’m scared, chris,” you said, your voice catching in your throat. “when it gets this bad… i don’t know how to stop it. i don’t know how to keep it from taking over again.”

his eyes softened, his grip on your hand tightening as if to anchor you. he stepped closer, his other hand gently brushing the side of your face, his touch grounding you in ways you hadn’t realized you needed.

“i know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with tenderness. “it feels impossible sometimes, but you don’t have to face it alone. i’m here.”

you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “but you’re in la, and i’m here. it feels like i’m disappearing, like i’m just… fading in this big, empty space. you have your whole life out there, and i don’t even know what i’m doing anymore.”

chris cupped your cheek with both hands now, his warmth spreading through you. “you’re not disappearing,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “and you’re not alone. i’m always with you, even when i’m far away. you’re my best friend, my everything. i’d drop everything if it meant you’d never feel like this again.”

the tears spilled over then, hot against your frozen cheeks. “i feel so…unworthy,” you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of the confession. “of you. of your love. i feel like i’m just…too much to handle.”

chris didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. he only wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the kind of embrace that made the world feel smaller and safer. He rested his chin on the top of your head, his voice soft but resolute.

“you’re not too much,” he whispered. “you’re everything. and i love you more than anything in this world, princess. you don’t have to carry this by yourself anymore. let me hold some of it with you.”

you buried your face against his chest, letting yourself break, finally giving into the comfort of his arms. he held you close, his hands smoothing over your back in slow, comforting circles, murmuring against your hair.

“i’m here,” he said softly. “i’ve got you. i’m not going anywhere.”

and for the first time, you believed him. you believed in the warmth of the snow, in the light he brought with him even in the coldest of times, and in the truth of his words.

the snowfall had slowed by the time you and chris found an empty bench near a quiet park, tucked away from the main streets, where the world seemed to fall away, and the only sound was the gentle whisper of the snowflakes as they settled onto the ground. he brushed the snow off the wood with his hand before guiding you to sit, his hands still steadying you even though you were already seated. the air was crisp, but it felt like it was wrapped around you both in a quiet embrace. the city lights twinkled in the distance, but here, it was just you and chris, a stillness that felt like a secret only the two of you shared.

chris sat next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushed against yours, and the warmth of his presence was enough to chase away the last of the cold. he didn’t say anything for a while, just sat there, breathing with you, as if you both needed this moment of peace more than words could express.

finally, when you turned your head to look at him, his gaze met yours, soft and steady. he looked at you for a long moment, studying the way the faint glow of the streetlights caught in your eyes, how the snowflakes clung stubbornly to the ends of your lashes. you looked fragile, yet there was something achingly beautiful about you like this, cheeks rosy, hair slightly damp from the snow, eyes glistening with unshed tears. he smiled, a small, tender thing that seemed to melt away all the tension that had been building up in your chest.

“you know,” he began, his voice low and full of affection, “i’ve always known you’d be my whole world.”

his words were so simple, yet they held a depth that made your heart skip. you swallowed, unsure of what to say, but he wasn’t waiting for a response. he just kept going, his voice wrapping around you like a blanket.

“when we were little,” he continued, “i used to watch you, just… watch you, and i knew. i knew i’d be the luckiest person in the world to have you in mine. i thought… i thought about how everything made sense when you were around, how everything felt like it had a purpose because you were in it. and i wasn’t the only one who knew that. my whole family? they all love you like you’re their own. you’re… you’re just it to us. always have been.”

the weight of his words settled in your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “i feel so far away from that now.”

chris shifted, his fingers brushing your chin as he tilted your face toward him. “you’re not far away,” he said softly. “it’s all still there—those memories, those feelings. and you’re not alone in this, even when it feels like you are. you’ve still got us, always.”

you swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill again. “i don’t know how to not feel like this, chris. it’s like…like i’m drowning, and i don’t even know how to ask for help.”

“you don’t have to ask,” he said firmly, his thumb grazing your cheek. “i’m always going to show up for you, even when you think you don’t deserve it. you’re worth it—every damn piece of you. do you hear me?”

you blinked, feeling your heart swell with emotions you couldn’t quite name. chris had always been a rock, but hearing him say these things, so openly, so unguarded, made you feel like you were floating.

“you make everything make sense,” he said, his voice quiet now, but the weight of it hanging in the air like a promise. “even when i’m lost, or everything’s falling apart, i know i’m okay because you exist. because i know you’re out there, and i know i’ll always find my way back to you.”

the sincerity in his eyes made your chest tighten. you didn’t know how to respond, but in that moment, you didn’t need to. you let his words wash over you like a soft tide, settling the chaos in your mind, grounding you in a way that nothing else could.

as he spoke, his hand reached out, finding yours once more. you felt the calluses on his fingers, the steady rhythm of his pulse, as if he was holding onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him. there was no need to pretend, no need to hide from the overwhelming weight of your emotions. not here. not with him.

the moment stretched out, wrapped in a blanket of silence and understanding, until you found yourself leaning into him, your eyes growing heavy. you didn’t realize how much you needed this closeness, how much you needed him, until the weariness crept up on you, slowly but surely. the weight of the last few days, the sleepless nights, the endless worry—it all melted away as you rested your head on his shoulder, your body seeking out the warmth of his presence.

chris didn’t say anything when he felt you start to doze off, his hand gently brushing through your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands as if to reassure you that he was still there. he knew. he always knew when you needed to rest, when you needed to let go of everything and just… be.

when you finally fell asleep against him, your breathing slow and even, chris smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he didn’t want to disturb you, didn’t want to wake you from the peace you had finally found. instead, he gently carried you back to your apartment as carefully as if you were made of glass.

once inside, chris continued holding you in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the couch. he gently laid you down, making sure you were comfortable, then draped a soft blanket over you. as he moved toward the bathroom, he lit vanilla and cinnamon candles, letting their soothing scent fill the air. he knew how much the warm, familiar aroma helped to ease your anxiety, how it always made everything feel a little less heavy.

the water ran warm and inviting as he carefully helped you into the bath, making sure you were comfortable before lighting a few more candles around the room. he placed a journal beside you—one with a leather cover and pages that felt like they belonged to something sacred—and opened his own journal, sitting beside you with the quiet intention of journaling together.

“you don’t have to write anything if you don’t want to,” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “but i thought maybe we could just… be together in this. i’ll write, too. i want you to know that you’re never alone in this.”

he played laufey softly in the background, the gentle hum of her voice blending perfectly with the flickering candlelight, as you both sat there in companionable silence, the world outside slipping further away. the moment felt timeless, and for once, you allowed yourself to simply be—without worry, without fear.

when the bathwater began to cool, chris helped you out of the tub, drying you off with a soft towel, his movements slow and careful, as if he was afraid of breaking you. he dressed you in his hoodie, the one that always smelled faintly of him, and his own pajama pants, making sure you were as cozy as possible.

he booped your nose with a smile, marveling at how cute you looked, the softness of the fabric, the way your hair fell in loose waves around your face. “so cute,” he murmured, brushing through your hair with delicate care, braiding it in a loose, gentle way, as you settled onto the couch, starting up a charlie brown christmas with a content sigh.

when your eyes began to flutter, heavy with exhaustion, chris gently lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bed. he tucked you in with a soft kiss to your forehead, and before he pulled away, you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

“thank you. for everything.”

chris smiled softly, the warmth in his chest growing, and he kissed the top of your head before settling beside you, his arm wrapping around you tightly. “you never have to thank me for this,” he said softly, his voice a balm to your soul. “i’m always here. always.”

as your breathing deepened, he pressed his cheek against yours, his lips brushing softly against your temple. “you’re safe now,” he whispered. “i’ve got you.”

and there, in the warmth of his embrace, surrounded by the gentle glow of the candles and the soft hum of the world outside, you finally let go. you let yourself be taken care of. for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to feel truly, completely loved.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Angeal, please take Sephiroth to Midgar Burger PLEASE!! He deserves it.

Who can deny this expression!

Pleaseeeeeeeeee

List of Things Sephiroth Has Been Overheard Saying at Midgar Burger - Compiled by Angeal Hewley

• "...beesechurger." *visible internal crisis after stumbling over the word cheeseburger*

• "Why do they call it a Happy Meal when it brings no measurable increase in serotonin?"

• "The meat to bun ratio is unsound."

• "That child has been screaming for 8 minutes and 43 seconds. Their guardian remains unconcerned. That is abuse."

• "The plant in the corner is plastic. I find this deceptive."

• *observing someone with many sauce packets* "That man's hoarding suggests previous sauce shortages."

• "The children in the play area are displaying impressive tactical abilities. That one has established a defensive position in the ball pit."

• *watching someone struggle with the soda machine* "One's thirst cannot be quenched without struggle."

• "This table is sticky, which is a biohazard."

• "They claim these are 'bottomless' fries, yet I clearly see the bottom of the container. False advertising."

• *watching drive-thru* "Their vehicle organization system is more efficient than some military operations I've witnessed."

• *staring out the window* "There appears to be a small colony of pigeons establishing dominance over the parking lot."

• *attempting to use touch screen kiosk* "This machine offends me by refusing to acknowledge my finger inputs."

• *analyzing the toy cat that came with the happy meal* "How precious."

• "The straws are not strategically reinforced for optimal liquid transfer."

• "Their security camera has been focused on that empty corner for three hours. It knows something we don't."

• *looking at promotional poster *"Why is this cartoon burger mascot smiling? It's about to be consumed."

• "The ice cream machine is broken again. This cannot be coincidence. I sense sabotage."

• "That man has been trying to connect to the WiFi for 15 minutes. His persistence is admirable but futile."

• "The breakfast menu ends at 10:30. Time restrictions on eggs are a scam."

• "Their 'fresh' lettuce is two days old. I can tell."

• *staring at self in reflective napkin dispenser* "My hair looks acceptable."

• "That family's toddler has escaped containment for the third time. Their evasion techniques are noteworthy. We should take notes."

• "The ketchup packets require too much force. This is a design flaw."

• "That employee's name tag is crooked by 3 degrees. It's bothering me."

• *With his mouth full of burger, chewing* "I appear to have miscalculated the optimal bite radius."

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[beom-pyu]

truth or drink! (couples edition): choi yeonjun

based off those truth or drink videos by cut on yt! who's next?

other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" soobin "engaged edition" kai "blind date edition"

nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink! couples will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

“hi, i’m y/n.”

“and i’m yeonjun.”

how long have you guys been together?

YOU: “nine months.”

YJ: “nine months, really? i thought it was already a year.”

YOU: “that friends with benefits stage doesn’t count, i think.”

YJ: “ohhh, okay, okay.”

how did you meet?

YOU: “we had a class together in our freshman year of college and i thought he was sexy.”

YJ: “that’s it? you weren’t like attracted to my kind nature and generosity?”

YOU: “no, you just looked like you had good dick.”

yeonjun shrugs at the camera, a small smile on his lips.

YEONJUN: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever said about me to your friends?

you immediately reach for the bottle of fireball, pouring your shot glass to the very top. yeonjun glances at you, to the camera, and back to you, a disbelieving puff of laughter leaving his lips.

YJ: “was it that bad?”

YOU: “you used to be an asshole, jun.”

YJ: “...okay, fair.”

YOU: when was the last time you masturbated, and where was i?

YJ: “this morning. and you were right next to me.”

YOU: “why didn’t you wake me up?”

YJ: “you’re like the devil reincarnated in the morning.”

YOU: “i thought you were into that?”

YJ: “...”

you smile as yeonjun quickly pours himself a shot.

YEONJUN: what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done sexually with an ex?

YOU: “pour me a shot.”

YJ: “no, no, i actually wanna hear this.”

YOU: “oh my god. uh—okay. i fucked one of my exes with a 10 inch tentacle dildo.”

…

YJ: “can we try this sometime?”

YOU: “yeonjun.”

YOU: if i was put in a coma, how long would you wait for me?

YJ: “at least a good… year? maybe two.”

YOU: “wow… you wouldn’t wait an eternity for me? am i not the love of your life?”

YJ: “hell no. you run up my wifi bill.”

YEONJUN: when was the last time you faked an orgasm and why?

YOU: “i've never faked one.”

YJ: “you heard it here, folks.”

YOU: what would you think if you caught me watching porn?

YJ: “without me?”

YOU: “he’s actually said this before.”

YJ: “what if it was me?”

YOU: “‘again?’”

YJ: “okay, next question.”

YEONJUN: if our sex life was a porn genre, what would it be?

YOU: “dominatrix meets pegging meets cuckhold meets—”

YJ: “none of this is true by the way.”

you give him a pointed look

YJ: “some of it is true.”

YOU: have you ever had a crush on any of my friends before we started dating?

YJ: “you never brought me around your friends!”

YOU: “i’m pretty sure i did, like once or twice. it would’ve been awkward 'cause they knew we were fucking.”

YJ: “i brought you around my friends and they knew—wait, did you have a crush on any of my friends?”

YOU: “...pour me another shot, please.”

YEONJUN: name two celebrities you’d want to have sex with if we weren’t together.

you immediately take a shot.

YJ: “woah, wait why?”

YOU: “because i’d like a peaceful drive home.”

YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?

YJ: “maybe like… seven. eight?”

YOU: “you’re lying.”

YJ: “i’m not! do you think i’m a whore?”

YOU: “well, i’m dating you, so yes.”

YEONJUN: have you ever thought about cheating on me?

YOU: “you already know, but i’m taking a shot.”

YJ: “this is actually a funny story. so, there’s this guy named soobin—”

YOU: “okay, slow down—”

YJ: “and y/n didn’t cheat, but they asked if we could have a threesome—”

YOU: “we did have the threesome, by the way.”

YJ: “yes, we did.”

YOU: “we should call him later.”

YJ: “nah, i think we scared him off for good.”

YOU: have you ever considered having an open relationship?

YJ: “surprisingly, no. this is probably the first stable relationship i’ve ever been in and i don’t have any intentions on being with someone else right now.”

YOU: “agreed.”

YJ: “you’re all mine, baby.”

YOU: “...can i take a shot, just for that?”

YJ: “shut up, you love it.”

YEONJUN: what’s the one thing you would change about me?

YOU: “hm… well, you do get super defensive about the littlest things.”

YJ: “i do not! what the hell?”

you deadpan the camera.

YOU: what’s my biggest flaw?

YJ: “you’re like a borderline workaholic.”

YOU: “i agree with that.”

YJ: “and me?”

YOU: “hm… you’re very, very forgetful.”

YJ: “i’m like dory.”

YOU: “yea, except dory is actually cute.”

…

YJ: “is the video almost over?”

YEONJUN: what’s your favorite thing about me?

YOU: “you always manage to make me feel safe and loved, even when my confidence is really low.”

YJ: “woah… i thought you were gonna say my stroke game or something.”

YOU: “i mean… that too.”

YOU: why do you love me?

YJ: “who said i love you?”

YOU: “cut the cameras.”

YJ: “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. um, well i feel like i always have? like we’ve been friends for so long, but no one has ever made me feel the way you do. i’ve never been happier… like i’m my true self around you, and i know i can be because you’d never judge me for that, yknow?”

YOU: “awe. guys, i’m gonna cry.”

YJ: “they’re actually crying, look. zoom in.”

YOU: “and that’s a wrap! thank you for watching this video! don’t forget to like and subscr—”

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