#can you tell im sos o so unwell about them. can you tell

[floofz]

do you think lu guang thinks about the first cheng xiaoshi he left behind

about the cheng xiaoshi that died in the darkroom. that bled out in his arms and lies on the cold floor in the red light, in his own blood, alone among all the photos. a cold and dead cheng xiaoshi, that no one will or did ever come back for

does lu guang think about cheng xiaoshi in different versions? does he ache for the dead one that he left behind? riddled by guilt because he left in pursuit of another? does his heart break for his first cheng xiaoshi that he will never see again? never experience again a true first meeting, first friendship? a partnership that grows, in a timeline unmarred by the knowledge of what will happen?

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Severance s2e3 live reactions, because I guess I’m doing this now

- hello Ms. Cobel :)

- Mark buddy why the fuck are you timing how long it takes to get down the elevator

- Irving’s hesitation to go to O&D?? just stab me in the chest

- helly being so encouraging to Irving when I’m so suspicious that’s not helly?? Fuckkkkk

- “Once we’re out the door my outie will know what to do!” Mark please don’t let your innie down pls pls pls

- OH THE TENSION BETWEEN MARK AND HELLY. IT IS. SO VERY THERE. THEYRE MESSYYYYY

- I suspect the balloons are going to be a running theme

- IRVING YOU ABSOLUTE KING FOR RECREATING THE PAINTINGS

- is this him wanting to look for that hallway in the paintings or is this him hiding from O&D

- Dylan has bought in to the bullshit room plans, noooo the union busting is working

- I desperately want to know what Natalie’s deal is. Girl who are you. Why does the board like you and only talk through you. She doesn’t say anything except what the board has to say.

- OH THAT CONGRATULATIONS WAS HER. okay so there is a person in there somewhere

- something something the fucked up reward of getting to see god portrayed as you when you move up in the system and how that encourages you to play god with the people under your control-

- HELLO MS. COBEL.

- istfg if anything happened to those goats-

- helly is awfully hesitant when it comes to investigating with the goats. Very different from the girl who broke so many rules and tried to hang her outie… interesting…

- GOATS!!!!!!

- Goat?? Man??? Man dressed as goat??? Why

- “are you here to kill me” “hi I’m mark :)” this is a comedy actually

- this woman is living in an apocalypse zone and bitch rolls up in his nice suit like “hi I’m mark”

- Irving is looking at that painting,,, psychic damage

- HI FELICIA (meme voice)

- RAGHHHHH HIM AND FELICIA HAVE BOTH LOST SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT AND THEY BOTH GET EACH OTHER THEY FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE WHO GETS IT

- “wellness. we don’t abide such fripperies here.” Girl we can tell

- Also something about how the cowbell calls people but the goats don’t respond… something about how the innies were “locked up like animals” and she just summoned her department with something associated with animals…

- “is it rude to keep asking why you’re a kid” no because we’re all thinking it. But also yes, probably.

- holy fuck they’re really out there lovebombing Dylan so goddamn hard

- something something they saw what Dylan G would do for his innie family with overtime and then they said “we need him to care about something else right now, he’s too dangerous”

- “who’s Seth” “please refrain from sharing sensitive or privileged information” THEY DONT EVEN GET TO KNOW MILCHECK’S NAME

- they’re guilting him into company loyalty and I’m going to start biting. “life is better on the inside” ass behavior. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

- do we think this is actually his wi- WHY THE FUCK IS THE PICTURE LIKE THAT

- BLACK AND WHITE AND OLD TIMEY CLOTHES???

- WHY??

- Irving and Felicia friendship is everything to me actually

- “I’ve only ever seen him scared of one thing. he spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you” I am fucking unwell what the fuck

- the drawings are so-

- THE EXPORTS HALL???

- union organizer mark real

- POUCHLESS???

- Dylan’s wife has a pouch for her things that they made her carry in… hmmmmm…

- “no more cameras!” Mhm yeah so that camera angle had nothing at all to do with surveillance at all. We totally believe you

- Dylan’s visit with his wife is so awkward

- OUTIE DYLAN?!?!?!

- NATALIE HANGING WITH RIKEN?? What the fuck is up

- oh she’s mask off, interesting. Ain’t no way she gives a shit about the book

- they’re trying to make Riken into company propaganda Jesus fuck

- Devon my love my light my hope in the outie world she is so on to them

- THEYRE SO CLEVER. THEYRE SO FUCKING CLEVER

- CAN’T PASS A NOTE? SEAR THE NOTE INTO YOUR RETINAS I GUESS

- GOD THEYRE SO CLEVER, DEVON IM KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS

- I’m about to get jumpscared so bad by Harmony Cobel aren’t I

- oh that’s really not where I expected her to go. Maybe she is more obsessed with Kier than with Mark

- COLD HARBOR MENTIONED

- oh shit she really said me or Milcheck and LOST

- OH SHIT SHE JUST CALLED HELENA A NEPOBABY TO HER FACE

- “why don’t we reset. It doesn’t have to be this way” I just got chills, is she severed? Is she about to be severed? What the fuck

- I need to study Cobel under a microscope. What just happened

- mark is doing conspiracy shit and is simultaneously so exasperated when conspiracy shit happens

- REINTEGRATION?? OH I WAS EXPECTING IT AFTER THE THEME SONG BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO HAPPEN THAT FAST

- Mark pls tell Devon before doing this. PLEASE tell Devon before doing this

- I’m so scared of this going wrong

- HOLY SHIT WHAT A WAY TO END THAT EPISODE

[arieswritez]

None of my friends are as into Invincible as I am and I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure because I have no one to tell how much I think he's a biter. He is leaving marks ha anywhere he can reach.

Also, yeah he's such a soft boy but IMAGINE if he found out his s/o was into him manhandling them?? That boy could swing me around like a carwash sign and I'd be on my knees begging for more.

I am mentally unwell about him.

mark is DEFINITELY a biter & im glad someone said it!!! that boy has an oral fixation & u cant convince me otherwise!!!

it starts off with playful little nips while the two of you are making out, tugging on your bottom lip or biting at your shoulder whenever he's kissing your neck. he blames it on cuteness aggression, he loves you sm 🥺🥺

but he doesn't have pure intentions all the time. mark is possessive. he may be too proud to admit it but mark is inexperienced in romance. you're his first partner and to make things worse: your situation is. . complicated, him being a superhero, and all.

he's always away and he worries about you just as much as you worry about him. he thinks you'll lose interest whenever he's gone for weeks or even months on end. mark needs constant reassurance that you're not gonna forget about him. he makes sure to make it up to you whenever he comes back, giving you his undivided attention. but no matter how much he tries to distract himself by being with you, he knows he'll eventually have to leave again. so he tries to soothe himself is by giving you love bites and hickies,, just something to remember him by while he's away ;) and something to deter anyone from approaching you romantically or sexually.

and when it comes to manhandling,, the poor baby doesn't know his own strength ;(( he knows you're fragile.. human. . but sometimes he gets so caught up in the moment that it's easy to. . get carried away. ends up pulling or holding you too tight: bruising you. but fear never flickers in your eyes. instead, a flicker of surprise for what he can physically do.

maybe even intrigue.

don't be surprised when he uses it as leverage for your fun 🤭🤭

[echowithpain]

Holy Chiz, that was an episode

Where to start???

I guess the easiest place is probably what everyone is screaming about:

BUCK IS MOVING INTO EDDIE'S PLACE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!

Wait... what's that? Is that...

BUDDIE ON THE HORIZON?!

Bruh, Buck is gonna be living in Eddie's place until he gets back from Texas with Christopher in tow and since he gave up his loft, he's gonna be living with the two of them AS A FAMILY until he finds a new place and then realizes he doesn't want to move out cause he's gotten used to being with them all the time and they have a routine-

Guys I'm screaming. Thanks for the food!

SOMEONE WRITE THIS FIC SO I CAN READ IT ALREADY 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

I will say, definitely worth Eddie being pissed at Buck the whole episode (valid) only to find out he ended up taking the place himself!!!!!

Oh also, that mini scene of Eddie showing the people the place and Buck overhearing "everything that matters is in Texas" definitely hurt. I FELT FOR YOU BUCK!!!! 😭❤️‍🩹 And then Buck saying he had the dog to keep him company only for it to immediately abandon him when the owners showed up 😭😭😭 Bro was NOT having a good day 😭😭😭

It was great!!! 😂😂😂

...

One thing that WASN'T great unfortunately was the Maddie storyline.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, but when the call came in at the start of the episode, I could immediately tell the person was using a voice changer but they never???? Brought it up????

Do they not know what voice changers/modifiers sound like??? Did they think that was an actual person's voice????

When the person hung up from the first call because Maddie "betrayed" them, and then the next time we see Maddie is with Athena, I thought they were gonna try to decode the voice to see if it sounded like anyone in the police's database, but no. And then when Maddie listened to that call that was 10(?) years ago, she said it sounded the same- IT WAS A VOICE CHANGER!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU RECOGNIZE IT???? IT COULD'VE BEEN TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!

And then after the call where they killed themselves (we'll get to that, trust me), Maddie said she would hear that voice in her head forever or something like that- BUT AGAIN IT WAS A VOICE CHANGER???? So you weren't hearing their actual voice!!!!!! AND IM SAYING AGAIN!!!! N O N E OF THEM MENTIONED THE PERSON WAS DISGUISING THEIR VOICE!!!! SO THEY ALL THOUGHT THAT WAS WHAT A PERSON ACTUALLY SOUNDED LIKE!!!!!

*sigh*

So anyway, -1 point cause that was never brought up

Also, side note, since I didn't live blog my reaction I don't have proof of this, but I jokingly told my step dad "Lol, what if it's this lady who kidnapped the girl" when Maddie and Athena were with the lady who had been tracking the Richard guy. I was half joking half serious because everyone was pointing to the person being a dude and there's no way they could tell that if the person was using a voice changer so I was like, huh, what if it's this chick. And apparently it was???? (Or maybe it was the Richard guy's ex, I'm bad with faces so I know it was one of them from the promo)

Uhhh, I don't know if this should be a full point or a half point, but -(?) point for Maddie telling the person to kill themselves.

I was going back and forth with my step dad about this when watching the episode, but Maddie should've never told the person to kill themselves. He argued that there was nothing else to be done, and I argued that there was a few things she could've done differently, but regardless of what any of that was, if someone is calling 911 saying they need help and they're gonna hurt someone or themselves but they don't want to, the dispatcher on the line should N E V E R tell them to kill themself.

The fact they called 911 in the first place, mentally unwell or not, means a part of them is reaching out for help. No matter how bad the situation is, DO NOT ENCOURAGE SUICIDE!!!!

What if they said "I will. I'll put down the monster... But I'll put down the girl first." And then both of them are dead by the time the police showed up? What then?

The only reason I'm thinking about making it only half a point is because Maddie showed genuine remorse afterwards, and not just when it happened, when she went back to the room with the lady and Athena, she was still feeling bad about what she'd done then too.

Also I was confused about the person with the voice changer knowing about Jee-Yun. Cause I already knew it wasn't the Richard guy (again I don't have proof cause I didn't liveblog but I told my step dad it couldn't be the Richard guy cause he was a sex offender and all the girls who had been found dead showed no signs of SA or torture. Not saying all people who are registered sex offenders will 100% kidnap, SA, and torture people, but in this show, things are exaggerated) but did Maddie ever mention her to the other lady? I might've missed a line where she said she had a daughter herself and namedropped Jee because my step dad was talking on the phone at that time, but I'll rewatch the episode later to make sure. Unless the person was stalking Maddie which also makes sense...

I rewatch the episode later.

But yeah, -1/2 point for Maddie telling someone to kill themselves when they called 911 for help

...Anything else?

The dog was cute! And Buck isn't beating the "secretly a puppy" allegations 😂

Hen: You gave us a scare, boy!

Buck: Sorry guys 😃

Cap: She was talking to the dog

I'm so glad I wasn't drinking anything when that happened 😂

ALSO HOLY SHIT!!!! THE GAY FIREFIGHTER SHOW ACTUALLY FOUGHT A FIRE!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can't believe they still do that 🤯 Lol

So, yeah! Those are my thoughts! Pretty good, not the best but honestly, slightly above mid...

How did the lady get in Maddie's house? It looked like she opened the door with ease, but you already know Maddie didn't leave the door unlocked, and I doubt she stole her or Chim's keys, so is she a master locksmith? Did she make a mold of Maddie's key? How and when? Does she just know how to pick locks? ...I'm taking a point off for that

Episode Rating: 🐕7.5/10🐕

Like I said, pretty good, not the best but honestly, slightly above mid.

Buddie crumbs were there (thanks for the food!) and I'm genuinely curious to see how they catch this lady and why she did what she did. See y'all next week!!!!

Maybe sooner if I find more stuff to talk about 😘✨

[tom-is-online]

firstly hi, im the toya side story person. i do hate the fact that akito punched toya. i dont think anything really justifies violence. but enas is implied to be much more frequent! And sibling fights are whatever.

but u cant ignore the fact that some people may just not like ena because of this repeated pattern. i understand that the person in the tags was trying to explain enas behavior, not justify it. but unless its been retconned in a way i forgot, pale color says shinei only really started telling ena that she couldnt be an artist w/o talent when ena was looking at highschools, so its not like ena was fresh into middle school when her father rejected her dreams. akito when faced with insecurity didnt physically lash out at ena as far as im aware of. saying that she lashed out at him just bc he was nearby and improving in his own field doesnt really change a lot imo. just because siblings use each other as an outlet for stress doesnt mean everyone has to be comfy with it. plus, when akito describes the scratching, he mentions dodging the thrown objects and the scratches being hard to avoid if shes near, which leads me to believe that akito was trying to avoid a fight instead of a sibling brawl

im not calling this abuse, by any means, nor am i suggesting that ena shld have magically spawned healthy coping mechanisms. Im just trying to suggest a possibility that ena scratching akito may not have made her likable with some people, given the repetition and akitos lack of involvement in enas insecurity. everyone has different boundaries on what they think is okay. anyways i am happy to continue discussing this tho, i really liked hearing a diff perspective :) and if i missed anything from the stories, i really am sorry

original post

I understand what you're getting at, but I wanna just clear up some stuff with it

Akito and Toya became friends about two years before the main story (both 14), which means Ena was in the last year of Middle School when they met. Ena would have been looking at High Schools at the time, so the timelines with that add up with her emotional state due to her father. And since then, Ena has clearly stopped doing this to Akito

I understand the "it was a repetitive occurrence" argument but she was clearly not in the right headspace to be rational and considerate whilst having breakdowns, she was 15 and mentally unwell, and she's not gonna act in a rational way

Even if it was hypothetically before her last year of middle school.

SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO OLDER THAN 15 have you met a pair of siblings 14 and younger? esp with personalities like the Shinonomes

Akito likely wouldn't have fought back against Ena in the same way because he's clearly always been very athletic meaning to me if he tried to fight her back. He would probably just win and he doesn't want to just kick her when she's already down.

Anon (and other people who make this argument) I am just so curious if you're an only child and if not what your siblings are like. I don't have a sister but I have a brother one year younger than me and we fought all of the time until we were like 15-16, me and my brother are both very hot-headed people esp at that age. Siblings just do that, so being so uncomfortable with the concept of siblings fighting that you hate Ena just feels so much like you don't understand typical sibling behaviour

If you're uncomfortable with the fact a 15-year-old had fights with her brother whilst she was likely mentally unwell or below the age of 15 and continue to hold this to them until they are 17-18 when they no longer do this

whilst also excusing Akito for what he did in the main story because it was a "one-off"

idk, man.

the argument is about liking Akito and not Ena. If you can hate Ena for being ~15 and mentally unwell whilst scratching Akito but not hate Akito for punching Toya at 16 and that being a MAJOR PLOT POINT whilst Ena's isn't.

it just feels like you can't understand the nuance behind someone doing something negative when they have bad mental health or you don't have siblings and don't understand how siblings like the Shinonomes would act in a situation such as theirs.

Or someone just gives the male characters way more leniency than the female characters

anyway. i do understand people have diff boundaries. but giving Akito leniency on violent behaviour and not ena for actions she did years ago. you can understand how this is a red flag

idk if i have anything else to say about the matter without going in circles

anyway. theyre great i love them

[ceoandslutler]

Not to be mean, but I think why people (somewhat including me) might respond negatively to your latest post about Ciel's mental health is both your use of medical language (diagnostics as well as specific drugs) as well as your reference to having professional relations to that field. This, in combination with some of your more controversial interpretations might duggest the possibility of real harm done if you actively practice something related to psychiarty/give qualified advice. I do not think that violence - except for self defense - is morally good, but it can wtill be a developmentally normal impulse which it is dangerous to pathologize in the real world. Suggesting Ciel needs strong psychopharmacological interventions based on a few scenes where he acts in a manner that is somewhat impulsive (though really potentially violent against another human being in one case, where it is still highly relatable) seems a bit ireeaponsible to me, personally.

if you read all the rbs of my post and saw what i said at the end:

and still thought to send this ask? atp you can drop the 'not to be mean' 😭🙏 like this is crazy presumptuous?? you are assuming so much about me over one discussion it's actually bizarre like we do NOT know each other like that 😩

and to answer, i don't give advice to real people though? i only studied psychology for a short period, lived with and am related to people with similar issues so i just know a lot about this field? there's nothing wrong with my interpretation, i am not giving advice to a real person, i am expressing my views on a fictional character. i genuinely believe o!ciel needs an intervention that he will not get in the kuroverse.

you can think im "controversial" / "irresponsible" over my viewpoint on some fictional characters but don't get it mixed up, i am not a professional in the field. i have one level two qualification on psychology and that's it! i am having fun interpreting a character based off what i know and what i have seen. he's not real!! he won't cry about my interpretation. i do not treat real people. i am not qualified to do so. i have cared for people but i have only gone as far as going to appointments on people's behalves, collecting medication and setting alarms to remind loved ones to take their medication. i follow what doctors/psychiatrists recommend, not what i think.

violence can be morally 'good' like if i beat up a dictator im right. but im still mentally unwell if i do that. even if its justified. even if its reactive. if someone keeps pushing your buttons, it may be justified (in your mind) to hit them, but if you step away, that is the correct response. hurting others (even out of anger) is a sign you cannot regulate your emotions. it can be very hard to regulate your emotions if you're constantly being provoked. o!ciel has killed and used violence when it was justified. i think doing that is still a sign of being severely mentally ill. wives who snap and kill their abusive husbands (not accidental) are often believed to be justified in their actions; we can't deny they need help though. i only said o!ciel needs serious help and as it stands, i don't think in the canon story, he can get serious help. now im being painted as some kind of quack who's going and telling people they need to be institutionalised?? 😭 like hello ?? that's not what i did 😭😭

i am once again recommending the film 'turtles can fly' because people need to understand that having people care about you ≠ treatment for mental illness/no will to live. some situations are just THAT shitty. why are we demonising getting help from medical professionals? is requiring an intervention that unacceptable for some of you? it says a lot about how you think about mental health if you truly think needing medication and therapy is that scary of a take.

no more asks on this matter please, i will delete them. feel free to rb and add your thoughts on the original post (i unfortunately won't be reading them) 🕊️

[treezenith]

Thanks for the tag @knotboy-dean ily <3

Last song: Cities on Flame with Rock and Roll by Blue Öyster Cult

Last Book: I'm rereading Star Trek: The Price of the Phoenix by Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath

Last Movie: Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves. Genuinely such a good fuckin movie go watch it

Last TV Show: Supernatural. Up to season 14 for the third time. And i'm hoping to start another rewatch with my friend very soon (i am deeply unwell about Supernatural)

Last thing I googled: the alt code to type an umlaut o so i could write Blue Öyster Cult lmaooo

Favorite Color: dark green my beloved

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: sweet but not too sweet, and savoury is a close second

Relationship Status: single

Looking Forward To: the sweet sweet paycheck im getting next week because i worked a public holiday and made $400 in one five hour shift on monday <3

Current Obsession: take a wild guess.... Supernatural lmfao. I haven't been this insane about something in years, i've even been reading the shitty spn tie-in novels (majority of them suck astronomical ass but a couple of em are pretty good)

Tagging @eastofedean, @tragediegh, and @mellowthorn but no pressure obviously <3<3<3

god looking back and my answers are all so fucking nerdy lmfaoooo star trek, dnd, spn, like can you tell i was the weird kid in high school???

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

ok but actually. i know i said this in the tags on ur post but genuinely i love ur faggy infinites i love ur attitude i love how u post whatever u want and put it in the main tags bc u are unapologetically urself when it is so easy to try and fit in. u have the confidence i aim to have for myself and it's so refreshing to see somebody who embraces being Weird <3 i've never engaged because i am unwell about people being aware of me but i've literally been lurking on you and the dog and hog gang for at least a year (i never really spoke much about liking them despite having interest for years) and. just. you're all so chill. the critical thinking, lack of judgement, this world needs more of that shit fr!! i hope u have a great day – good vibes from a transfag autism brained freak (and thank u for ur tags on my essay. i'm so glad other people care as much as me <3)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I IWISJ I COULS ANSWER TJIS AND KEEP TJIS IM ,MY IMBOX FOREVER RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LOVE MY BOYSSSSSSS<33333 RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! i usually try n segment my replys to address every beat but this is so much........ to my liddle tiny heaet........ im ,iteralkly cyinf rnn can you tell????? UIVTBJVJBJVBKJ. this means. the world to me<33333 im glad<33 im glad i can inspire some of that in u<3 like for the longest time i was literally larping as one of the normies :sob: like i get it 100% the want 2 fit in and b accepted esp in fandom is strong but in my case it is utterlly unsustainable 2 follow the crowd. i cant pretend i dont like what i like. i cant pretend to be normal r have normal relationships 2 things r have normal opinions jnkjjkjbjk. and its hard!!!!!! there rlly isnt a real tangible space to be fucking insane and into weird n gross shit n etc in fandom like there is for the sanitized kiddy friendly stuff or the hyper horny stuff, its an awkward middle line 2 tread.(n im wayy too autistic 4 fandom anyways.... lol) and ik im not the only one. i wouldnt b able 2 be so unabashed and real and freaky w/o the support of all the amazing ppl ive met in my little freak circle<3333(IT IS SOOOOOO cheesey n cringe-sounding but im being so fr when i say my weirdoes n infinite the jackal saved my life<3333333333 i literally probably wouldnt even b alive today w/o em<333 thanks 2 all of u for helping me grow stronger btw hehe....)

Every day i choose to be insane and gross and a freak and a transexual faggot and autistic and TOO MUCH !!! for meself obv<3 but also for the ones i love and ppl like YOU!!!!!!!!!! >:D i cant change the world w just my little paws. but i CAN b crazy on main. i CAN show everyone that you dont have 2 be afraid of your own interests for fear of not being accepted in the greater fandom<333 even if these ppl never rlly come out of their shell... theres always someone, someplace out there thatll accept u. theres always more freaks, theres always more faggots<3 even if you never come out and yell it to the world if i could inspire just a tiny bit of this love in ppl thatd be enough for me :)

anyways. lol. kjnobjbiubjk thank you<33 a lot<3333 i mean it<333333 so many words i wish to say in this moment but ik you get it<3 mwamwa<333333333

life is short babey!!! dont be such a stranger okay ^_^

[myloveforhergoeson]

1 thru 10 for rames 👀👀👀

EHEHEHHE hiiii!! thank you! i love all of these loll

who fell first? who fell harder?

(<- can't get rid of?) james fell first. lmao. no funny comment no jokes he's just that kinda guy, and he's liked roxy for a long long time. as for who fell harder... well... i'd say it's up for debate. in my mind, it's roxy, just because i've got the timeline of their relationship so permanently etched into my brain i might as well get it tattooed in the back of my eyes or something. but from just the writing + whats out of the story, i think the case could be made for james as well!

2. who is the one who fusses the most? does their s/o mind very much?

rox for sureee. we all saw how she was when he got sick! miss girl was good and freaked; almost felt sick herself just looking at him. wrapped him up in a blanked burrito, tried to give him as much medicine as she could, sat and played her guitar for him. she was so worried! james, though unwell, lapped that shit up tho. he looooves it - doesn't mind at all. he's not superrr fussy i'd say in general because he knows she can take care of herself pretty well, but he has his moments for sure. roxys usually 50/50 about being ok with it or not bc she knows he has good intentions

3. what is their love language?

call me a hater but i've never really understood only having one major love language (sorry), i think it's more of a combination of multiple that help made a good relationship among many other things. for roxy, i'd say she's more inclined to lean into quality time overall, just being around james and hanging out together as much as they can is her favorite thing ever. even if they're not doing anything particularly special, it's still important to her that they're doing it together. that, coupled with words of affirmation through songwriting is mostly how she's able to express her feelings (maybe that can also count for receiving gifts if we call each song one?), though if james did press her she could be able to fumble out some affirmations here and there :) for james, i'd say physical touch is huge for him - he's pretty much always got a hand on her somewhere if they're close enough. secondary for him is also words of affirmation and it comes much easier to verbally communicate for him than it is for her!

4. has either oc ever gotten a hickey off the other? what was their reaction?

ya. i'll put it in tasw when im not too embarrassed to write it and when i think their relationship is crossing into more physically intimate lines (though they are minors so nothing explicit will be written about them just as a sidenote). i'd say roxy is actually quite the demon about it, though she isn't leaving them where people would likely see because she'd get bashful about it. surprised james at first, and he's not fond of it happening too often bc bruises + his beautiful skin don't pair well. but as long as she asks first and he agrees he's fine to wait out the few days it takes to disappear. other way around, it's not his go to move because he knows it'll embarrass her if someone says something. so if he wants to leave one its going somewhere someone can't see. if he asks first she will also be okay with it every once and a while!

5. what is something they like to do together?

they're still honeymoon phasing it for the most part so just being together at all is something the two of them love. they haven't really found their thing yet, but music does really connect them. she's becoming more open to letting him hear her works in progress and he's learning a lot about her through that! they also like to make out :) a lot :)

6. who would ask the 'would you love mf if i were a worm?' question? how would their s/o answer?

james is asking and roxy is telling him no she would not!

see morning glory (2.4):

“James, that was incredible!” Roxy praised, reaching over the railing to pull the item off the line and onto the stairs with them. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

Had it not been for the darkness of the outer edges of the studio, she might have seen how red his cheeks grew at her amazement. “My dad liked to fish.”

There was something off about the way he said that, as if there was a bit more to the statement than he was letting on, but now certainly wasn’t the time to pry. Instead, the writer nodded, “So does mine! He took me with him once when I was little, but I cried when I learned he used live worms as bait.”

“Aww,” He voiced sympathetically, before taking his pointer finger and wiggling it around right before her very eyes. “Little Roxy couldn’t stand to see the worms?”

With her free hand, she knocked his out of the way and failed at concealing her laughter. “No! I couldn’t then and I can’t now! All they do is dig around in the dirt and poop and-”

7. who likes forehead kisses? who likes hand kisses? who likes neck kisses?

though they both do generally, roxy roxy roxy. lol. no elaboration on this one sorry!

8. who is the big spoon? little spoon?

depends on the situation, if they're just sleeping james is typically big spoon and rox is little spoon just because they fit better that way, but in times when he's sick or needs some extra comfort or she's feeling extra clingy she's happy to hold him in return :) they're versatile lol

9. if there wasn't enough seats, how would they sit? one on the others lap? one on the armrest? one on the floor in front of them?

she's in his lap immediately lmaooooo. most of the time it's because he's pulling her there! goes along w number 3

10. who plays with whose hair?

roxyyyy she loves his hair soo much! he takes good care of it so its extra soft and so smooth and she loves having her fingers in it. screwing up his do be damned! james will too, mostly if they're just watching tv or something he'll braid hers or put it up in funny ways to amuse himself. but if they're cuddling or whatever she's usually got her hands in his hair and he's usually got his on her body lol. <- guy who worked so hard on his washboard abs to fall for a hair girl

RAHH OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS SO FUN😭🙏 some flying into your inbox very soon <3

send me a number 11-100 to learn more about rames!!!

[heeheeswifey]

hi <3 so this is gonna be a long ass jake request with two parts so bare with me as I explain my deepest desires lol

(1) firstly have you heard that song baby can I be your favorite something like this ?! I'm sure you did anyway there's a part in the song that goes "my name's whatever you make it" and first time I heard it I instantly thought that it sounds like something jake would say to a girl he's trying to hit on and is a simp for in the answer to what's your name ?! what should I call you ?! I feel like he would be the kind of man who would make you feel like you're the centre of his world, like he didn't exist before you he breathes for you, he's an idol now and making his fans feel so loved and special imagine how is s/o would be treated !! so therefore I was gonna request something like a simp jake having a crush on one of his friend's friend and finally deciding to shoot his shot and he is just such a romantic man he would start the sugar coating and flirting right away !! but at the same time he would still be the one in control of your relationship regardless of how soft he is to you man is a scorpio he will dominate your life softly !!!

(2) I saw this video on twitter that he says "what you gonna do in five seconds" in response to be my boyfriend for five seconds, and oh dear heavenly father the way he looks at the damn camera saying this ?!?!? I'm just on my knees instantly !! you know he's usually this cutie pie softie bubbly person running around being fun but then he suddenly shows his smart ass serious manly side and I just get physically shocked !! the way he looked dead seriously to the camera asking "what you gonna do with 5 seconds ?! tell me" it's like him showing that yeah I'm a cutie pie but at the end of the day you do as I tell you (NOT in a fake alpha wattpad daddy way BUT as in a mature guy even though he's younger than you but he's wise and smart and knows you so well way) so I would like to request yet another smut but also angst cause I'm sad and I wanna fight someone and who better than jake who would know his girls mood swings so well to let her cool off by pushing his limits until he ends up fucking the attitude out of her, it would be like the reader getting mad at him for the very small things and nagging constantly and picking up fighta until he's mad mad and he tries to hold her but she pushes his hand away harshly and he gets to the last level mad "okay you're done level" grabs her arm and take her to their room and ends up in fucking the frustration out of the reader

Here's the link to the video I yapped about for an hour:

https://twitter.com/baekwoniee/status/1743260394989461760?t=r6usdOzWTYi_1BCVkpI_6Q&s=19

also I said younger than the reader cause he is two years younger than me and I know it's not much but still he's the first ever younger bias I have and it felt weird to begin with but now that I'm seeing underneath all that puppy like personality he's actually mature and a man I need in my life I'm getting along with it better but still please somehow include this in them writings (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

At the end I just wanted to share my thoughts and I can wait for a response as long as you need (you can fully ignore it too I don't mind) but yeah thank you in advance hahaha

-💘

I ENJOYED READING THIS TOO MUCH OMFG... IT'LL TAKE ME A COUPLE OF DAYS TO WRITE SINCE IM FEELING UNWELL BUT ITS GONNA COME FOR SURE MWAH 💗‼️(and jake is so baby coded i love him agh)

[snowblossomreads]

*collapses*

No words maam no words (jk i have have all the words)

OMFG BINCH DEDICATED TO MOI?!? Come here so I can give u smooches bc binch omfg you have sent me again. My brain is trying to make words but all it can say is "Oh damn." In a good way bc oh damn?!?

Also this line:

“You’re still breathing,” he said, almost with disapproval in that baritone voice of his. “Perhaps, I have not done well enough. Perhaps my cum is not enough to drown you, little one,”

Sir oh Im sure it will be enough if you let me have another go 😌 granted wishes to please so doesnt want to waste and will try to swallow it all (if u cant tell im unwell about this man and would let him do some unhinged things)

Secondly

Snape: “You have no idea what despicable things I wish to do to you, my sweet,”

Me:

JOKES ON U MY DARLING MAN BC U HAVE NO IDEA OF THE THINGS I LET U DO TO ME SO WE ARE ALL WINNING!!

UGH I JUST WOW WOW this whole dynamic is yes?? Like Severus feels slightly unhinged in this like there are some flecks of unwellness in his vibes and im like yes 😌 please hold me up like a rag doll with ur magic and put an invisible collar on me w/o me saying yes verbally and taking my arousal as consent bc would be right sir. he did put a collar on them tho yes?!?! Claiming ownership as he should 🥴🥴

And then u end it with his yearning like maam ilysm u really do be making dreams come true😌😌 Also did I read the previous parts before reading this twice yes.

Anyways i shall go ponder about how unwell i am about this man again and cry about how u dedicated this to me 😭🥰🥰😭

Title: Beg, My Sweet

» Part 3 of Rolled Sleeves [Part 1 | Part 2]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Hogwarts, Potions classroom, late evening

A/N: Hi there darlings 🙈🥰 It's been a while, huh? Last time we left you and Severus in quite the state... And, I did receive some wishes for another part of this story so now that I had an absolute craving for writing some Sev-Smut I jumped right back into this story 🤭👏 I hope you've been doing well and that you're excited to read some more! 🖤

🖤 This chapter is dedicated to @snowblossomreads 🖤

Tags/TW’s: Sub/Dom, Bondage, Physical Restriction, Submission, Penetration, Fingering, Light Aftercare, Orgasm Denial, Slight Breath Play, Ownership, Collaring (This is not tagged as BDSM since it does not follow the rules, restrictions, or etiquette of BDSM.)

Word Count: 3.1k+

Recap: ...The groaned moan he let lose sent you over the edge and you quivered, your muscles were spasming while your inner walls clenched around the maddening void.

You whimpered and closed your eyes despite not wanting to do so as his glorious face set in soft lines of pleasure was there for you to witness while everything felt out of order, misplaced and toppled over within you. Your world was being rocked in the most profound, life-altering manner. All with just his unbelievable control, his domination executed in a way more perfect than you could ever have imagined. The pleasure in your soul rivalled that of your convulsing body in the throws of ecstasy.

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Your heart roared, and every inch of you ached in pleasure while you starved for his touch. You were locked in his magic and the tight hold of your hair, unable to move a single muscle while you felt your insides writhe with the need to physically convulse on the outside. No more than a shudder managed to rake through your muscles in a visible manner though.

“Little one,” Severus said and you looked up at him in a daze. His hand stroked its way from the back of your head to your cheek before the back of his fingers graced your heated skin gently. His cock still rested semi-erect within your messy mouth while your dripping cunt cried for him.

“Such sweetness,” he said calmly while his finger stroked away a salty tear before he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and swallowed the remains of his cum. “Professor,” you exhaled in a whimper, like the needy little sub you were for him. “You’re still breathing,” he said, almost with disapproval in that baritone voice of his. “Perhaps, I have not done well enough. Perhaps my cum is not enough to drown you, little one,” he continued and your eyes widened ever so slightly at the darkness within his as he nearly smirked.

He flicked his wand and you inhaled deeply with a gasp as the restraint disappeared. You slumped forward, barely having enough time to reach out your hands before you would have crumbled face-first atop the cold stone.

Severus crouched before you and you managed to raise your head a second before his chilly hand grasped your chin, his rough fingers harsh against your skin yet it felt like he held back — his fingers softer than what they could have been. But, you were too enamoured by the way his eyes sought to devour you to fully notice the care in his hold — the offer of support in it.

“You have no idea what despicable things I wish to do to you, my sweet,” he said in half a growl bordering on a murmur. “P-professor,” you said quietly while your eyes flicked between his. “Sir…” “Stand,” he simply ordered and released you while straightening up to his full height, towering above you with those arms still on display by the rolled sleeves.

You tried to rise, tried to force your shaky legs to obey but the need in your flesh, the desperation flooding your veins left you a mess on the hard floor chilling your burning skin. You panted and pushed yourself upwards, forced your legs to straighten while you reached out a hand to stabilise yourself with the desk you’d gripped so fiercely but a few moments ago when he’d first rolled up that white shirt and wrecked you instantly.

“Stand,” he demanded while your quivering legs had nothing on the ache in your core. I-, I can’t… “Little one,” he whispered right by your ear, startling a gasp out of you. “Disobedience displeases me, greatly, my sweet…” The severity of his voice, the rumbling demand within the tone, sent a shiver along your spine. The control he spoke with caused havoc to shake you within.

You pushed against the desk and stood up, your legs like noodles beneath you yet you managed to remain standing with your eyes hooking on the buttons of his vest. “Good,” he said, and that one word made you feel things not suitable to name out loud. “Now, let’s see how well you hold up,” he continued and your hands grasped at something wrapped around your throat. You could feel it yet there was nothing there for your fingers to claw at despite the cinching sensation.

You gasped for breath, only half able to breathe while your fingers scratched at your throat and adrenaline shot through your veins. “You will never come to harm in my care,” Severus said before he stepped back from you. “Feel it,” he commanded and your fingers stopped clawing, they simply rested around your constricted throat while he looked at you with something you could only describe as boundless want.

As you allowed the sensation to fully develop, to be sensed without panic, you discovered you could breathe with deliberate effort. “Accept it,” he said silkily, his eyes raking your body — lingering on your exposed breasts still sticky with his cum. “S..Sir,” you managed to squeeze out and his lips lifted in half a small smile, he looked approving of your small voice and you relaxed further as his control shined in those onyx eyes seeking to drown you in dark want.

He flicked his wand. Buttons scattered and seams ripped. Your clothes fell away from your body while your hands were raised above your head before invisible bonds held them in place.

Your eyes widened as something wrapped around your ankles and forced your legs to part. Your soaked cunt was fully exposed to the cold air yet it offered no reprieve from the burn within you. Your breathing turned shallower, you struggled more and more to fully fill your lungs but the thing around your neck wasn’t the issue. The smirking man with a cosmos of pleasure in his eyes was.

The invisible bonds of magic around your ankles and wrists tightened and stretched you into an X in the middle of the classroom. The fumes of the cauldron made the air thick and your brain turned muddled as your body ached and screamed for his touch — as it had done for longer than you could truly bear now that he was so close.

Severus moved closer, each step an ominous thud while your hands clenched and your knees buckled under your need. The light sound of wood against wood forced you to focus your eyes, his wand lay abandoned atop the desk next to you while his fingers undid the buttons of his vest. Your already shallow breathing turned ragged.

“For such a long time, you have taunted me,” he said in a harsh drawl. “Flicking with your gaze, biting that lip of yours,” he continued while laying the garment next to his wand. “Strutting about the castle with that body clad in far too tight clothes. Lowering your gaze when meeting mine in such a tormenting manner.” “Sir,” you exhaled. “Quiet,” he demanded while he tugged loose his cravat and undid the first button of his white shirt.

You bowed your head under his harsh command, softening your shoulders as he took full control of the situation and your body. I’ve dug my heart’s grave, you thought in defeat as you realized there was more than your submission offered here and you had no idea if there was more offered by him than his dominance in this one little moment. Your physical nudity suddenly meant very little when you felt exposed beyond measure as his eyes traversed every part of you — you could feel his viewing of you on a soulful plain.

“I have been patient, kind to let you pass by time and time again,” he said when his hand stroked your cheek calmly. How you wished that touch to be elsewhere. “No more,” he declared and your head jerked up, your eyes meeting his instantly as he stood so utterly close. “Accept it,” he demanded while you felt the thing around your neck squeeze in pulses matching his tone.

You tugged on the restraint when his hand left your cheek. “Please,” you whimpered while your peaked nipples grew too taut, your core too achingly empty, and your skin too starved of his chilly touch. “Beg, little one,” he said. “Beg, for me to touch you as my entire self has begged for you to crumble under my fingertips.”

You moaned and whimpered as he stepped even closer, if you inhaled as deep as when the buttons had popped your breasts would have graced his chest. But there was no chance for you to do so. “Beg, my sweet,” he demanded and you whimpered while your thighs attempted to close, to rub against one another and offer your clit some friction, but you were bound too tightly.

You sought his eyes, sought to watch him devour you without a single touch but his harsh gaze forced you to bow your head. To surrender. “Please,” you whispered. “Please, Sir… Please, touch me. I-, I beg you…” you whimpered while tears began to drip from your chin. “My sweet…” he said quietly but there was no touch to be felt. “Sir, please, please, oh please,” you whimpered while your body burned and quivered under his glare.

You gasped as something materialized around your throat. The pressure, the squeezing, ended and something thin and cold laid itself against your skin. “You are mine,” he whispered and kissed the shell of your ear. “Now feel just what I do to things under my fingertips, in my grasp.”

His hands stroked up along your sides, the chill of his skin sending instant goosebumps all over your body while you jerked your head up. Meeting his gaze, your breath faltered despite the freeing of your airways. The pride shining in his eyes had you on the verge of crumbling. “My good girl,” he mused when his hands cupped your heavy breasts, his thumbs toying with your nipples in slow circles deriving a suffocated moan from you.

You whimpered and moaned as his hands abandoned your breasts, moving down along your hips until he slides them in between your parted thighs. Your body jerked, your head throwing back of its own accord as he pushes them further apart. His fingers skimmed the outside of your folds, sending jolts of burning pleasure through you as you tugged on the restraints. “My sweet, such need you are utterly drenched in,” he mused with the hint of a chuckle as his finger skimmed your seam in a shallow manner. “Haaa—” “You have caused me such trouble, such sleepless nights,” he said quietly, the drone of his voice as shallow as his fingers grazing your aching clit. “Please, please,” you whimpered and he cupped your cunt but stilled as you tensed all over. “Quiet,” he said as his hand hardened. “I wish to enjoy this. Your whimpering makes my cock weep,” he declared with such severity in his voice one could have thought he spoke of life and death.

“I-, I’m s-sorry, Sir,” you stuttered between gasps as the tip of his finger entered you and you saw stars. “Look at me, little one,” he said and your eyes fluttered for a moment before you managed to find his. “Good girl,” he praised and your heart soared when his hand softened and his finger dove deeper.

He tortured you, leisure strokes only egging you on further. He turned you into a panting mess — your chest too tight, your skin set aflame, your nerves and muscles tangled up into unyielding knots of desperation and need. The room filled up with your heaving breaths, your suffocated moans and whimpers as his fingers played you perfectly. Two inside you while his thumb moved over and around your clit in measured motions perfect for torture of the sweetest, damnedest kind.

“Look what you do to me,” he said and your eyes lowered only to see his cock looking hard to the point of pain while it rested in his hand. “I’ll have you squeeze me dry while you come, little one.” “Sir…” Your breath caught in your throat and you whimpered as his hand abandoned you. “Beg, my sweet. Beg, and I shall let you come,” he said with finality and demand.

You begged. You begged through a choked breath for him to make you come. You begged for the pleasure, begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you. The next second the magical bonds around your wrists moved, pulled you forward and down while Severus moved behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist — holding you up while his warm cock nested itself between your cheeks behind.

He leaned forward as you were stretched in the same direction. The buttons of his shirt shimmied over your bare back before his weight landed and he squeezed your midsection gently. “Say my name,” he whispered. “Sir?” you asked in a whimper while his cock situated itself between your buttocks. “Say my name, little one. Not Sir, not Professor, my name,” he demanded. “S-Severus.” “Fuck.” “Severus…” you exhaled quietly and he groaned while his cock pulsed against you as you relaxed. Feeling his name roll off your tongue in a warm caress of affection for the man holding you, who made you tremble and burn while your heart ached for him.

“Your wet cunt has been in my dreams,” he confessed while the myriad of fantasies and dreams of him you’d had swirled like a haze at the back of your mind — not measuring up to reality in the slightest. “Yet, you far outweigh any conjuring of my dark mind, my sweet. Let us see if that dripping cunt milks me dry as fast as I believe,” he hummed, and despite his confession — the declaration that you held control and power over him — his control far outweighed any and all things at that moment. His entire body was stiff and still, only his slightly quicker breaths and solid cock hinting at his excitement and you rejoiced at it — his control the exact thing you had always dreamt of, always needed, always wished for.

His body straightened behind you and you were jolted out of the relaxed haze when the tip of his cock moved down along your seam until he pushed at your opening. You jerked as he began to slide in, feeling your insides strain to accommodate his girth. “Haaa—” Your body tensed as he kept pushing. “You are perfection,” he groaned as he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you up and pulling you back while he pushed forward.

Once he was halfway, your soaked walls yielded and he slid in without hindrance. A hissed breath left him while you moaned and pushed back even more, hanging on the bonds around your wrists to offer support as he claimed you fully. “Perfection,” he groaned. “Please, please let me come,” you moaned as sweat dripped from your eyebrows and nose. You were at your limit. Crossing every line you’d ever reached before. “No, your pleasure is mine to gift.”

He withdrew and slid back in, a slow pace started as he tortured you with leisure and steadiness. Each stroke was a hellish touch of pleasure. Each thrust deliberate and calculated, each hardening of his fingers, each motion within his full control. You were beyond turned on, beyond the point of breaking as tears mixed and mingled with your sweat and there was nothing holding your trembling body beyond him and his magic.

“You are doing so good,” he praised, his breathing harder than before. “Please, Severus,” you said as he upped the pace, thrusting into you with vigour a second later. You moaned as his cock filled you perfectly, his once chilly fingers now warmed by your contact and gripping you harder. “Say my name,” he demanded through clenched teeth and you said it like a choked blessing. Your orgasm was kept at bay by his control of your body, the lack of his allowance for it to happen.

Your entire body turned rigid as he upped the pace to a pounding, a relentless claiming that had you screaming out. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come, sweet one.”

There was no world. No stars or air. The oceans and heavens turned to nothing as your orgasm rocked your entire existence. There was nothing but his throbbing cock and your shaking body. Nothing but his groans of pleasure and your screams of ecstasy. Nothing but your muscles’ spasms and the absolute bliss of pleasure crashing over you — drowning you.

You couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t form any words or sounds as you sagged like a ragdoll within his grip. “Such a good girl,” he praised while he pulled you against his body. “My sweet little one,” he said with reverence in his baritone voice but you were barely aware of it. The pleasure, the exhaustion, the tension leaving your body too consuming. The only sensation allowed beyond the pleasure making you lax was that of his strong body holding you harshly. “Little one,” he murmured with his nose buried in your hair, “let me care for you.”

You were barely aware of the bonds disappearing, his firm arms hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, before the swaying of his steps nearly lulled you to sleep. A creaking sound reached your ears before a light thud and you were laid down atop something soft. “Let’s clean you up,” he said quietly by your ear and in the next second you felt all moisture and stickiness disappear. “You did so well,” he continued while you felt something heavy drape over your body. You wanted to open your eyes, to view him and talk with him and be with him but you were wholly incapable of moving a single muscle. You held on to consciousness by your thoughts' nails alone.

The mattress beneath you dipped, the heavy cover was lifted and you were suddenly in heaven as chilly, naked skin with a soft dusting of hair pressed against your back. You snuggled closer with what little energy you had and Severus kissed your exposed neck. The light thing around your throat that had first been cold was barely there to be felt any longer, acclimated to your body temperature.

“You are mine, for all time to come, little one.” You hummed at his words as the world fell away when he stroked the thing around your neck with tender fingers before kissing your shoulder only to draw the cover up all the way while pulling you as close as you could possibly be. You had never felt contentment in such a way before. Heaven had nothing on the feeling of being in his arms, sated and held with gentle strength.

“To think all I had to do was roll up my sleeves for you,” he chuckled while you lay on the brink between sleep and wakefulness. “Had I known, you would have been mine months ago. My sweet one. How I would have begged for you…”

You drifted away in a velvety bliss none could ever measure up to while his hands and lips caressed all your aching muscles and pleasure mingled with the hurt you wished to experience all over again.

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[Jul:2023]

[mitraoki]

hi!!!! :> first i just wanna say i really love your writing, it's so cozy and comforting to me !! so i thought i'd request some comfort hcs, maybe geto (if u write for him!!) and gojo with an s/o on their period? if you're comfortable writing it ofc <3 hope you have a lovely day !!

when you're on your period. (jjk hcs!)

note; AAAAA hello anon!! i’m sooo glad you enjoy my writing!!!!🥺❤️i really hope i can offer you more comfort with these hcs you've requested!!! also my first time writing for geto so i hope you enjoy them! <333

requests are still open!

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geto suguru.

+ okay i don't know why but just from the looks of it, geto is a professional. no doubt - you wouldn't even have to tell him about the basics - this man just KNOWS everything about periods. so imagine how easygoing is it for the both of you when it comes to taking care of you. (giggling and kicking my feet as i write this)

+ no one, and i mean NO ONE is allowed to disturb you while you're doing unwell. they're gonna have to get through your boyfriend first. 

+ little scenario i thought of: it was the around the beginning of your relationship with him when he realizes that you started complaining about your abdominal pains. he's concerned of course, but he also knows that if he starts to panic, he wouldn't be able to handle what you were going through. soon realizes it's possibly that time of the month (i told you, he's a genius.) prince charming right here makes sure he guides you to the bathroom safe and sound, standing right in front of the door, just in case you call out for him. 

+ SUCH A SWEETHEART!!! this dude makes sure to ask if you were okay when he doesn't hear any sign of you from the outside. doesn't want to breach your privacy. reassurance if you ever need it too. he has also heard of cases where people have passed out while on their periods, so once again, no risking anything. he's quick to his feet, getting you whatever you asked him for. 

+ guides you to your bed if the pain is severe. there's just something about the way geto takes care of you - he doesn't want to pry too much by asking you tons of questions, but he also doesn't want to leave you be. 'do you need anything, dearest?' he questions. soon after he returns with a heating pad, painkillers, warm water (tea if you're up for it) and your favorite snacks. plants a kiss on your forehead (because you once claimed that his kisses always make you feel better, so he's had that habit ever since <3) EVEN offers to stay with you if you need it PLSPLSPLS-

+ if he's out and about and you need some supplies, never be afraid to ask him!!! he understands that periods are a monthly thing, and it is nothing to be embarrassed about. definitely knows your preferred menstrual products. if you think he's only going to return with what you requested, no chance. 'never wrong to spoil my angel,' he shrugs. 

gojo satoru.

+ NO BECAUSE the first thing when i thought of gojo is him asking you 'what pussy size are you' IM SORRY OKAY 😭😭he loves you a lot though i promise you that. i would say gojo is a little underexperienced when it comes to periods. although he would do anything to keep himself informed, especially since he is confident he will spend the rest of his life with you <3 

+ unlike geto, gojo would panic. worried too. how are your uterus walls discharging? and it's blood too. oh god how is his s/o handling the pain... you'll be okay right? man it doesn't look like it but gojo overthinks till his brain reaches full capacity. so he asks. and he will continue asking until he makes sure he's prepared for your future menstrual cycles. 

+ i feel like this little fear of his developed from the time when you were unwell, and he was left in a spiral of guilt as he wasn't able to provide proper help. it happened when he was out on a mission too so in a state of panic, he had shoko/nobara/maki provide you with some help. one thing i can say though is that the exact moment he was done with whatever he was tasked to do, he had never rushed home as quickly until that very day. 

+ 'i don't want you to blame yourself gojo. i know you've not handled situations like these before, but it's nothing too serious,' you'd told him, before adding, 'god you look famished. take a breather, honey.' he was pretty stubborn that day too. 'serious or not, i don't want anything bad to happen to you. i wasn't even here to help.'

+ waves of guilt shone in his eyes. despite his confident, charming demeanor he presents to you everyday, in the end he's just another human being. people tend to forget that about him, and he manages to trust you enough to let his complete guard down. holding his hand, you stated, 'you have, satoru. and when you need it, i can always guide you through it.' 

+so ever since then, he has your dates marked in HIS calendar, makes sure your supplies are restocked up to date. your favorite snacks out of stock in a certain store? don't you ever worry about that - gojo has his ways. will definitely inquire more about periods with the girls i mentioned earlier. ensures you're not alone when he's outside. oh but when he's at home, he lays right next to you. loves it when he's able to place his hand on your stomach when you need it <3 keep in mind that his series of questions would continue too. all he wants is to be able to provide you with literally anything.

+ and despite all this, HE'S SO GOOD at handling your mood swings. it seriously does not bother him. i don't know what he's on either, but i can tell people come to him just to ask him about how he does it so easily. you're pretty surprised yourself. angry? no problem, he can find a way. crying? he's got your back. tired and in pain? a breeze, really. gojo stumbles quite a lot when it comes to learning something new, but give him some time and he's already up and running. what can i say? he is in love.

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[cheelze-bub]

May I request for a gn reader who gives off bottom vibes with their s/o(Yae Miko,Ei,Yoimiya,Ayaka,Kokomi and Sara)-idk if you write for multiple characters since this is my initial request but if you want to only choose one then just Yae Miko would do-I hope you don’t mind this request tho

A reader that gives off bottom vibes-

Ngl feel like I didn’t really do all that good with Ei but hopefully you’ll enjoy them. I took out Yoimiya and Kokomi so hope you don’t mind that. I also somehow didn’t see Kojou which I’m sad about 😔. And I’ll only be doing up 4 characters, I’ll put it in my rules when I have time

Characters : Yae Miko, Raiden Shogun and Ayaka

Word Count: 648

Yae Miko-

It was a little bit after the two of you had gotten together that she noticed that you gave off that type of energy

You would never really initiate any affection from her when it came to being needy

She would always do something that would make your face a flush but noticed you would do nothing and just turn away

She thought it was cute but a bit annoying so she would just go for it and loved how you melted into her hands

And she loved how it contrasted from how you usually are. Not necessarily outspoken but definitely weren’t a doormat. You probably make people intimidated by how much you stand up for yourself and others

So when you melted into her when she brought you into a hug and immediately gave her access to your neck she chuckled

A large grin came to her face, “You’re so needy for me my love ~” she said, making your face a bright red

You buried your face into her chest to hide how embarrassed you were. “No need to be embarrassed and hide my love” she cupped your face and made you look at her

“I love how easily you want me, makes me feel wanted” she gave you a more gentle smile before moving in close

“Never stop~” she whispered before bringing you into a kiss

Ei-

When Ei noticed it was probably when she was giving the Raiden some fixes.

Raiden had been given orders to treat you as an equal, lover, etc and she was worried about you, well as worried as she can be anyway

She was telling Ei that whenever you were near her how you would be red in face, timid, and not making eye contact

She thought you were sick but Ei thought otherwise

I don’t think she would know that you’re emanating that kind of energy unless she went to Yae and Yae told her

She understood how people could make others feel some type of way just by their demeanor and how they act

So she assumed that was what was happening considering that the Raiden even asked you if you were feeling unwell and you told them you weren’t

So when she was finally alone with you she immediately wanted to talk about it

“Are you alright my dear? The Raiden has been telling me you’ve been acting weird lately” she asks putting her hand on you thigh

You rested your hand onto hers “I’m fine really… im just not use to being around someone intimidating”

Ei nodded, smiling to herself how she was right about the situation. She brought you into a hug and brought you hand to her lips

“There’s no need to be intimidated by her or me my dear but if it gets to much for you please let me know”

Ayaka-

I feel like this is lowkey a disaster tbh, the both of you bottoms

But I'm pretty sure Ayaka would be able to take charge with you

She would have talked to you about it before trying to initiate anything super intimate with you

You would probably ask her if she thought you had that energy. Some of your friends had told you that you and Ayaka don’t really match with each other and it kinda made you feel down

Which made Ayaka immediately start to comfort you. She didn’t care that you were a bottom or whatever. Tbh she thought those names were kinda ridiculous

She cradled your face into her hands “Don't listen to what they say. When it comes to it ill take charge alright?”

You nodded as you felt heat come to your face. “Thanks Ayaka I appreciate it” You gave her a smile.

“Oh and you look pretty hot taking charge btw” you closed the space and gave her a kiss

“I-i thank you, my dear..”

[kalesorbet]

ep 86 liveblog

chip jrwi just called me a little baby broke bitch

also to note he did introduce himself as "chip just roll with it" that is his full legal name

GRIZZ SKELETON MOMENT OH SHIT BIZZ SKELETON MOMENT

charlie didn't do the gillion voice :(

grizz please w the lip bite i can't

most? of the stuff?

i adore gill's response to the face

chip parkour moment

ur telling me chip is acting like this and then he's surprised the captain hits on him

OH MY FUCKIGN GOD

'you've never had a man in your life' PLEASE

all his deepest thoughts and hes fuckboy facing

imagine you tell someone you got robbed and they LAUGH at you

I LIKE A BIG SPENDER

"D O Y O U W A N T M E ? ?"

why would they say that

my body is a temple so true

gillion my boy my sweet boy i love you

ollie is so baby

"how old you think you are????" "how old AM i??????????"

oh lord jesus

not the cup song wtf wtf

GILLION SINGING!!!!!!!

'one time she pantsed me and i died'

they're ALL trauma bonded

FELIPES FUCKIN DIED>?>>???

we should not be laughing about this

damn thats tough

you're a man now ollie

gillion good lord have mercy

'im going to get you at any moment if you dont SHUT THE FUCK. UP.' chip i love you

"i can send you to heaven though" P-LEASE

where are the pretzel noises

:( gillion i am hugging you right now

basically 'what if we had healthy coping skills'

'i got some tricks... you tryna....'

"so we're in a group environment!"

'thats what friends do' NO ITS NOT KING

please not the alarm that was so good

"im sorry ive been hurting you but ive never had anybody care about me before" [paraphrased] wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

the flirting is getting more and more explicit with each passing moment

:O THE ART IS SO COOL!!!!!!!

its not just about having the bracelets so that gillion can feel at ease its also chip trusts gillion enough to give him access to his mind

wait lol mistake moment

WAIT I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT CHIP WANTING TO DATE EDEN I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHONE CALL

IM LITERALLY HAND OVER MOUTH RIGHT NOW

:OOOOOOOO <- LITERALLY ME

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no

LORD LORD LORD LORD HELP HELP

i am unwell.

'im still going to go to bed'. based

thinking very hard about drey seeing the cycle continue...

i dont think he wants them to keep solving issues like this. like he gets that it was how it goes but he wants better for them

theyre having fun <3

i want whatever they're on rn

I. AM. HIGH!!!!!!

57 DAMAGE>????

GILLIONS GOING TO FUCKING DIE

love you jay but i dont think eden is as sweet and innocent as you may think

[ppersonna]

love like this - pjm | m

never used to get excited to sit here in the silence. holdin' on to something the way im holding you.  didn't used to know how fast time walks and runs and flies by. i never thought i’d feel so deeply, but damn, i do - love like this, ben rector

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, good god this is so fluffy because i am going through it right now.  

↳ warnings- shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), praising, fluffy dirty talk, jimin being best boy, cute sex, light breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes!), jimin internally waxing poetic about oral sex lolol

↳ a/n - hi babies! i am in my feels right now and whipped this out because 1- its jimin and he’s my actual baby and 2- i lowkey dreamed abt this sort of scenario and im....... emotionally unwell llllloooooollll. i really hope you like this! i super recommend listening to the song in the title/summary because fuck its CUTE and sums up alot of this relationship!  pls feel free to comment, message, talk to me in any way! i love you lots!

“Wake up, my love.”

Jimin’s whispers in your ear is like hearing the harps of heaven.  The way it vibrates and rolls down your spine feels like silk.  It doesn't startle you awake like it should, it simply awakens your consciousness.

Your eyes flutter open and the blinking red light of your alarm clock is the first thing you see.  

11:54 pm.

You must have fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend to return home from work, like you said you would. You had plans.  Tomorrow is your birthday and Jimin wanted to spend the night beforehand with you.  It was some sort of tradition, dedicating the night before a birthday to each other.   It started out friendly, back when you both denied yourself the feelings you were both falling in.   It lasted through the years, and through the relationship changes.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mutter through a half-awake yawn.  

He smiles at you from where he stands above.  His hair falls in his face slightly, and he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I’m late.  Hobi kept us at practice until we had the dance down.  You know how that goes…” he sighs.  

You roll to sit up in bed and nod at the boy in front of you.  

“I’m going to go shower, okay princess?” He states as he lowers himself to sit on the bed for a moment. “I’ll be back once I’m not drenched in sweat.”

You wrinkle your nose playfully at the thought, and he touches the tip of it lightly.  There’s no need to exchange any more words.  Jimin leans forward and captures your lips in for a kiss.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes you nearly slide back down into bed into a puddle.  He tastes like chapstick and sweat.  He holds you there, kissing you like you’re the only person on earth he cares to be around, before he pulls away and smiles.

“Go back to sleep, baby.  I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”

He stands and enters the en-suite bathroom, yellow light from the bathroom flooding into the darkened bedroom.  He closes the door, but not all the way, so you can hear the way the water falls and his humming echoing against the tile walls.

You’re awake now—you stretch and yawn for a moment in bed before you decide to join in the shower with Jimin.

His back is turned to you when you pad into the bathroom and peer through the glass shower door.  He’s humming his own song—it’s probably stuck in his head from practicing through the choreo all day.

He notices your presence by the chill of the air wafting through the open door.

“My baby,” he murmurs as he spots your sleepy smile.  “Come join me.”

The door to the shower swings wide open and he stands in the spray as he watches you undress.

His eyes follow your hands as they tug at the t-shirt covering your frame.  It’s old—from back in your college days, but Jimin finds it more alluring than any lingerie.  It’s so classically you it makes his heart beat fast in his chest.  He’ll forever associate the baggy shirt with the way you look in the mornings, messy hair and wrapped in his blankets in his bed.  It’s domestic and sweet.  

The shirt comes off and Jimin swears his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of your body.  It’s been years now that you’ve been together, and yet it still feels like the first time all the time.  You’re undeniably attractive, of course you are, but it’s more than just that.  It’s the freckles that dot your shoulders, the scar on your stomach from your appendix surgery, the color of your skin tickled gold from the sun.  It all culminates to be more than a seductive body with luscious curves.  It’s you.

The shorts come next.  Jimin is sure they’re an old pair of his boxers and the sentiment of you in his clothing pounds hard in his chest.  He’s hypnotised by your long legs, soft hips, thighs that meet in the middle so softly and gently. He loves your body, every inch and curve and delicate sway.  He watched as you struggled as a teenager to love and accept your body in its state.  You hated the way it seemed too much, not like the others in school.  Jimin thinks your body is the perfect mold. He loves the way his hands fit in the hourglass curve of your waist.  He loves the plushness of your hips and solid strong thighs that hold you up with confidence. 

Jimin loves every single inch of you and hasn’t stopped telling you that since the day he confessed his feelings to you.

“Come to me,” he whispers.  His eyes drag up and down your body, before they settle at your own eyes.  “I need you.”

You’re loathe to deny any request from the man, especially one that sounds so sweet.

The tile floor is heated from the temperature of the water.  Jimin’s always liked the showers to nearly roast the skin off him.  His hair is slicked back and his tanned and toned arms open for you—your favorite spot to slip into is the spot he designates between his arms for you, only you.

Your body presses against his and he’s warm, so warm that you audibly moan and press further into him.  He feels like bliss.  His arms encircle you and pull you tight around the middle while yours circle his neck.  Any stress or discomfort in your body floats away with the steam of the shower as you rest your head on his damp collarbones. Jimin’s comforting grasp, and the way he presses his wet lips into your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, is the balm for all your wounds.

“I think it’s midnight,” he whispers as his hands smooth up and down your back.  “It’s your birthday, baby.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you bury your blushing cheeks into his chest.

“I’m ollllddd,” you whine playfully and he pokes your sides with a laugh.

“Oh shush,” he chides.  “You’re not that old… you’re just older than me.”

“Jimin!”  You lift your head and gasp and Jimin throws his head back in laughter.  You can’t help but join in, but your hands tickle at his sides, regardless.

“Okay, okay! I give!” He chokes through his laughter. “Mercy, please.”

You grant his plea and soon the laughter dies down and you hold each other tight, allowing the water to cascade down your joined bodies.

“I love you,” he whispers as he presses his lips to your neck and shell of your ear.  “I’m so lucky to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, every year.”

A lump in your throat forms and your eyes mist over.  Jimin’s always been the one.  He would wait up with you all night long every year of your birthday.  He’d sleep over at your house in high school, stay on the phone with you during his idol training days, facetime with you while on tour across the country.  Jimin’s been the one.

“I love you, Jimin.”

Finally, your lips meet where they’re magnetized to most.  His plushy pink lips are turning red from the heat of the shower and they feel like warm pillows against your own.  His hands wrap around you possessively, and he holds you like he doesn’t want to break you and like he can’t get enough all in one grip.

As he kisses you, he guides you down to the granite bench of the shower.  It was an addition Jimin insisted on when building the house.  Initially, you resisted and thought the idea too gaudy and expensive, but now that you’re here, being pressed into the warm rock surface, you’re thankful Jimin didn’t let up.

“Let me give you your first gift,” he whispers as he finally pulls his lips away from yours.

You’re breathless.  You press your back against the wall of the shower and nod dumbly at the man above you.  He adjusts the spray of the shower so it continues to bathe the two of you in warmth—he refuses to make you uncomfortable for even just a second.

Jimin stands before you, and you’re reaching to grasp at his hardened length to take what you think he intends to give you, but he bats your hands away.

“No, my love,” he coos as he lowers himself to his knees. “Today is all about you.”

Shivers erupt down your spine and your nipples prickle at the sensation.  Jimin smiles as he watches the buds wrinkle and harden on your skin and he leans forward to pull one into his mouth.   It feels hot, hotter than the water pouring onto your skin, and soft mewling noises escape you.

Jimin’s always known your hot spots.  He spent the first 6 months of your dating life nearly writing a thesis on what spots you loved most, where you reacted the best when he focused his attention.  He’s learned that worshipping your body with slow and languid kisses and licks has your internal temperature heating to its boiling point.

He sucks gently, nibbles the buds in his mouth as he palms the other with his hand.  He loves the way you feel in his grasp, the weight of your pretty breasts filling his palms. He’s obsessed with every curve that makes the shape of you.  He can’t get enough.  He thinks he’s memorized your body in his sleep.

You gasp his name and arch your back to allow him more room, more access to your chest.  He laves his tongue around the nipple he sucked on, before he switches to the other.  He never lets them remain untouched for long—his tongue works on one while his fingers grasp the other.  

Your legs spread open unconsciously, core dripping with heat comparable to the steamy shower above you.  

“Please, Jimin,” you gasp out as he nibbles a bit and pops a bud out of his mouth.  

His face shows no sign of teasing, no intent on making you beg or earn.  Jimin is dominant with you, through and through, but tonight he has no intention of making you kneel before him or beg for his cock.  He wants to worship you, wants to pour his love out with his tongue against your clit.  And he intends to make it known how deep that love goes.

“Yes, my baby,” he whispers as his lips trail up your collar and neck to kiss at your lips.  

His baby.  You shiver at the sound of the possessiveness in his voice.   It never fails to make you weak, to have you eating out of the palm of his hands.  You’ve always been his, even before you truly knew it.

He doesn’t linger long on your lips.  He cups a cheek and rubs at the gentle skin beneath your eyes as he gazes into you.  Tonight, Jimin’s eyes say more than just raw or carnal desire.  The color and look in Jimin’s eyes could write sonnets that rival the great Shakespeare himself.  He looks as if he could compose symphonies devoted to you and the way you make him feel.  The thought rolls around your head and makes your heart swell so big it feels as if it cuts off the air to your lungs.

Jimin trails his lips down your body, kisses at your reddened nipples one last time.  His lips against your stomach and hips and thighs feel like his exaltation to you, as if he’s praying to you, a goddess, and offering his supplication for what you have given him.  

He presses your legs open wider and stares with heat and desire at your center.  It’s slicked up with arousal and colored a pretty pink that makes him dizzy with love.  Jimin thinks his favorite color is the shade of fuschia of your clit.  

You’re whimpering as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers.  You can feel the heat of the shower, the solid breath escaping his plush lips that you’re desperate to have on you.  Your legs tremble and Jimin smiles as he watches your big eyes plead for him to give you something—anything.

“My beautiful, perfect baby,” he invokes like a prayer.  “So pretty and laid out for me.  I love you.  I love this sweet little pussy and how wet you get for me.”

Another desperate whimper leaves your lips and he can feel the desire rolling off you in waves.  

“Let me hear you, baby.  Let me hear those pretty little sighs as I drink you up.”

He leaves you no chance to agree to his gentle command and instead buries himself into the apex of your thighs.  You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit and begins a languid vertical motion from your dripping hole back to the nub of nerves.

You whine out his name graciously, desperately, as his tongue dives into you and laps at the juices coming out of you.  He drinks it like its wine, the finest and most expensive vintage.  The way your body tightens and trembles at his touch makes him groan against your pussy.  He feels so powerful with you, so loved and adored.  He finds it incredible that even amid him pleasuring you, your response to his ministrations pleasures him as much as your mouth would.

His tongue and lips against your nub feel like stinging, delicious fire.  It feels like the shower heats to a simmer by his actions alone, and it leaves scorching marks on your skin that make you gasp.  His fingers grip at the thickness of your thighs and leave prints where they hold you tight.  He likes the way the plush skin feels beneath him—the way his fingers leave bruises on your delicate skin.

“Jimin,” you cry.  “Please, more.” You’re desperate for more but you’re quickly losing the ability to coherently ask for it.  

Jimin normally would make you verbalize it, make you tell him exactly what you want him to do. But he feels merciful tonight.  Maybe it’s the sweet gasps and moans you make that go straight to his cock and to his heart.  He’ll give in tonight, make you feel in control of the events tonight.

“You want my fingers, baby?” He asks sweetly while his tongue spells his name out on your clit.  He wants your body to recognize just who gets you going, who works your body to the brink every single time.  You’re his, and he wants every atom, every strand of DNA inside you to know that.

You’re nodding quickly, hands trembling as you try to grip at something and come short.  The slippery granite does nothing more for you than add to the desperation you feel and you’re nearly keening for him.

“Yes, my love,” he agrees.  

Jimin slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger into your core.  It’s a stretch for now, but he’ll slowly work you open until you can take every inch of his thick cock later.  He wants to take you all night, have your body pressed up against his as he makes love to you on every surface of your shared bedroom and adjoining bathroom.  He wants to give you a birthday present of filling you up as much as you want and can take it.  

Once you feel his fingers breach you, your moans turn from breathy and needy to loud and wanton.  It feels incredible to feel him inside you, filling an emptiness that lingers anytime he’s not within you.  Once Jimin first slid into you so long ago, you knew he was the missing piece to your body and your soul.

“Fuck!” You shout as he flicks his tongue against your clit and sets a pace with his fingers.  

He smirks against your cunt as you shout, knowing he’s got you now wrapped around his fingers.  He coaxes more out of you by curling his fingers, pressing against the spongy spot within you that stops your breathing for a moment and makes your legs jerk.  He coos his revelry into you and increases the speed.  He wants to see your undoing, wants to watch the way your body lets go around his fingers and against his tongue.

Jimin’s tongue continues its barrage on your clit and you’re winding higher and higher and you can feel the way your stomach tightens to prepare for your end.  He can feel your channel tightening and it eggs him on to continue, to pump faster and slip in a third finger while he suckles at your sensitive clit. You’re gasping out his name, pleading and begging and warning him as the end comes closer and closer.

In an instant, you snap and your cunt convulses around his fingers.  He can feel it pulsating around him and your clit throbs against his tongue.  He smiles, closes his eyes as he listens to you cry out your bliss and tug at his wet hair.  He wishes he could record the way you scream his name at your end, always unable to hold back whimpering and whining his full name instead of whatever honorific he makes you call him the rest of the time.

He loves that you know it’s always him, always Jimin, making you reach your high.

Jimin’s tongue laps at the wetness escaping you as you settle down.  Your breathing remains harsh but you’re able to inhale deeper and open your eyes.  You peer down at him as he pulls his fingers from within you.  Your gaze melts his soul.  It speaks more than your words ever could.  It tells him just how in love with him you are, just how devoted you are to him for the rest of your life.

Jimin doesn’t give you time to speak.  He pulls your weak legs to standing and guides you out of the shower.  He rubs you with soft, warm towels and dries your entire body before drying himself.  He dries your hair with a smile as you peek at him through the white towel, before you lean forward and kiss him.  He holds the kiss, moves his lips against yours deeply and passionately as he lifts you and walks you towards the king-sized bed.  The blankets are messy from where you slept, but neither of you care to fix it.  He tucks you into the sheets and follows suit.

His fingers trail hot on your skin as he kisses at your face, your chin, your neck.

There’s no speaking as he hovers over you, lines his thick length with your aching core and slides into you.

“Jimin,” you whisper as he sheathes himself fully.

The way you say his name sounds like a grateful prayer, a thankful benediction to him.  It sends him reeling.

He starts the pace slowly, watches the way your eyes bore into his as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.  It feels like white, hot bliss to be buried inside you.  The slickness of your first orgasm coats him and he slides in and out of you easily.  

Jimin never felt what home was until the first time he slipped between you. He never understood that home wasn’t a place, a brick and mortar building with belongings.  Home is buried within you, taking two beings and joining them as one.   He thinks wherever he goes, home will always be the way you cling to him, whisper your adoration to him as he makes love to you.

He can’t help himself from kissing your face, pressing his lips against your eyelids and your cheeks as he ruts into you.  Your hips are matching his speed and time, egging him on and desperate for his own end.  You want to treat him as well as he treated you.  

It’s not just your body that feels deliciously stretched and full of Jimin—it’s your entire soul and being that feels as if you’ve finally found a piece of you that wasn’t quite complete.  Jimin fits himself into that slot so easily, without fail.

“I love you,” he groans into your ear as he licks and kisses it gently. “I love you, so much.”

His words make you whimper, make your pussy tighten impossibly around his thickness and it makes him moan.

“Want to fill you,” he whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck.  “Want to give us a baby.”

It makes your heart burst.  You’re desperate for a family, want a child with the idol above you so badly you dream of it nightly.   Jimin wants it too, wants to see you swollen with his baby, wants to start and raise a family with you, you, only you.

“Please!”  

It’s all you're capable of asking, only capable of begging for what he offers you.  Your heart rate speeds incredibly at the thought of finally establishing more than just you and him and bringing a life that is proof of your devotion and love.

He keeps at it, moving his hips faster and faster.  He lifts his head up to throw it back at how good you feel, how close he is. You can tell he’s close to the edge by how desperate his breathy moans and sweet words come out.  He drops a hand to circle at your clit—he wants to come with you, wants to make this moment about both of you, about the culmination of you.

The added pressure along with the look on his face that reads as if he’s memorizing every moment of this love-making sends you over your edge unexpectedly.  The turbulent waves crash over you and send you soaring high, higher than you think you’ve ever been before.  The passion in the love-making makes your end so much more overwhelming—it’s the physical manifestation of how much he loves you, and you love him.

Your walls contracts around him and Jimin whimpers a ‘fuck!’ as he feels himself unravel and pump his seed into you, as deep as he can make it go.  The feeing is unparalleled, the highest point of bliss you think you’ve ever felt.  You’re gasping out as it feels your entire body is sucking him in, milking him and wanting to keep him buried inside you for as long as you can.  Jimin doesn’t think he’d ever leave if he had the choice.

The come-down from the high is just as blissful as the orgasm itself.  Jimin is sure he’s never met someone who makes post-coital cuddling as intense and orgasmic as the sex itself.  You hold him so sweetly, whisper your praise into his ear, tell him how much you love him and how you hope to be his forever and ever.  You tell him you can’t wait to have his baby, to start a family with him.

Jimin holds you close, pulls the blankets tight around your still damp bodies.

As your breathing slows and evens out and he whispers a soft ‘happy birthday’ to your ears, Jimin knows he’s never felt a love quite like this.

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Love Languages

The Lost Boys: Seperate

Giving vs. Recieving

A/N: Im so sorry this took so long to complete. I just started a new job so things may take longer, but ill still be writing. The next fic will most likely be poly with you and the boys getting together. 

David

Giving: Gifts

David enjoys giving gifts that remind you of who you belong to. He's not good with emotions so giving momentos, to David, is a good way of showing his love.

David gives gifts to show you that even if he isn't around, he's thinking about you. He also uses gifts as an excuse to take care of you. He views himself as your protector and wants you to know that he can and will provide for you. 

If he sees you looking at something for just a little too long, he will totally pay for it, legally, with money. He definitely won’t steal it if that's what you're thinking. But whether it's gained via dubious means or not, it's yours. David is basically a criminally inclined sugar daddy. 

If you make an off comment about being hungry? You're getting food. You tell him he doesn't have to get something for you? That's too bad, it's not even a question to David, you're getting taken care of. 

David just wants to provide and protect, just let the boy take care of you the only way he knows how.

Receiving: Physical affection

David is very touch starved under all that angst, pride, and daddy issues. Although he wont admit it, he needs to be given affection, badly. 

Before he met you it never bothered him, he had the boys and he didn't need more than that. But when you came into his life, and you held his face in your hands? He realized how much he missed being held by another.

He's never thought highly of humanity, but your warmth pressed against him and feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest under his hand hits him in his cold, undead heart.

In public, PDA is kept at a minimum with David so he can keep up his rough and tough persona. He acts annoyed when you get clingy, but it's painfully obvious that he actually adores it. If you want to force him to hold your hand he'll complain about it, but he wouldn't dare move away from you.

In private however, all bets are off. Chairs aren't allowed, you're either on his lap or laying on top of him. Worry about his legs falling asleep? Don’t, he's already dead, they physically can't fall asleep. You aren't going anywhere sweetheart. If you're standing? He's wrapping his arms around your stomach.

If for some reason he moves his hands away while cuddling and you bring his hands back, He swears he can almost feels his heart start beating again. He finds you adorable when you're like this. It makes David smile when he sees your look of mock offense when he takes his arms away from you.

Cuddle this man. He may try to act all tough and intimidating, but he just wants to be held.

Dwayne

Giving: Acts of Service

Dwayne likes making your life easier, he's not a big talker but he knows that actions often speak louder than words.

He's a vampire, so the biggest stress factor the boys have is being found out and staked, but other than that he and the boys live a carefree life. He knows being a human is often very difficult. Picking up on your stressors and helping make your life easier is how he shows affection best. 

Often if you're really busy, Dwayne will pick up food for you and make you take a break before helping you finish what you were doing. If you feel unwell in the slightest he’ll be there in a second to take care of you. Dwayne is also very tall, and will always get things down from above without even needing to be asked, it's basically a reflex at this point. 

 It's not uncommon for Dwayne to finish those last edits of an essay you were writing. He'd do more than that but he knows you'd be upset with him if he did. If you worry about taking advantage of him, Dwayne assures you that isn't the case. Taking that weight off of your shoulders makes him feel not only wanted, but needed.

Dwayne needs to know he's taking care of you, he's never been one to show love through words but you never go a day without feeling it.

Receiving: Quality Time

Ever since you and Dwayne became a couple, you've been the first thought in his head every morning, wanting to get feedings done sooner so he could spend time with you.

Dwayne has a lot of free time on his hands and during the time he spends with you, every possible ounce of attention you could give him was given. He adored those long conversations where you went on and on about whatever your current hyperfixation was. Even if you felt as if you annoyed him by simply rambling about a topic, he found those moments intimate and special.

Museum and Bookstore dates were very common between the two of you. Debates and deep conversations were a favorite of his, you both respected each other and your opinions. 

For museums, he would watch you stare at the exhibits in wonder while he told you of what history he remembered in certain pieces. Though he wasn't too old by vampiric standards, you would ask him all sorts of questions about the eras he's lived in. He's very quiet, but it's on these dates where you can get him going.

Bookstore dates are quieter, there was one a little ways away from the hotel that stayed open later into the night. Once a week, you and Dwayne would try to get there as soon as possible and stay there until they kicked you out. You would buy (definitely not steal) books and walk back to the beach or, if it was particularly cold, back to the cave. You two would then read them and discuss the book until the next bookstore date.

Paul

Giving: Physical Touch 

Paul loves giving affection, he takes offense to any moment spent without his S/O in his arms. He knows his reputation, and keeping you close shows that you're not to be fucked with. Many girls may try to get his attention, but they will never be the ones on Paul's hip and you take that as a badge of pride.

Paul enjoys the summer, his cool body is perfect for giving a lot of cuddles during that time. The colder months are heavily disliked by both you and him because of you body needing to stay warm, but Paul gives the best hugs, to the point where you begin to crave his touch.

Paul's worst fear is you feeling ignored or unloved; if you two have been physically distant he will immediately rectify it as soon as he can. This boy will never let his S/O go un-snuggled. Every time you're upset you are swept into Paul’s lap with your head tucked under his chin.

When you're at the boardwalk, your hand is always in his or his arm is around your shoulders. If you two are sitting down then you'll be in his lap. The boys may tease him about it but he doesn't mind, he's proud to show you off. 

Paul is a himbo at the end of the day, he's not good with words and has said the wrong thing before, but through his actions you are shown how truly loved and valued you are to him.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Paul is a very literal person, he enjoys when you tell him what's on your mind, and he adores listening to you talk. Listening to you talk is the highlight of his night.

Even though Paul shows love through physicality, he needs to be told the words I love you. The first time you told him those three simple words he became pretty emotional. He couldn't remember the last time someone genuinely told him he was loved, and here you were confirming your mutual affections for each other. He's so soft for you man. 

You always tell him how much he is admired and adored as you hold his face in your hands, and Paul melts every single time. He finds a lot more pride in his clothing and hair after you rave about how amazing he looks.

He values what you say above everyone else's opinion, and if you like the new thing he did with his eyeliner you notice he does it significantly more. Paul is the definition of jokester, but when you tell him what he said made you laugh he takes it to heart. 

Paul loves being a vampire, but sometimes he needs you to say you aren't afraid of him. That despite what he is, you still feel safe around him. Even the toughest of people feel insecure sometimes and you're willing to do whatever he needs to feel okay again.

Marko

Giving: Physical affection

There's a reason him and Paul are best friends, sometimes a bro needs a hug. And though his motto was always ‘bros before hoes’ something was missing. There was a level of affection he longed to give, but never could. 

When he met you and he was finally able to give those romantic affections, he went overboard. Always holding you and touching you in some way, you weren't let out of his grasp for weeks. Any time you needed to leave the cave to go home, Marko would whine and beg you to stay with him for a little while longer. Any time he could convince you to stay the night, he would be ecstatic. 

Marko is very happy to know that someone loves him for him, and he is determined to show that in every single moment of your relationship. If you had a distant boyfriend before? Destroy those expectations, because you got the clingiest vampire in the lost boys. 

He loves to scent mark on you, a giant vampire thing, it's like a drug to this angel faced sweetheart. Having his scent melding with yours as you two roam the boardwalk drives the boy insane. Marko is very possessive, and he can't help but nuzzle into your neck or wrap his arms around your torso so that everyone knows you're taken. 

Much like his best friend, Marko is also a himbo. He needs you close to him and if you aren't he becomes whiny. The next time you see him, you won't be leaving his grasp any time soon.

Receiving: Gift giving

Marko is an artistic being and he appreciates gifts that have effort put into them. Things that are bought are nice, but if you spent hours making something? He doesn't care what it is, he will love it.

If you made him a bracelet, he'd wear it every day. If you paint, you'd notice pieces of art taped onto the wall, growing with every piece you make him. If you bake? What you make him is gone in a day. His favorite gifts however are the patches you make him, sewing them on and admiring the intricate detail put into each one. 

Everything you make him or give him is valued, keeping anything and everything tangible in a wooden box that Marko painted himself. He protects that box with his life, keeping it in the most protected place in the cave.

If you write him letters he stores them in the box and he reads them by the fire pits when he can't sleep, which helps him get some shuteye. He treasures every little thing you give him, but to Marko, you are the true gift. Each of those momentos being a simple reminder of the wonderful being who made them.