#even his armpit is nice I HATE MYSELF

[gallivantingheart]

in sickness

who?: seungkwan x (f)reader

word count: 1562

genre/s: fluff, humour, idol!au, established relationship

warnings: references to flu/illness and food

synopsis: while you might not want to bother your boyfriend amidst his busy schedule, a surprise visit forces otherwise

a/n: yay first seungkwan fic! and I fixed my laptop battery today! all by myself!!!

You feel like death warmed up. Everything hurts and even though you swear you can smell how bad you are despite your blocked sinuses, you don’t have an iota of energy to move. Obviously you’ve caught the flu that was going around town - some idiot must’ve had it on the train. You’ve already rainchecked your movie day with a couple of girlfriends and you really wish your boyfriend was here to sass and coddle you. But, alas the life of an idol meant he was booked back to back with variety schedules from the come down of BSS’s most recent comeback last month. Sure he would be a little less public soon, but that meant it was the cycle building up to a Seventeen comeback - recording, dance practice, fittings. You needed to stop thinking, it was hurting your head.

You roll over on the sofa to change the channel to a nice mindless cooking show, something you didn’t have to listen to, only hear. Hmm, sure that made sense. You groan loudly for yourself. You hate being sick.

It’s sundown and you’ve made some ramen you didn’t want and a bottle of water on the coffee table next to the myriad of syrups and pills to combat illness. You are in a blanket-burrito position, comfortable but not happy. You tip your head up but nothing else when the keypad beeps and the door opens unexpectedly.

“Baby, I’m home! Surprise, the schedule finished up earlier than I thought and - oh my! What happened?” He gapes, backpack in one hand, takeout bags in the other.

Seungkwan slings them up on your kitchen bench and wades over to you. The back of his hand presses to your forehead before raking your hair from your face. Instantly you’re in pout-mode. You knew how much of a baby you were when you were sick. If anyone else acted the way you did, you’d have told them to rub some dirt in it and get it together. So you kept quiet over text - it helped his days were so packed to say much.

“Flu. I’ve been sick for like the last 2 or 3 days and I hate it.” You whine, raspy and clogged. “I didn't think you would be coming by. No trouble.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? You know I would have dropped it all to come by to take care of you.” He frowns, cradling your cheek with a smooth palm.

You burrow deeper and shake your head. “You’re busy. I’m being a baby about this.”

His bottom lip juts out and he reaches for you to wrestle you out of your blanket and hold you up by your armpits like a stubborn kitten. “Don’t be silly. I’m never too busy for you, my baby. Don’t try to be some hero and keep quiet about it - don’t hide it.” His scolding, nagging tone softens as your head droops and your eyes turn glassy. “C’mon now, up you get. I’m here now. Let’s take care of you, hmm? Get you in the shower - the steam will help your sinuses.”

He guides you down your own hallway and plops you on the toilet seat with the lid down while he starts up the shower, darting his hand under the spray to test the temperature. You slouch, leaning your head on the bathroom bench unable to combat the weight it adds. You’re just too tired. When he’s satisfied, shaking his fringe from his face he helps you undress and briefly brushes your hair, knowing you prefer to do so to prevent any extra knots when you come out. You whine wordlessly aloud for no reason but discontent and step in. Seungkwan nods resolute, ducking to press a quick kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Okay I’ll come back in with a fresh set of pajamas and we’ll dry your hair too. I’m gonna clean up out here.” He says softly. You turn to protest but he shuts his eyes and tips his chin away from you. “Ah! None of that. Keep the door open in case you feel faint. Let me take care of you, remember?”

He’s right - the steam eases the weight and ache in your face and you even turn the heat up some more to scalding, putting your face directly under to warm and dislodge it further. At one point, he slips back in, laying out a fresh set of towels and your matching Sanrio sweatpants and sweatshirt. Finally you turn the water off and dry off, violently blowing your nose with a frustrated groan. Everything about this sucked. Well, almost everything.

Now he’s back in, with one of your kitchen stools and your hairdryer. He smiles, molten and honeyed.

“Hey baby, feel better?”

Seungkwan’s nagging is over - he seems to have called it off on you in pity.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Oh good. Sit and we’ll dry your hair. Then it’s soup, medicine and rest.” He’s very no nonsense about it all and you can’t help but roll your eyes and smile.

The warm air is amazing but you’re still pretty much limbless, standing for so long under the shower spray wearing you out. He catches your eye in the mirror and nudges your shoulder to lean back on his hip.

“Rest, lean on me. I’ll work around you.”

So you shut your eyes and droop your cheek to his waiting palm. You wished the hairdryer wasn’t so loud - you really wanted to hear about his day. Really, you just wanted to hear his voice warm, melodic and animated. He could talk about fishing or astrophysics and you’d listen.

When the air is too scalding against your neck and your hair lighter, Seungkwan switches it off. Your cheek is still in his hand and he laughs fondly.

“Hey, do you have the effort to do a little skincare? You’ll break out otherwise.” He says, light as a feather.

You hum and nod again, an effort to sit up properly. “Together?” You pout.

Seungkwan dramatically rolls his eyes. “Oh the effort - of course, honey.”

He leans down over the sink next to you to quickly wash and cleanse his face, getting the concoction and water on his dark shirt in droplets. Then it’s a gentle drip and dab of serum. Night cream, the pads of his fingers sweeping lightly and finally your eye cream, the cool metal roller a soothing massage on your nose bridge and under eye. He’s quick with his, but not haphazard. Every step done with care and precision even as he lets each serum and tonic soak and set. You can’t help but sigh and stare for a little too long, lovingly. You reach to rest your arm across the small of his back over his navy tee, fingers swirling absent patterns over the soft cotton. He perks up at that, twisting to eye you.

“Hmm?”

You shake your head and smile. “Just you.”

Skincare complete, he slides you off the stool to pick it up, following after you back to the sofa.

Most nights, except Thursday, Friday and Saturday, both you and Seungkwan agreed to always eat meals at the dining table. Yours was pissy and small, lacquer dented and scratched - his large and sleek, something befitting the clean, spacious place he and Jeonghan lived in. It was a way to make a little routine and be a bit more put together. But tonight it was sofa-dinner. There was another blanket from your linen cupboard draped over the arm of the sofa. A trash bin, new bottle of water and a myriad of vitamins and medicine on the coffee table. He settles you down and bundles you up in one of your faux-furry throw blankets. 

He frowns and holds up your half a roll of toilet paper. “Why was this on the coffee table?”

You cringe. “I - well I sort of ran out of tissues first day in and couldn’t be bothered going or ordering any more.”

“No wonder your nose is all red! You’re rubbing it raw!” He scolds you. “I’ll get you settled then go to the convenience store.”

You cry out and whine, reaching for him. “I’ll be okay. Just, please stay for a little bit.”

Seungkwan concedes, fussing and wrapping you a little tighter in your throw blanket.

“Fine, but I will be going out soon to get you some fruits and tissues. I pulled that soup out of your freezer since I didn’t know you weren’t well - it’s warming up over your cooktop.” He says soft yet brisk.

You’re back in pout mode and nod. “Thank you, ‘Kwan.”

Again he sighs and squeezes you, dropping a multitude of kisses into your freshly washed hair. You’re more at ease than you have been in days, fuzzy and clean. He reaches for the remote to change it to another food channel, the better of the two for this time of night, instead of the news like usual.

“Take your medicine while I go check on your soup.” Seungkwan murmurs, twirling a strand of your hair as he pulls away.

“Then tell me about your day?” You ask in a small voice.

He stops to turn and smile like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. A smile so warm and hazy you’re sure it might burn.

“If that’s what you want, of course.”

Goodness, you loved him.

[petew21-blog]

I hate myself

I just hate my reflection now so much. His face looking back at me. I know it's my reflection now, but I still can't get used to it.

I never planned on swapping bodies with Zahir. But after what my father did, I had no choice

My father was not always a good parent, but he was great with money. He established a very fine hotel, which he planned on turning into a family business. None of my siblings were interested, because they all had their lives and their jobs. My siblings are all much older than me. I was foolish enough to think that they didn't want to help my father. But after many years of helping out instead of studying, I found out throughout that my father was a monster. He never treated people with respect, bullied his employees, and had many homophobic and transphobic comments to people, which didn't help the business, but he didn't really care as long as he had enough income.

I was closeted. And afraid to come out to my father. I knew our relationship would change after that, and I was right. After coming out to me, he never treated me the same. But he still kept me around to help him. Again, I was too naive to think that he was trying to be a better person. Nope. He got himself a new wife to impregnate and get another son. And after that he disowned me. As if I was nothing. As if I didn't help him enough to hold the place together.

I was furious and depressed. I kept checking the news of the hotel every single time I had a bit of free time. He pretended that he managed well, but it was all crumbling. And then he promoted Zahir. One of my friends who worked his way to the top by kissing ass and lying. Sorry, ex-friends now. He presented my ideas for the hotel as his own the second I left the building.

I hated him. I hated both of them from that moment. Revenge was on my mind daily now, but I had no idea how I would even attempt that.

I stumbled upon a website. It claimed to change your life for the better. Yes, you needed to pay a LOT. But I was desperate. I'm sure you understand. I sent the money and waited

I felt a nauseating feeling in my stomach. I closed my eyes. Something was happening.

I opened my eyes. YESSSS. I was back in my apartement at the hotel. Fuck yeah. It worked. I have my life back

But then I noticed some of my stuff was misplaced. The paintings on the walls were down, much more garbage on the ground than I was used to. I had a really bad feeling. I looked down

"What the fuck" a strange voice now escaped my throat. Manly, but not mine. And down below was a different view than I was used to.

Abs. I never had abs. I would kill to have abs like these, cause the gay community is so toxic about your body.

But I knew this wasn't my body. The skin was darker than my own. Maybe the website gave me a better body along with improved life

I went to the bathroom. And the second I saw my body I thought I was gonna vomit right at that spot.

Zahir

Fuckin' Zahir

That stupid freaking website turned me into Zahir

This must be a horrible joke. I turned into my enemy. A homophobic fucker who worships my father.

I looked at myself. His curly hair, his beard. I have to admit Zahir is not a bad looking guy. Maybe it could be good to be in his body. He is hot, has a great body. Maybe I could score some cute guys looking like this. And maybe I could convince my father to let me take over the hotel. I would be happier and so would my father

Ok, let's see what this body can do

I took off my new clothes. Zahir's hairy legs, hairy balls and a pretty nice dick were now available for me to explore. I entered the hot shower.

I flexed the muscles. "Oh yeah. Not bad" I touched every ridge that I now possessed. I sniffed my hairy armpits. The reeking smell hitting my nose. If I were in my body I would have been already hard at that moment

I got down to my dick. Playing with the foreskin. Feeling the weight of my new hairy balls. They were a bit larger than my own. I started jerking my new dick. Thinking about being in a new body and fucking some hot guy with it. But no matter how much I tried I couldn't get it hard.

"How do you like being impotent?" a very familiar voice could be heard behind me

I turned around and saw my old body standing in the doorway

"Zahir..."

"Not anymore, honey. I'm you now. I have to say, It's gonna get some getting used to being in your fat gay body, but nothing that a few regular trips to the gym wouldn't fix"

"Wait, you're okay with this?"

"Are you kidding? I'm now in the body of your father's heir. All I need to do is come to him and tell him I'm straight and sorry. He'll welcome me with open arms"

"Zahir, you can't do this. You can't ruin my life like this"

"Ruin your life? Honey, look at the body you now have. You should feel lucky to be looking like me. And I can't wait to tell your, sorry MY FATHER, about you stealing money and leaking secret information. He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out"

"I didn't steal anything. You can't just pin shit on my and expect it to work"

"Maybe you haven't, but I have. And I got all the evidence. Anyway, i see you're busy getting to know your... not really working manhood, thanks for that as well by the way. And I hope to never see you again. ZAHIR"

"So that's my story. That's why I hate looking at myself in the mirror"

"Right... Maybe start with something more believable next time I ask about your backstory"

"Whatever. You asked"

"Hey, the guy that was here the last time asked for you. He said that he would leave a good tip if he could piss on you"

"He knows damn well that it will cost him more. No tips will change that"

I took a shot of vodka. "Alright, let's do this. Gotta earn those money"

I looked back in the mirror at Zahir's face. God, I hate myself so much

[luveline]

Maybe a Eddie and Roan where Roan gets into an argument with one of her friend/classmate and she’s like really grumpy and reader and Eddie try and cheer her up or even defuse the situation??

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

Roan toddles out of her classroom with her eyes on the floor until she reaches Eddie's legs. He frowns at her in surprise, smoothing the frizz of her curls away from her forehead. "Hello," he says. 

"Everything okay?" you ask. 

That morning at the kitchen table, when you told Roan you'd be there at pick up with her dad (the two of you taking a much needed day off to waste together in bed doing alternate loads of laundry), she smiled and climbed into your lap. "Good," she said, her lips shiny with waffle syrup, "I'll make you a present in arts and crafts."

"You will? Thanks, baby," you'd said. 

The present isn't anywhere to be seen now, nor is your sparkling girl. Roan rubs her cheek against Eddie's legs without greeting you. Eddie takes the hint and leans down to take her into his arms. He sighs as he stands, ducking his head to hers. 

"Hello," he says again, gentler now. "Bad day?" 

She sniffles and puts her face in his shirt collar. Eddie covers the back of her head, his eyes wide. What the fuck, he mouths, surprise melding into something worse. He hates when Roan's upset like this. Her tantrums are loud but her real tears are always quiet, and you can see the moment Eddie's heart breaks, her hands gripping his hair urgently. 

"Hey, okay, don't worry, bubby…" He nods his head back the way you came, and you follow at his elbow, crestfallen. 

He prods at it as you walk to the car. What happened? and Talk to me, babe. Roan stops crying and turns silent, until the concern gets too much. 

"I'm sure whatever it is, we can make it better. You just have to tell me what happened, roly-poly."

"Nothing! Nothing happened, dad, stop." 

Eddie rubs her shoulders. "Alright. If you say so." 

You open the car door for them and Eddie covers the top of Roan's head as he tucks her in. She's definitely reaching an age where all this carrying is unnecessary, but Eddie always says he has muscles for a reason. You like to roll your eyes, and, secretly, think it's amazingly sweet. He's like that. 

"Want me to come and sit in the back?" you ask. 

"No." 

"Are you sure? We can play pat-a-cake, or thumb wrestle?" 

"I don't want to." 

More of the same on the drive home. Eddie suggests ice cream, movies, McDonald's. Roan stares out the window and refuses to answer. Safe to say, you both hate it. It's your worst nightmare to know that somethings wrong but not know what that something is. 

"Let's go to Leaven," you whisper. 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, though he takes the turn, whispering back, "Why Leaven?" 

"We can buy her some fancy cupcakes and new pyjamas and stuff. And a tape, whatever she wants."

"We can't just buy her happiness," Eddie says. 

"Really?" 

"...Maybe." 

You park up in the family spaces near the front of Leaven and Eddie insists upon himself from car to store. "Please hold my hand, babe, I'll get lost in Leaven by myself," he whines, waving his hand at her. "I won't know where to go if you don't steer me." 

"Fine!" she says, taking his hand furiously. 

"Do you want to know why we're here, lovely girl?" you ask. 

"No." 

"Roan, don't be mean," Eddie says reproachfully. 

"I'm not mean, dad." 

"You're being a little tiny bit mean. We should try to be nice to the people we love even when we have bad days. Work is very very hard, but I try to pick you up from school and be happy because you haven't done anything wrong." 

"I don't want to be happy," she pouts, twisting her head away from you both. 

Eddie huffs playfully and grabs her from behind. Arms under her armpits, he swings her around and chuckles maliciously in her ear. "Silly girl left herself open for my evil plan," he croons, the voice of a character from one of his campaigns that gives you and Roan the shivers. 

You grab a kart and push the children's seat out for Eddie to slide her in. "Trapped!" he declares, squeezes the arms of her vinyl coat. "And there's nothing you can do to stop us!" 

Roan struggles to pretend she doesn't find it funny. "Stop what?" she asks, exaggeratedly unhappy to maintain her grumpy facade. 

"We're going to spoil you, duh," he says, voice back to normal. "What should we get first, my love?" he asks you. "Cupcakes?" 

"Best get cupcakes before they run out of the pink bunnies." 

Roan's lips quirk at the name of her favourite ones. "Are we really having pink bunnies?" she asks. 

"We're having anything that will make you smile," Eddie says. 

You link your arm through his for most of the journey, the smell of his cologne rich and smokey. He doesn't smell like diesel, a rare occasion, nor are his clothes mottled by oil. You look like a family meant to shop at Leaven (sort of, you aren't so decked in designer as the wealthy Hawkinites). Roan perks a little as you pick cupcakes from the bakery counter, their gold foil wrappers reflected in the brown wells of her eyes. Eddie lets her eat one as you walk around so long as she puts the wrapper in the bag when she's done. 

From there, you choose pyjamas, a stuffie shaped like a frog, and a breadcrumb covered tray of mac and cheese. You pick up things you don't need as you go, fancy brownies in a tub and clothes softener. The best part is the deliberating, you and Eddie and Roan taking turns sniffing the caps and debating which one smells best. You settle on deep sea minerals, probably because Roan likes the seahorse on the front. 

"You're a traitor," you say, putting back the scent you'd preferred with put upon disappointment.

Roan giggles sweetly. Like a plug pulled, a levy unburdened, she laughs from the checkout to the car, all the way home. You barely notice how dark it's become, focused on the loving heat of Eddie's hand on your knee and Roan's renewed smile. 

Later, once she's had a bath and you're all in your pyjamas, Eddie asks her again what upset her, and she gives a teary answer. One of the Stacey's said her hair looked ugly, and Roan agreed with her. 

"Bubby, your hair's not ugly," you say, chucking her under the chin. Eddie, her chair, leans his chin over her shoulder to agree. 

"It's beautiful." 

She sniffles. "I said it was ugly, and it's not nice because daddy has the same hair." She sputters wetly, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. "I'm really sorry." 

"Aw, Ro." Eddie hugs her with both arms tight to his stomach. "Don't be sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for. Stacy shouldn't say you have ugly hair– you have beautiful hair. So shiny and bouncy. I promise you it's perfect." 

You smile at Roan encouragingly. "Your hair is soooo super pretty. Just like your dad's." 

"You think so?" 

"I know so." You coil a curl around your finger. When you let it go, it springs away and falls against her face. 

Roan relaxes into Eddie's chest. He rubs her upper arm, a similar relief on his pert features. 

"Is there anything else wrong?" Eddie asks. 

Roan closes her eyes, dark lashes kissing her cheek. "I think I have a tummy ache." 

"I bet you do, babe. Why don't we lie down for a bit?" 

Roan agrees wholeheartedly. It's a tight squeeze, but the three of you manage to lay on your couch, the smell of sugary pink icing stuck to your fingers and the warm scent of mac and cheese floating in from the kitchen. 

[mothergold]

| Could you love me while I hate myself? |

Pairing: Albedo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Reader is disabled, Reader has mobility & balance problems, Selfship Coded, Reader struggles taking care of themself, Reader struggles with good hygiene, Albedo picks up/carries reader, Hurt/Comfort, Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns for Reader, He/Him for Albedo, Reader has mental health issues, 1.1k words.

A/n: Maybe I shouldn’t make it so obvious this is 100% self indulgent, but it might help someone else so what the heck. 

Summary: Albedo notices you haven’t been taking care of yourself and offers to do so instead. 

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @tighnarly @fleur-de-leap@themovingcastlez

Albedo watches with worry as you limp to the nearby couch, an empty spot open right beside him. Your legs wobble and knees threaten to buckle. It hurt, everything felt wrong. You want to tell him what was wrong, confess that you craved his care, but your pride stopped you. You want to be able to confess these parts of you to the man you loved, but stubbornness be damned you always felt the words getting caught in your throat. Albedo winces at how sick you appeared. He couldn’t remember the last time you’d showered or what you ate recently. It wasn’t that you didn’t try, because you did and he knew that. Still, it broke his heart seeing you struggle so much. 

He turns to face you, placing both hands on your cheeks. “Sweetie, when’s the last time you had a meal?” His voice is soft but the words sting. 

You turn away, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. “I don’t know.. A while.” 

“How long is a while?” He asks.

Your face twists into an expression of pain. That answers that. 

“How about a shower? Then I can make you something good to eat, hm?” 

Although the question wounded you, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief. You’d been struggling to take care of yourself for quite some time, it was just what you needed. Some rest and reprieve would do you good. Your boyfriend pulls you into his arms, stroking the back of your head before giving you a soft kiss to the forehead. He leaves to get the water running, readying a nice hot bath for you to soak in. After preparing the various types of soaps and filling the tub with the perfect temperature of water, he makes his way back to the living room where he picks you up, holding you carefully in his arms. 

He nuzzled his head against yours and whispered in your ear. “I’m so proud of you.” A warmth envelops your chest, you feel calmer than before. 

Albedo brings you into the bathroom and carefully lowers you into the warm tub. Immediately you feel much better just with the hot water touching your skin. You lay back, allowing your body to release the tension it had been holding. Albedo is swift to start softly scrubbing your skin, making sure to get all the dirt and grime off of your body. He lifts your arm up gently to clean your arm, armpits, and even underneath your fingernails. Carefully he sits you upright, beginning to rub soap along your back and neck. You relax into his loving touch, everything feeling good for once. 

“How’re you holding up?” He asks softly.

You nod and give him a tired smile. “Better.” 

He smiles, still focusing on taking care of you. After finishing up on your backside he helps clean the rest of you, making sure to rinse you off before moving onto your hair. As he begins to wash your hair he hums to you, leaning into your touch as you wrap a loose hand around his arm. You cling to him, as if to get lost in his scent and admiration. His touch feels warm and comforting. Albedo feels like home, like the only home you’d ever known. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” His voice is patient. 

He stops to kiss you on your cheek, then resumes scrubbing your scalp. He rinses out your hair before moving onto the conditioner. Albedo then rests your body against the back of the tub, allowing you to catch your breath. Already you feel so much better. It was like a huge weight had been lifted. Albedo took both your hands and very carefully helped you out of the bath, making sure you had his sturdy body to lean on as your legs shook from moving out of the tub. Once  you were out he was quick to grab a towel and wrap it around your body, using his body to hug you tightly, adding a pleasant amount of pressure that made you relax faster than you’d like to admit. 

He holds himself there, embracing you for a few moments longer. Albedo wanted to enjoy this tender moment just a little more. He pulls away finally to look at your smiling face. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” His face beams with happiness.

Your face becomes hot with embarrassment. Although you can’t help but smile at his sweet words. In one swift movement you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight, too afraid to let go. The both of you stand there, embracing one another until you finally decide to let go. Albedo holds your face and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. He bundles you up in the towels extra good before helping you to the room both you and him shared, where he helps you  into some warm, comfortable clothes. The two of you rest on the bed as you both discuss what you’d like to eat together, laughing and being open with one another.  You feel so relieved to get not only cleaned up, but to get some things off your chest. You forgot how nice it felt to talk to your boyfriend, spill your heart to your beloved Albedo. Enough time passes that you eventually forget why you were so hurt in the first place. Wondering if it had all been as bad as you thought. It had, you know it to be true, but that fact doesn’t replace the warmth spreading throughout your chest. You feel… happy. You’ve always felt that way around Albedo, but I guess you didn’t really realize it until that moment. He looks at you like you are the galaxy in which the stars in the sky shine brightly in, and you look to him as if he is the sun. In a way he is, or at the very least he is your sun. It’s that moment that makes you understand just what he meant when he told you everything would be alright. Yeah, you thought to yourself, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, everything was going to be okay.

[pepperthebepper]

HI!! A SIGZAI SHIPPER omg this makes me so happy

May I request tkl headcanons for Sigzai? I rarely see content for them </3

No pressure, take your time, have a nice day!!

Of course and you too!☺️

Also I suck at spelling sorry

Where their least to most ticklish spot

Sigma

Thighs: 4.5

Hands: 5

Waist 6.5

Ribs: 7.5

Armpits: 7.5

Feet: 8.5

Ears:9.5

Neck: 9.5

Knees: 11

Dazai

Feet: 1

Armpits: 3

Thighs: 4

Knees: 4

Ribs: 6.5

Hands: 7

Neck: 9.5

Ears: 10

Lee Sigma

I feel like Sigma would probably be more ticklish than Dazai, not by a lot cause their both very ticklish

Very easily flustered like just ticking would fluster him to to the bedrock to the sky limit in Minecraft

To please most of the lee sigma fans (and myself) I must say I would enjoy being ticked and would hate if people found out

Ler Sigma

Would be a very gentle ler and if anyone said stop he would amidiatly stop

Would get flustered by the lee laughing which is hilarious to witness

To shy to tickle someone

Lee Dazai

Love's being ticked for to actually feeling happy and not acting for once

As much for liking it he can not handle it for the life of him lol

Not as easily flustered as Sigma though he is easily flustered as well

Ler Dazai

BIGGEST LER NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. Like the first time he tickles sigma, sigma nearly passed out

He is the biggest teaser in the world like not even people who can't get flustered get that title revoked from them

Mean ler and would not give their lee a break unless necessary

I'M DONE MY MOTIVATION IS DEAD AND UP AROUND THE CORNER WITH MY WILL TO FINISH MY VIDEO AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE HEADCANNON BYE 👋☺️

[glassbxttless]

Hey! Can I get a rustic sourdough, salami, pepper jack, and ketchup? And can you make it a combo with cole slaw? Thank you! :)

It’s a Real Nice Summer to Make a Baby

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from Anonymous | Your journey in creating your family with Eddie, doesn’t stop just because there’s a change in scenery.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, PinV, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Eddie and Reader are actively trying to get pregnant, Established relationship

notes: It’s not stated explicitly in here, but Eddie and Reader are in their Mid and Late 20’s. These babies have been dating *six* years. There’s a whole timeline in my head lol. I didn’t have anyone read this over but myself, so please excuse any mistakes that might’ve been made (feel free to point them out so I can fix them! but otherwise, enjoy!)

The first day of camp always starts the same way every single year— like thunder rolling in before the rain. Vans pulling up the gravel drive, kids tumbling out like socks from an overstuffed drawer, the counselors shouting names over clipboards, and you in the middle of it all with a whistle around your neck and a ridiculous amount of sunscreen slathered on your face.

It’s your favorite part of the year.

You’ve barely gotten the last of the kids off the bus before someone’s already crying about losing their water bottle and someone else is shouting about how they found a frog in their duffel bag. And there you are— grinning. This is your happy place, and you slip right back into it like a second skin.

Eddie is… less delighted.

You spot him across the field, slouching under the too-hot June sun in a black band tee that he refuses to retire despite the armpit holes. He’s balancing two crates of produce in his arms and glaring at a counselor who’s dropped a popsicle stick on the path. His hair’s tied up in a low bun, sunglasses on his face, and his expression says he’s already counting the days till August as one of the other counselors mention that he’s not wearing his officially issued camp shirt.

When he catches you watching him, he moves the crates to his hip and flips you off— lovingly. You roll your eyes and blow him a kiss in return.

“Head Counselor!” one of the junior staffers yells your way, jogging up to you. “There’s a problem in Cabin 6. Jamal says there’s a wasp nest under his bed.”

You groan and turn toward the cabins, but not before glancing back at Eddie one last time. He mouths, See you tonight, and winks. It’s the kind of look that doesn’t mean much to anyone else, but you know exactly what it says. You’ve loved him long enough to know exactly what he means.

And by the time you wrangle your girls into their bunk beds, go over flashlight rules, soothe a homesick eight-year-old, and confiscate a pair of scissors someone smuggled in for friendship bracelet warfare, your throat hurts and your back is so sore. But your feet somehow know the way to the staff showers without needing your brain to even catch up.

The trees are loud with cicadas as you walk. The shower house is lit up like a low-budget horror movie. But there’s one door at the end— second stall from the left— that’s always been unofficially yours. And as promised, Eddie’s already waiting there. He’s sitting on that little wooden bench in that stupid old Hawkins High hoodie you loved and he hated more than anything, the sleeves were rolled and shoved up to his elbows. When you push the door open, he glances up from where he’d been sketching something in his notebook.

“You’re late,” he says softly, but it’s not annoyed. It’s soft. He says it with a smile. Like he’s been waiting all day to say anything just to you.

“You’re clean,” you tease him softly, stepping over the threshold, letting the door knock shut, and then you lock it behind you.

“Figured if we were trying to make a baby, I should probably not smell like the beef chili we had for dinner.”

You laugh as you make your way over to stand between his knees, leaning down to kiss him. His lips slow and familiar against yours. His hand reaches out and finds your thigh automatically, tugging you closer as he stands. Your bodies are pulled together now, flush. “God, I really fucking missed you today.”

Your eyes exchange silent words with one another, hoping he can sense how much you really missed him too. You missed him enough that it felt like you’d left the other half of your heart each time you step foot into your quarters. His hands slide up from your waist and gently pull the hoodie from your body, a shy smile tugging at his lips. It makes you weak in the knees. 

You both strip each other in loving silence, every single one of your movements slow, not because it’s seductive but because you’re exhausted. First it’s your shirt, fingers slowly sliding across your skin as he drops it in the pile with your hoodie. Then it’s his jeans. You drop his belt and shove the denim to his ankles, helping him step out with a soft sigh. And once you’re fully bare, Eddie turns the knob on that rusty shower handle, hot water starting to pour out against the tile and steam rolls over the both of you as you step into the small stall together. The heat is a godsend on your sore muscles after a day in the sun.

Inside, it’s quiet— there’s no kids, no whistles, no pots clanging about in the kitchen. It’s just you and Eddie.

You stand beneath the water and let his hands roam your body— they start by washing and rinsing the shampoo from your scalp, then move onto rubbing the knots from your shoulders, then he’s brushing his fingertips down the curve of your spine, like he’s trying to memorize your body all over again before you disappear for the night.

It’s not always sex at first, sometimes it’s just touch. Him showing you the love you deserved to feel. Sometimes it was just you being held, him being as close as he can get. But tonight, you both linger a little longer in your touches. You press your cheek to his chest and feel the rise and fall of him beneath your ear as you let out a soft sigh. As nice as it was, the calendar doesn’t wait for anyone.

“We should try,” you say quietly, your voice muffled by his skin and the sound of the water hitting his back.

Eddie kisses your forehead, his hand running up and down your back so gently you feel like you’re falling in love all over again. “Yeah. Let’s try.”

Your cheek rests against Eddie’s chest, your breath slow and even now that the day’s over, but your body’s still buzzing— like your nerves don’t know how to stop working after fifteen hours of keeping the kids from lighting each other on fire. He’s warm against you, both of your skin sticky with humidity and steam. He brings his hands around, kissing up your neck, letting one lazily stroke up and down your side while the other cups your breast. His thumb grazes over your nipple with just enough pressure to make you arch a little and then he squeezes.

You shift around slightly, both of you moving with the practiced coordination of people who’ve done this so many times before— This was your second year trying for this. This was the second year of navigating cramped showers and whisper-thin moments between chaos when that ovulation date creeps up on your calendar. Your back brushes against his chest, and his arm slides around your waist to pull you close to him again. You can feel him hardening against the curve of your ass, growing thicker by the second, like it’s a reflex. Like wanting you isn’t even something he thinks about anymore— it just is.

“I’m all slippery,” you mumble softly, tilting your head just a bit as his lips brush under your jaw. You reach behind your body to rest your palm on his hip.

“Perfect,” He moves his kisses up, stopping right under your ear, whispering oh-so-gently. “Gonna slide in real easy like this then.”

His voice drops on that last part, heavy with something you’ve longed for over and over again— it was want, sure, but it was also more than that. His voice was full of a deeper need that’s lived between you both for the past two years. The kind that grows heavier every single month, every test, every almost. It never stops being tender, never stops hurting. But sometimes it burns.

He palms your hip, guiding you to bend at the waist slightly, and you brace your hands against the tile wall as you listen. The position makes you feel raw, exposed, open, and something about that— about doing it like this, here, where you both have to be quick and quiet— makes your heartbeat thrum all the way up to your ears.

Eddie’s hand slides down between your thighs and he groans softly when your hips jolt forward against his touch. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against your skin, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “This is what you wanted, huh? Just needed me inside you.”

You nod, your eyes fluttering shut. “Want you to cum inside me.”

“Oh my god,” he says quietly, his forehead thudding gently against the back of your shoulder as he lets out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

You smile, a little dazed and a little breathless, but his fingers don’t stop moving. “Wanna feel you fill me up, Ed. Want you to get me pregnant.”

He shudders against your body, his grip tightening around you. “Jesus. You’re gonna kill me.” And then he’s pressing forward just a bit more, his opposite hand thumbing the base of his cock until he’s sliding through your folds. He nudges your entrance, prodding with each little bump forward of his hips before he’s pushing into you with a low, drawn-out moan. He goes slow— so fucking slow— like he’s savoring every inch, like he’s trying to feel every part of you take him in.

You brace your hands on the tile wall in front of you, letting your head drop as he bottoms out. He stays there inside of you, buried to the hilt, and you can feel the way his hips tremble against your ass. His hands slide up your body, settling on your breasts, cupping them with his hands. He kneads gently, squeezing, brushing his thumb along the swell of your tits. “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me, puppet.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Always so warm, so fucking tight. She knows me, baby. Knows I belong right here.”

You whimper at his words, at the weight of him behind you, the burn that comes with the stretch, the desperate want. He pulls out, just a little, then he rocks back in, and you gasp— it’s quiet, but sharp, like it makes you a bit dizzy.

“That’s it,” he breathes out softly. “You let me in like that every time and you know I’m gonna fill you up, don’t you? Gonna fuck my cum so deep it has to take this time.” One of his hands slides down to your belly, his palm wide and possessive over you. “Right here. Right fuckin’ here’s where it’s gonna grow. M’gonna watch you swell up with our baby, and everyone at camp’s gonna know I did it. I put it there.”

The moan you let out is almost too loud for the location, and you slap a shaky hand over your own mouth, shivering as his hips start to snap even harder into you. “Shh, I know, puppet. I know,” he whispers, his mouth hot against your neck. “You’ve gotta be quiet for me. Gotta be good. But you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. You take me so perfect every time.” His thrusts stay deep and slow, dragging you open and stoking the fire in your belly higher and higher. You’re already close— maybe from the buildup, maybe from the words— but it’s more than that. It’s him. It’s the grip of his arms around you, the sound of his breathing in your ear, the love you feel for him and how desperate you are to give this to him. 

“I want it, Ed,” you pant out softly. “I want you to cum inside me. I want to keep it this time.”

Those words shatter whatever was left of his self-restraint. He growls— almost actually fucking growls— and fucks into you harder, his rhythm snapping with urgency. “You’re gonna, baby. I swear it. I’m gonna make you a mom right here in this fucking shower, and you’re gonna carry me with you every fuckin’ day.”

It’s not long until your orgasm rushes over you like a wave, your knees nearly buckling as you clamp down around him. Your fingers on your free hand scrambling against the tile for anything to grab onto. You cry out  into your hand, trying not to sob his name as you fall apart.

And Eddie’s right behind you, his hips jerking out of rhythm as he slams into you deep and stays. His cock pulsing as he empties his spend inside you. He’s moaning against your back, hot and wild, pouring everything into you like the only job he has is to get you pregnant— like it’s his fucking right.

You’re both panting, swaying slightly. You’re still connected at the hips, and his forehead rests between your shoulder blades. “…Did we just conceive our child next to a pile of someone’s abandoned flip-flops?” you ask, still breathless and flush.

Eddie kisses up your spine, dragging his nose against your skin as he smiles. “God, I really hope so.”

You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head slightly. “You’re insane.”

“I’m in love,” he says dramatically. “There’s a difference, thank you.”

He slips out of you slowly, catching your hips when you nearly stumble forward. You both wince at the mess dripping down your thighs. He watches it for a second, before dropping a hand to scoop up what he can, slipping his fingers back into you. “Don’t want you to wash it away yet.”

You raise an eyebrow, your lip catching between your teeth. “What? You want me to waddle back to my cabin like this?”

He grins, reaching with his other hand to push your wet hair off your neck. “Yes. Full of my cum like a good girl. How else am I supposed to knock you up?”

You blink at him, half-dazed again— partly from good girl and partly from the thick digits he’s using as a plug. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’ll clean you up,” he promises softly, dropping to his knees with a groan, his fingers unmoved. “But then we’re trying again tomorrow.”

tags ;; @thejordiverse @vinecstasy @kripkie101-blog @prettycalla @robinbuckleywife @dancininseptember

[girltomboy]

Okay, so there were more things I wanted to say in that LSD trip post. I will start with the pettiest one. So, in the weeks leading up to the actual event, I kept getting the feeling that our friend (call him Andrew) would somehow spoil or at least mess up the vibes with some dramatic moment. He has a history of drugs turning him a little on the overbearing side; before he started getting panic attacks on weed he would go on long soliloquies about how cool it was that we were getting high together, and how awesome weed is. At times he would even start crying and telling us how much he loves us and how much he values our friendship, etc. Now, I have never harbored any judgement or ill feelings for those moments, on the contrary - I used to get up and hug him, rewarding his emotional sincerity with physical affection and verbal encouragement while maintaining a casual attitude. However, this behavior was not exclusive to weed: he said similar things about alcohol whenever we happened to be drinking, ecstasy whenever we happened to be rolling, etc. (minus the crying, I'm pretty sure that was just one time). So it started feeling as if whatever substance he was on it would take over him and potentially overwhelm him a little? I dunno, but at some point I legit started getting a little irritated with it. And I feel kinda bad about it, but I just can't help that he starts pissing me off when he's being dramatic. It's almost as if he's performing for the substance or whatever. He was on my mind when I mentioned my friends' willingness to perform in that previous post.

ANYWAY, enough intro. That gut feeling of mine ended up being true. He started trying to become the center of attention again, saying acid was making him feel so brave and evolved, saying he felt as if his "balls were dropping" (exact words), and it all lead to his proposal for a walk. So that's where and why the trip started going downhill; it isn't to say I hated it since that moment, but the vibe got spoiled and could not be rebuilt, and it can all be traced to the walk. And he was also the one who tried to go into the bathroom while my best friend was still there, and I'm pretty sure my best friend's boyfriend took the flak for that. As in, she got mad at him for letting Andrew into their bedroom/ check in the bathroom when she wasn't ready yet. But her bf had literally told Andrew that she was still showering, and they'll let him know when she's done so he can go in and shower. Not to mention there was a perfectly functional extra shower in a bathroom that wasn't INSIDE my best friend's bedroom, but he wouldn't use that one because it was "too small". Anyway. I sound a bit frustrated with him still, but in reality I don't think I am anymore. Everyone involved has moved on with no hard feelings, these are just some thoughts that I don't really feel that I can share with anyone rn, so I have to put them somewhere.

Another thing I wanted to write about was what my best friend said to me the next day or 2 days later. We were talking about looking in the mirror while tripping. I forgot to mention in my initial post, but I really enjoyed looking at myself while I was on acid. It felt satisfying to "zoom in" on certain parts of my face, my hair, my body, even my outfit. I was just in a long sleeved baseball shirt and baggy jeans, but they just felt comfy and looked nice on me, I thought. I especially enjoyed taking my shirt and sports bra off and looking at my breasts. Feeling them, poking them, putting cold water from the sink on them (trying to wash my armpits lol). My best friend and Andrew were saying how they couldn't really stand to look in the mirror for too long while tripping. They saw their face lines, dark circles, spots, curves, and it freaked them out. My best friend then told me she saw me as "older, and longer like Slenderman", and at some point she couldn't stop seeing me as her ex friend, with whom she recently had a pretty nasty and toxic falling out. I was so taken aback I wondered what the hell had I possibly done to her for her to see me that way 💀 I quickly realized that it wasn't about me. How she saw me was not about me, it was about her, her own fears and troubles with that ex friend, or with herself. Their falling out was quite dramatic, and I don't condemn her for the wounds it left; they had a long friendship but together had a very Plutonian, very insidious history. I remember her opening up to me about some insecurities she still had because of this friend back when my boyfriend and I started dating and I asked her whether she felt some type of way about our relationship potentially interfering with the group dynamic (in retrospect I was silly to have those fears, but I'm glad I asked). So she has a bit of projection history related to this ex friend. I do wish those fears had not interfered so badly with our time together. Like it's just sad for me to think about how I was prioritizing her comfort, meanwhile she was looking at me and saw something completely different. It didn't help that we actually barely got to spend any time at all just the two of us. If it wasn't the others' presence, it was this humongous distance between us. Overall I just feel her even further away now, and in about a week's time she'll be moving abroad with her boyfriend, so she's about to be even further and further away.

[hobiesdump]

Oi oi Man-like Pav, big stepper! Get me? Is this the younger from sixteen ten? Bit of advice. Use the palms, not just your fingers. What's up with your suit? Is he bleeding from his armpits? Alright! My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown. I was bitten by a- wouldn't you like to know? Y'know what I mean? And for the past three years I've been the one and only- wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait Think I'm gonna show you my secret identity? Come out of it. That is when I'm not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political slash performance art pieces, or having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model. I was briefly a runway model. 'cause I hate the AM. I hate the PM. I hate labels. I'm not a hero 'cause calling yourself a hero makes you a Narcissistic Self-Mythologizing Autocrat Gwendy, you left your jumper around my place. And your toothbrush. Are those my chucks? I don't believe in teams. I don't believe in consistency. I don't believe in comedy! Just kidding! Oi oi, mate. No time to get dizzy! I'll do it, but not because you told me to Hurry, everyone! This way, quickly! Man-like Miles, my guy! It's a metaphor for capitalism. I don't follow orders. Neither does he. I was this cool the whole time. Bit much, innit? Gwendy, how much have you told him, hm? About his place in all this? Maybe not enough. Caught that one myself. Couple dozen. Apart from having a great name? What'd I say, ey? It's super humane and not creepy. Let's go! Bet this doesn't even do anything. Propaganda, bro. To distract you from the truth! I ain't got a scooby doo, mate. 'cause that's what they want. Why d'you wanna be a part of this lot? Make your own watch. Bet you-Bet you got a nice set up, huh? Nice parents. That's a bloody shame. 'cause you're not ready for everybody else. Listen to me, bruv. The whole point of being Spiderman is your independence, being your own boss. You don't need all this! Looking out for my drummer is all. Alright, squashed! Just don't enlist until you know what war you're fighting. I ain't even here. Or here. Oh boy! Humbling reality Spiderman has arrived. Kid's an anarchist. Taking a crap on the establishment, I salute you. Ey? What of it? Here we go. Good. This is a great look Little man, Peter Pan, Palms. Just for the record I quit.

Just Hobie Talking

Got sick of hearing voices I wasn't in the mood for.

This is the only song I need sometimes. Thank you

[star2sworld]

Hiii 9/10/23

hi, I’m going to recap today :)

- my day started off bad.. last night I catched up with my cousin after 2 weeks and I told her about my hyper sexual issue and the fact I’m talking to very old guys and sending nudes and FaceTiming guys at the age of 16. She told me how her life has gotten a lot better and even has her first boyfriend now who loves her very much. I guess I was jealous. I envy her. Or envied her. So, I was upset. I am very happy for her but I was sad because I felt unlovable I’m never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. I haven’t had any talking stages either it makes me feel as if I’m unlovable and there is no one out there for me. I was listening to rap songs as this happened so I didn’t feel or care as much and I got over it quickly and realized there’s 7billion people in the world just because she has a boyfriend doesn’t mean I won’t get one!! Everyone’s path is different. I’m sure he will come once it’s time. I also blocked the 32year old guy I was talking to yesterday thanks to my online friend. It took a lot of courage but I blocked all the guys I sent to :) afterwards I went to sleep.

- today I woke up feeling extremely exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe it’s because I start my period at the end of this week? Or maybe todays is just one of those days. I ended up eating chips & watching the ultimatum for about 2 hours. Then I hated on my body because of my scars for about an hour. Afterwards I finally got up and took a shower. I did my after shower routine and I felt good. I smelled nice and I was CLEAN my hair was soft and clean. I went to sams club with my family besides my sister because she decided to stay home. I had created a list of things to do today before I took a shower so I wanted the shopping run to be quick. We got food and there was a slight problem at the end but it was solved. We went to Taco Bell after and I saw the guy I use to think was cute working there ( I’m shocked ) …. we came home and my brother and I put everything away. I thought I was going to get some of my work done but then my entire family went to my mama(uncle) house. He lives 35 minutes away … before we left I decided to delete social media for good. For at least a few months until I feel better about myself. My goals is 3 months to get my life together. I want to love myself and I feel like social media distracts me too much. Once we got there we ate some mango & grapes and I toured the house.

- We came home and i immediately went to go find my cat Angel :) after playing with her I got to cleaning. I vacuumed everywhere and wiped the floor. I picked my outfit for tomorrow and I think it’s so cute. I’m wearing a tube top and as I was searching for my patch one of my drawers got stuck. My sister gave me her patch and I pulled the drawer out & I found 145$!! I am shocked lol wtf!! I’m very happy and grateful I found my money though. I put my supplies back and put a blanket up on my door that connects to the kitchen for more privacy. I cleaned angles litter box, made my bed, too I picked up all the trash in my room, threw my trash outside, and put all my clothes on the floor away. My sister waxed my armpits & then I ate some corn that was cooked in the grill with my family. After I finished eating I did my algebra 2 homework it was quite confusing but after a bit of research I kind of got it. I made my grwm to sleep as I debrief tiktok video & then I brushed/flossed. My brother came in with snacks that we got from the store today. I went to the kitchen and divided the other snacks and my cat also came inside my room. I changed her water & gave her food. Now she’s sitting on my window seal as I’m writing this. I am currently under my blanket & am listening to music ( show me by kid Ink) on my Bluetooth speaker. Life feels good.

- I am very proud of myself for deleting Snapchat. When I was in my sending addiction for validation from men I made quite some genuine ( I hope ? ) friends. I wanted to continue talking to them even tho I knew they were holding my back from 100% focusing on myself. But, today I deleted it! Hopefully in 3months I don’t see myself blocked by them. I told them beforehand that I’m deleting snap and I’ll talk to them in a few months. Now im going to focus on myself 100%. Tomorrow I want to wake up early and put eyelashes on, put fake tattoos on & even do this day of the week outfit video. It’s now 11:41pm. I am quite tired. School also feels less stressful now that I’m not focused on making friends or being anxious about what people think about me. I remind myself I’m only there to get education and that once I’m out of school, I feel so much better. :).

My cat is starting to meow so I’m going to pet her until she sleeps and I’m going to sleep as well! I’m planning to wake up at 5:00 tomorrow to be make sure I have enough time for school. Goodnight ;) I feel happy right now.

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 30 - Omen - Part 1

Lord Nyx Aimeri

The incarnation of grumpiness met me with its eternal scowl.

"You take too many days off boy."

"Apologies for being late. There's no excuse..."

"Oh I'd be happy to give you an excuse. I can provide your highness with a nice beating that'll give you a long and peaceful rest for eternity," Baril said while pointing his big knife to my face.

The knife wasn't even clean.

I tilted my head back to keep as far from it as possible and smiled awkwardly.

"No need, I'm here now. I'll assist with lunch. You look like you need tomatoes? I'll get you tomatoes," I declared and immediately hurried to the storage room.

I was being reprimanded and it was all Agenor's fault.

I told him I'd be in trouble but he did as he pleased.

The brute ignored me and went all the way.

Oh my God, I could feel my knees weaken just from remembering it.

'His smirk, his cocky smile, his sexy body, the look he gave me when he was wanted something or when satisfied, the way he teased me, the taste of his lips over mine.'

"Where are the bloody tomatoes. Are you fucking growing them now?"

I apologized, again and tried to focus on my tasks the best I could.

Which was barely enough because Baril was a fountain of ideas when it came to giving me things to do.

I was cutting some vegetables when I heard a scoff.

"Morning, Captain."

I raised my eyes and saw Agenor leaning on the side of the door.

His eyebrow arched and his lips tugged to the side showing the most playful smirk.

My most natural reaction was to smile at him.

His presence had an odd effect at making me feel better and as much as I hated to admit it, safer.

Baril cleared his throat and I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes as I went back to chopping the miserable vegetables.

"You're early, Captain. I guess the heat of the day got to your cabin."

"Aye, it was quite 'heated' alright."

I felt his words and gaze directed at me.

I didn't want Baril to take notice of my blushing cheeks, so I didn't dare look up.

We prepared lunch while Agenor took a chair beside the door of the galley and kept chatting with Baril about all and nothing.

Hearing his voice talking, making jokes and laughing at Baril's stories of the past, it was bliss.

He sounded calm, sleepy even.

No wonder, he usually woke up after everyone else.

Now that I thought about it, he was the laziest pirate on this ship.

That thought made me smile, our eyes met and he smiled back at me.

'Like I said, bliss'.

Sometimes they'd include me in their pleasantries and I gladly joined their conversation.

Baril seemed very relaxed and happy taking the time to talk to his Captain, his sour mood magically disappeared.

Soon others joined us, talking, laughing and telling stories.

The galley and the hall were so noisy and full that I decided to leave the cleaning till after lunch.

I carried the wooden plates to the large room where the crew usually had their meals.

I grabbed the large boiling cauldron when two pirates approached me.

The first one Jay, real name Jerry Mockren, winked at me and I kept an emotionless face despite cringing from the inside.

Then he and Mern, who was known among his fellow pirates as Armpits, rushed to take the cauldron from my hands and bring it to the couple of tables in the middle of the room.

I let them argue over it and carried two apple buckets.

Baril joined me and started serving lunch for the hungry wolves and I took the chance to go back and clean the galley a little.

I was sweeping when Agenor walked in and came behind me.

He leaned over my shoulder and asked discreetly...

"How's your back?"

I tried my best to hide my embarrassment.

"I'm fine, no thanks to you."

He laughed and put his hand on mine and pushed the broom away.

"After all the effort you made to prepare lunch, the least you deserve is to eat it warm."

I turned to glare at him but his genuine concerned smile wiped my every will to complain.

"Come on," he urged gently.

So I rolled my eyes, dropped the broom and followed him.

The day had been pleasant beyond just lunchtime.

Agenor had been sticking by my side all day, which I enjoyed but it was unusual to see him so attentive.

However, having him nearby meant no pirate dared to order me around or hand me their tasks.

Instead, they offered to help with whatever I was doing, seemingly without ulterior motives.

They were most probably trying to impress Agenor.

Therefore, surprisingly, my workload was light that day and I even had a few hours of free time in the afternoon.

I took advantage of the beautiful weather and spent some time in the sun.

Despite Agenor's concerned looks, I climbed up the shrouds to the top of the main mast to join Maren in the crow's nest.

From there, I enjoyed the breathtaking view of the vast, clear skies and the soft breeze that brushed against my skin.

For a moment, I felt completely liberated from the dangers of the world below.

I stopped listening to Maren's endless chatter and just absorbed the peacefulness of the moment.

It was as if I had never been more free.

Agenor's call jolted me out of my daze, urging me to descend from my perch.

Although I obeyed reluctantly, the evening turned out to be quite enjoyable.

As night fell, Agenor settled on the upper step of the stairs that led to the quarterdeck and began to drink.

It was the signal for a party to begin.

Drinking games, singing and clumsy dancing ensued.

Observing the pirates, I realized that they did not seem as menacing around their Captain.

Rather, they were a group of unrefined men, laughing boisterously and disrupting the tranquility of the calm sea.

I sat a couple of steps down, lost in my thoughts, when Agenor shifted his weight and brushed his knee with my arm.

It was quite odd for me that such a minuscule contact, made feel a little flattered by the attention.

Despite being offered drink after drink, I only took a sip of each, wary of making a spectacle of myself.

I did not wish to repeat a drunken episode.

Instead, I handed the unwanted drinks to Ace, who lay at arm's reach above the ship's edge, consuming alcohol with abandon.

His eyes closed and his arm hanging limply, Ace was a man of few words.

Occasionally, he chuckled at a joke but otherwise, he remained silent.

When he wanted another drink, he would extend his arm without opening his eyes or uttering a word and someone would provide him with the liquid he craved.

If I had an excess drink in my hand, I would simply touch the cold cup to his inert hand and he would immediately take it, downing it like water.

[petew21-blog]

Love the criminal body swap, can you do more maybe with a reverse one where a son swapping with a criminal (can be mob boss or gang leader or someone with power) to escape his abusive life and use the criminal connection to destroy or torment his old family? it can be that the family is affiliated the Mob/Gang and you directly swap with the leader?

There was this guy in our town that everybody feared and everybody avoided if they had the chance. Even the police. Yeah, he was the new leader of the mafia after his father left him the bussiness. You might think that mafia isn't a modern problem, but it's just not that heard of by the stereotypically boring people like you and me. And for me, it wasn't a problem at all. It was an opportunity.

I recently found out that you can go through a ritual of body swapping if you consume enough of berries in the forest, eat some ingredients bought online and go directly into the sea, your mind will swap with someone you desire to swap.

Why would I want that? I am not a bad looking guy. I have good grades, possibly a bright future ahead. But there is this problem. And it's my own father. Why I was younger the abuse wasn't physical, only emotional, but as I grew older, the physical violence got unbearable. Even my mom never jnterfered. I hated both of them for this.

So I decided to go with the ritual. I had nothing to loose.

I bathed in the water, hoping for a mirracle. But nothing happened. "Well, that was a waste of money" I emerged from water and went to the shore. As I got out I started to get dizzy. "YESSS. IT'S HAPPENING!"

The first look scared even myself. "That's me now. I am the mafia boss. I am the most respected man in this town." couldn't get over how manly I was. The tatoos. The manly stench from my armpits. The scent of cologne. My new dick was trying to rip out of my clothes, but there was something I needed to do first.

I found a cigar in my pocket, I lit it, grabbed my new sunglasses and went to my mafia family.

"Good afternoon everyone. For now, I don't have any issues to discuss. I only have a new target for you. Find a man called Mark Tremons and maybe introduce yourself. You don't have to be very nice. If he cooperates get him to pay up for his bussiness he owns. If not, threaten him with the tax frauds he committed. And If he stills doesn't listen. Well... you know what to do. But call me before. I want to be there and see him beg for his life."

The mafia family didn't even flinch and went on the their mission. This is amazing. They listen to every word I say

Maybe this is the life I always deserved.

I am definitely going to make the most of it. Time to scare some people and figure out what to do with this hard monster. Oh, I didn't even realise I was hard the entire time I spoke. Everyone could see and I bet none of the ever tries to humiliate me. I have to take care of this dick. I bet it gets so much action all the time. I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Nobody dares to beat me. Life is great

I am home

[k8kaa]

perv!joao but make it into a long blurb instead?

#— J.FELIX : BATH TIME

content : afab sub reader , nsfw , bath sex , sneaking up on you? , teasing , ridding , nicknames , dirty talk , its consensual dw x .

a/n — : i hate blurbs .. gosh i hate writing too much :,( anyways enjoy

a long day of work , working your butt off because you’d refuse to roommate pay the bills alone . even tho he was a mega athlete.. you couldnt just let him .. do it all alone ?! you sniff your armpits and half jump at the smell. ‘gosh i need to shower ..’ you thought . yr home alone .. you made sure your roommate had left since you use his bathroom since your shower doesnt work. you wouldnt want joao entering! you start the bath and remove your clothes . you hop in the nice warm water . just sighing . and daydreaming about your handsome roommate ..

you start cleaning your body .. you smiled as the smell got way better . as you rinse your body , you hear a loud thud . oh thats just the door .. wait joaos home from practice—! shit! what if he .. the door opened.. oh god . “oh..!oh..~?” a small smirk could be seen on that handsome face of his . “god— im sorry! joao i promise i wont shower here anymor—” you were cut off by him shushing you “calm down [name]. i was gonna take a shower too. would you like for me to join you~?” joao said with the sexiest portuguese accent. you nodded. god you were so down bad for him. you nodded and it felt like your dream were finally coming true. he removes his shirt and pants showing how jack he is.. wow. just wow. his body was so dreamy.. so were his eyes . he noticed you were looking and winked !? oh my god. “gracinha .. if you keep looking … i might not be able to control myself.”

now you were crying because how good it feels to be inside him . cock stuffed .. all that could be heard were small sniffs from your mouth . you were on top of him , ridding him . i mean you were a virgin.. and hes really popular with girls .. even in bed ?! “fuck..you take this cock so well. such a good girl .~” joao groaned as his head rolled back. you loved this. pleasure .. your moans were like heaven for joao. you werent like anyone he’d had sex with. “hm~! c—cuming!” you chirped.“cum with me , gracinha ..” he whispered. you both reached your climaxs , it felt like a fever dream .. you hugged him ..joao kissed your forehead. “hey , i never told you but .. ive liked seeing you shower.” joao admitted. “oh you pervert!”

© eichiflower. do not, plagarize, copy, or translate any of my works .

[i-arch-my-backula]

Brahms Heelshire x insecure chubby s/o

So it’s summer and I have to look at my body and I’m not feeling good at all. I do bind but it just pushes the fat around and makes me feel worse about myself. Anyway I thought I would write for Brahms again because I love my British rat man very much. I know I do these a lot but it’s my comfort writing and I get to chose the subject. I imply the reader is male but it can easily be changed 

Warnings: Self deprication, talk of disordered eating, mentions of bullying, just a very self critical reader in general 

God why does it have to look like this. You just want to be cool in this summer heat and you have to look like this in a tank top and shorts. God your stomach just bulging out like this, that bit of fat around your armpits is so big. Have you seen your big thighs and stretch marks? God you look so gross. You tug down your shirt. You regret eating this week. You should go back to counting calories like you used to. God you ate 800 calories a day before and you felt so much better, like you were doing something. 

Your eyes move to your face. God your cheeks are so fat. You almost don’t even have a jawline too. It gets worse when you turn your face. You just want to look like all those other pretty boys you see everywhere. Why can’t you look like them. Why did you have to get stuck in this damn body. This has been going on for years. Since 6th grade really.

God those memories of those kids snorting at you at school. Saying they don’t date pigs. Saying you should go back to the farm. God you want them to shut up. Their voices ringing in your mind over and over again. You sigh and grab your hoodie. You turn away from the mirror and sit on your bed. 

Brahms was watching from the walls like he usually does. He knows about insecurities. He doesn’t understand why you don’t like the way you look. Big bodies are lovely to him. They feel so welcoming and strong. He walks into the hallway and into your room. “Your body is lovely Y/N. I really like it.” Those words of your classmates are still repeating in your mind. He frowns when you don’t respond. “Y/N curves are so lovely. I hate the sharp angles and the harsh lines of life. It’s so nice to see something like you.” He sits next to you and hugs you from the side. 

“Brahms I’m fat. People don’t want fat people. I have to settle for whoever I get because I’ve always been told ‘ugly people don’t get to have standards’. I’m glad I have you. But I guess I was your only choice.” You lean into him as you start to cry. 

“Artists love to draw curves. Being curvy and big was seen as a status symbol for a long time. People desired it. I desire it. You’re so comforting and soft. I can melt into you and just relax. I don’t want a boney person jabbing me while we cuddle. I need those sweet rolls to rest on. I know I’m a strong boy but I’m glad that I know that you can handle my rougher grabs. I love kissing you too. Have I not been doing it enough?” He wraps his arms around you and holds you close and tight to him. 

“Brahms my body is big and gross and I don’t like it. I want to be so pretty like all the other boys. I wanna be pretty like you.” 

“If I’m pretty you’re pretty. I love the way you look Y/N. I want you to understand that. You’re so perfect to me.” You snuggle closer to him and sniffle. 

“You promise?” 

“I do. I do.” 

[xer9es]

A bad day turned good~

Ler!Kazuki, Lee!Keita / Gakuen Heaven

A/N: I'm on ep4 on Gakuen Heaven and couldn't stop myself from writing something for these two. btw, I don't proofread or anything like that so excuse any errors! Enjoy :]

~

"Ugh... Kazuki?"

Keita closed his dorm room's door and sluggishly kicked off his shoes. He shuffled his feet to his bed, where Kazuki was laying.

"Ah, you're back!" Kazuki had a surprised look on his face, as if Keita had gotten home early. Actually, he was quite late. He'd forgotten a few of his things back in his last class of the day and had to go back for them, just after reaching his dorm. Not to mention, he tripped on the way back!

Today wasn't his day and Kazuki noticed. "Did something happen? Why are you so... gloomy?" He tried to find the right word.

Keita, standing in front of his bed, gestured for Kazuki to put out his arms.

The tired boy crawled into his arms, laying his chin on his shoulder. Kazuki chuckled and lowly spoke, "Tired, eh? Need a nap?" And began to rub his back.

"Mmh mmh." Keita grumbled into the crack of Kazuki's neck. "I feel horrible... not even a nap will help."

"Are you sure? You seem quite comfortable~"

Kazuki ran his fingers through Keita's amber-colored hair, gently massaging his head. This made him seemingly melt into Kazuki's body.

"Do you need some cheering up? I hate seeing you so grumpy."

Keita nodded, still hiding his face in the crevice of Kazuki's neck.

"Ohoho... I've got the perfect idea." Kazuki slyly whispered.

Keita yelped, feeling a finger poke his side. He yelped once more, feeling a different finger poke the other side. This made him venture outside of Kazuki's neck, confused.

"What? Is something the matter?"

"Yehes... what're you doing- ah- heh, quit it!" Keita giggled, as a few fingers wiggled against his body, more specifically his rib cage. Kazuki slowly drove his fingers upward and downward, inching to his waist, then back to his ribs.

Keita bit his lip and mumbled, "Ka-kahazukiii!~ I said stop it- uhuhah!" He gripped Kazuki's shoulders and squeezed them, trying to hold onto him for dear life.

His body was wriggling around on top of Kazuki's, trying to evade his sneaky fingers.

"Hm? What's that? I should keep going..?~" Kazuki teased. He rolled over, pinning Keita's wrists above his head with one hand. He utilized the other hand strategically, pinching at his waist.

"Ehh- eheh, Kazuki! Thihis tickles~" He whined.

"Oh, I know it does. You looove it, hm?" Kazuki lowered his face to Keita's tummy, also releasing his wrist. He unbuttoned the boy's white shirt and helped him to remove his uniform's coat. Keita was oddly compliant with the undressing of himself...

"Here we go! This bare skin will surely be ticklish enough to make you feel better."

"Kazuki, I already feel better. Thanks to yo- youhuhoho!"

Keita flailed his arms around at the feeling of Kazuki blowing massive raspberries all across his belly. Kazuki's lip devilishly blew right underneath his belly button, then beside it, and finally above it. He even blew a tiny raspberry on his navel, making Keita squirm in embarrassment.

"Where to go next... where to go... Ah! How about here? I've heard from Shunsuke that these armpits are quite the ticklish pair?~ Is it true?"

"No... th- they're not! Shunsuke is a liar."

"Really? But, he told me that he tickled you right here," Kazuki buried a finger beneath Keita's underarm. "And that you squealed like a baby." He continued to bury more fingers underneath each arm, until both armpits had five fingers beneath them - not yet touching the skin.

Keita was sweating at this point. He'd kept his arms up a little bit, not realizing that Kazuki would go for the armpits. He didn't shut them either, since he knew he'd just be overpowered into raising them. To be honest with himself, Keita didn't mind the tickly feelings he was receiving... It was quite nice. Especially coming from Kazuki.

"As I said, Shunsuke is a liar!"

Kazuki paused for a moment. He then spoke, "Well... I'll have to handle him after I make you 'squeal like a baby', won't I? I don't like liars, after all."

He skittered his fingertips inside the hollows of Keita's armpits, making him thrash around beneath Kazuki, laughing like he'd never laughed before.

"Ah, I see. You were the liar here, is that so?"

Kazuki took one of Keita's wrists and held it above his head, so he had full access to that one armpit. He dragged a finger from his elbow, to right above his underarm. Kazuki kept doing this until Keita couldn't take any more, bursting into cute giggles.

"Neheh- I'm not thehe liar- aha! Puhulease, Kazuki-"

"Nuh uh uh, be quiet! I told you that I don't like liars. And it seems our dear friend Shunsuke was right - here you are, squealing like a baby~ A rather pathetic one, at that."

Kazuki brought the fingers down to the center of Keita's armpit and added four more, just so he could see his expression. It was pure fear and nervousness.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~" He whispered, drilling all five fingers into the pit of his arm. It drove the boy mad - he was out of his mind with laughter and snorts, God! He was losing his breath with all of the laughter leaving his mouth.

Kazuki's sadistic fingers clawed the armpit, quickening the pace, driving Keita nuts. He even began to shout, "Help! It tickles!"

"Puh- PLEahase! Eheha- I wohon't lie aga-AIN!"

Kazuki stopped for a moment, to hear what Keita had to say.

"If you let me go, I'll... I'll... Um..."

"You'll?" He placed his fingers back onto Keita's exposed pit.

"I'll do anything!"

"ANY-thing?" Kazuki muttered. "That seems quite appealing, I will not lie..." He let go of Keita's wrist and plopped himself beside the boy.

"Will you cuddle with me? Just for a while?"

Keita grinned. "Yes. I will cuddle with you- just for a while. No more tickling though!"

Kazuki rolled his eyes, reaching out to hold Keita in his arms. When he had him in his grasp, a thought popped into his head.

"In this position, I could tickle him all I wanted..."

But, Kazuki decided to give the boy a break. It turned night and Keita still hadn't gotten out of Kazuki's grasp. Kazuki happened to awaken and grabbed a blanket, covering the two up, then placing a quick kiss on Keita's cheek and saying "Goodnight~".

[witchthewriter]

Hi! How are you? I was wondering if I could have a level 6 ship with ACOTAR, Twilight and House of the Dragon if that’s not too much trouble?

So about me :

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: I think I’m straight…

Height: 170cm/5’7 ft

Body Type: Inverted triangle

Skin tone: Olive skin

Hair: Armpit length, dark brown and wavy

Eyes: Almond shaped, dark brown

Style: Casual chic

Zodiac signs: Taurus Sun, Virgo Rising, Cancer moon and Aries Venus

Mbti: INFJ

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite food: Ice Cream

Things I love: reading, drawing, writing, cooking, walking, daydreaming, sleeping, rainy days, cookies, gardening, listening to music, animals, cherries, watching Youtube and surfing on Tumblr.

Love Language: Acts of Service and Physical Touch

Personality : I'm an introvert, but I can act as an extrovert. I'm really sarcastic, I hate confrontations, from the bottom of my heart, and most of the time I'm more of a diplomatic person. I’d describe myself as stubborn, intelligent, argumentative, hard-working, patient, emotional, creative, empathic, bossy, helpful, kinda bitchy when I’m angry and sensitive. 

I'm a really loyal friend and the mom of the group. I have all kinds of things in my bag: tissues, lip balm, pens, emergency numbers, etc. I'm the eldest, and I love my siblings, even though they drive me crazy most of the time. I love learning new things, reading new things.

My favorite colors are blue and purple, my favorite flower are cherry blossom and lotus and my birthstone is an emerald.

And I think that's it ^^. Thank you so much and have a nice day :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛    𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑧𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙! You would show him the softness that he needs. He’s been through a lot, especially in his childhood, and isn’t a very open person. His quiet personality would work so well with you, because although you aren’t the most loud person, you can hold a conversation. And you would keep him comfortable in both social and intimate settings. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Doesn’t want you to feel like you have to be with him. So committment was very difficult for Az. But once you prove to him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, he’d tie himself to you in every way possible

・Doesn’t like going out all that much, prefers to stay home and spend time with you. Loves laying on the lounge with you on top of him, reading while the fire is crackling. 

・Towers over you - and makes you feel like a Hobbit at times, especially when you haven’t got heels on. 

・Calls you ‘sweetheart,’ ‘darling,’ ‘my heart.’But only when you’re alone.

・Being protected even when he isn’t there. Either there’s someone shadowing you so that no one will step out of line and hurt you, or socially everyone knows you’re Azriel’s, so no one starts anything with you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Young and Beautiful by Joel Sunny

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Similar Personalities ↬ Morally Grey (Az) x Always Tries To Do The Right Thing (You) ↬ Would Die For Each Other

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Soulmates

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: He loves that you’re the mum friend. You’d become a member of the Inner Circle, and basically become everyones mum. High Lord Rhysand hasn’t eaten? EAT RIGHT NOW. I’LL MAKE YOU A SANDWHICH. Amren, the most fearsome person you’ve ever met? If you don’t drink that glass of water, you aren’t getting dessert! 

  He just loves how you aren’t afraid to fluff over people. And you know what? The whole Circle absolutely fcken loves it. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would be Feyre! I think she would love how much you care for others. The fact that you labelled yourself the mum of the group; she'd absolutely adore you.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: From Nesta's book 'A Court of Silver Flames', I think you're most like Gwyneth Berdara! Not sure if you've read the book, so I'll do my best not to spoil it. But she's a very gentle-natured diplomatic young woman. She's so gentle and caring and would do absolutely anything for her friends. Like Elain ... but more badass....

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

It was by accident. Complete and total accident. You didn’t even know magical creatures could become domesticated! Let alone ... well, see for yourself:

The poor thing had a broken wing and you took pity on it. For weeks you had been visiting the creature, until Azriel followed you one morning and scared the living day lights out of you. 

   “I thought you had been seeing someone else-” He said with a sigh of relief.

”Ugh, nope. Just...” and then you stepped aside and showed Az the creature. 

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛! He would be the best match because you need someone who is emotionally mature and aware. You would get fed up with someone who is absentminded. Edward would remember everything about you. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Always stands up for you, and if you’re ever in a bad situation, he’s always the first person who will help you

・Likes when you hum, or turn the music up and dance. Your happiness is his happiness

・He would be so awkward around your family for a while. Especially if you had siblings. He would want to get as far away from you as possible - he doesn’t want to take you away from your family. But you want him in your life. And he’s just going to have to deal with that!

・His love language is quality time and acts of service. You always have a clean car, perfect tyres and the best stereo. He wants to give you the best of everything actually.

・His nicknames for you are variations of your name. But the way he says it is always different from anyone else who does. It’s like he says your name with so much love that you always melt.  𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Into My Arms by Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Edward) x Soft on the Outside x Soft on the Inside (You) ↬ Mum Energy (You) x Dad Energy (Edward) ↬ Forbidden Love 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Beauty and the Beast

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Edward loves that he doesn’t have to change himself for you. That you don’t want anything but him. Sometimes he can think he isn’t enough, but you remind him that he’s perfect the way he is. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Alice Cullen. I think you two would have a lot of fun together. She would take you to the best shops and want to pick out new clothes for you. You love hearing about the visions she’s having. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mixture of Angela and Esme. You’re very kind-hearted and intelligent. You’d never leave anyone out, and people love being around you because of how attentive you are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

Given to you when you were younger by your parents, this little kitty has been by your side for everything. Named after Betty Boop, she wasn’t so sure about Edward for a while. 

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛! He would absolutely love that you have such a big heart. He would find how much you care quite odd. And the fact that you show your love so openly - it astounds him. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Feels the most safe, and welcomed is when he’s with you. He honestly doesn’t feel comfortable unless you’re around

・Whenever you’re upset, he will get ready to literally kill that person. You’ve had to calm him down on multiple occassions because he was actually going to.

・His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. The latter is how he likes to receive love. 

・Will always bring you back gifts whenever he’s off travelling. Not that he travels often, but when it calls for it, he will bring you something special. 

・Likes when you braid his hair. He’ll wear it to bed and wake up with wavy hair. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ “I love you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Aemond) ↬ Chaotic Dumbass (Aemind) x That’s My Chaotic Dumbass And I Love Him (You) ↬  𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Only One Bed

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your loyalty. That you always have something in your satchel that will help any situation. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would definitely be Rhaenyra! She would take you out of your comfort zone, and give you the confidence that you sometimes lack. I think you’d also be like a big sister-mother figure, with your caring ways and gentle aura. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mix of Rhaenys II and Heleana. Both dreamy but alert and responsible.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕: You would be the rider of Dreamfyre, the she-dragon who had hatched during the reign of Aegon I, the Conquorer. She’s smaller than Caraxes but larger than Syrax. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ice lolly, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: You (accidentally?) deep throat a popsicle in front of Min Yoongi. It's not what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but you have a good reason! You just want to give your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, a mind-blowing blowjob and you read some stuff online and, uh... okay, that still doesn't sound like a good reason, but I swear it is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; featuring seagull-BTS LOL; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral); ft Min Yoongi witnessing your, um, attempt XD; my tongue technology strikes again, maybe you'll learn something?

this is inspired by your hapless adventures, cat whiskers. you told me not to do it, but I'm a brat and I did it anyway LMAO get rekt

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So.

You read this thing online.

What if you just...

"What are you doing?"

You started with a shriek, jamming the entire ice lolly right into the back of your throat, instantly choking and yanking it out of your mouth, only for it to be flung off the wooden stick and fly across the sidewalk, leaving a long, ice-blue streak of melting sugar syrup ending with a demolished hunk of discarded popsicle.

A seagull immediately appeared to peck at it.

You gawked, still clutching the wooden stick, Min Yoongi standing beside the bench you were sitting on.

"Why did you try to deep throat your popsicle?"

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

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"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

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