#get ur hands out ur belt dude

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Shamefully more among us doodles, ft. "Him/ramhorns" from @floororangejuice (srry for already showing u the art😭)

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elliott that sings his heart out while drunk asf x gn/m farmer? You know the drill :3

also saying that again, ur writing makes me giggle n kick my feet have a great day dude

a/n: i went all out if you couldn’t tell, only the best for the queen of elliott art herself!!! also attaching the drunk singing elliott art she posted for visualization reasons lol. this was a literal blast to write, i had to rewind somethin’ stupid like a hundred times to get the flow right. also follow @fuerrziah cuz her art is the best and she is da best <3 

word count: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol, drunk antics, suggestive ending

summary: you knew elliott got a bit silly and unfiltered when drunk, but you didn’t realize that the man could belt it like the best of them until you witness him sing frank sinatra's somethin’ stupid.

★ sinatra - elliott x farmer ★

The Stardrop Saloon was the heart of Pelican Town, a bar and restaurant full of laughter and chatter every night, as Gus brewed pretty cocktails and Emily bounced from room to room taking and delivering orders. To some, it was a place to unwind after a hard day or to spend time with friends while to others, it was a second home. 

Often, you frequented the saloon to treat yourself to a meal and a drink, and tonight was no different. You were too exhausted from harvesting melons, chasing after chickens, and so on to bother microwaving something, much less cooking an actual meal. With a heavy sigh, you plopped down at your usual spot and waved Emily over with a tired smile, “Hey Em.”

“(Y/N)!” the waitress greeted you with her usual sunshine demeanor, “Good to see you tonight!” she clicked her glitter pen and hovered it over her notebook, “The usual tonight?”

“You know me well,” you chuckled softly. Emily scribbled down a few lines and stated, “Should be ready in fifteen. Can I get you a drink beforehand?”

“Water with lemon,” you answered, your mouth drier than the Calico Desert from the summer heat. Emily nodded and went behind the bar, pouring you a tall glass of ice water with a lemon garnish. She returned to your table and set the drink down on the wooden coaster, “Drink up and have a good night.”

“You as well, Em,” you hummed, watching the blue haired woman disappear into the crowd of bar patrons. The walls of the saloon vibrated from the amount of noise produced in such a small space. You weren’t surprised at the amount of people present at the Stardrop Saloon; after all, it was Friday, the busiest night. At least, Emily and Gus will get some good tips. You down your water without care, as some of the liquid spilled from your lips and down your chin onto your overalls.

“Parched?” a deep but honey-like voice hummed. You looked up and locked eyes with your closest friend, Elliott, hovering next to you. Ink stained his strong calloused hands, presumably a remnant of a hours-long writing session. 

“Absolutely,” you exhaled, “It’s hotter than Hades’ taint.”

Elliott snorted, emerald eyes crinkling up while he smiled down upon you, “I can agree with you on that, my friend. I fear that if it gets any degree warmer, I must forgo my long sleeves.”

You side-eyed Eliott’s sleeved arms, as he borrowed the seat across from you, seeing the outline of toned muscle. You could take your suspenders off, too. you thought to yourself, waving a passing Emily over and requesting another water with lemon, For a beachfront Hemingway, you sure have the physique of a Greek God.

“How did your day on the farm go?” the writer asked, resting his elbows on the table. You plucked your glass off the table and pressed it against your forehead, “I shoulda taken today off, but the mayor just had to request two dozen melons for his outing with the governor,” you grumbled, annoyed at Mayor Lewis but more so at the sweltering heat that suddenly enveloped the room. 

“Rest days are always good,” the redhead let out a low hum of agreement, “Perhaps, you can do so tomorrow?”

“I doubt it. Shane ordered three dozen hot peppers,” you sent daggers to the man in question from across the room, as Shane drank his beer by Gus’s prized wooden bear statue. Elliott’s lips formed a frown, “The life of a farmer, one of never ending labor,” he laughed. 

Emily approached your table and set down another glass of water with lemon for you, “Here’s your usual,” she added before placing a plate of spaghetti by your water, “Want some parmesan?”

“What is this, the Gotoro Empire? Of course, I want some,” you jested. Emily giggled and handed you the shaker of parmesan, “Just let me know if you need more,” she then directed her attention to Elliott, “Hi Elliott! You looking for your usual tonight, too?”

“Yes, please, my dear,” he answered, adjusting his suspenders, “And a pale ale for my friend, as well.”

“Coming right!” the waitress skipped off to the back of the bar. You raised an eyebrow at Elliott while you drowned your spaghetti in heaps and heaps of parmesan, “What’s the occasion?”

“Can I not treat one of my closest friends to a nice drink after a hard day’s work?” the writer clutched his heart, “You wound me, (Y/N).”

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you rolled your eyes with a playful twinkle in your eyes, “You know I don’t object to anything free, especially a free drink.”

Emily returned with Elliott’s usual, a pint of beer and a crab cake, as well as a pale ale for you, “Enjoy your meals!” she gave the two of you a thumbs up, “Wave me down if you need anything.”

You touched your lips to the cool glass and drank, the hot and ice sensation of alcohol coating your throat, “Shit,” you exhaled, “I needed that, thanks.”

“Of course,” your friend offered you a smile, that stupid smile you often saw on the cover of a romance novel, “How about a toast?” he held his beer up, “To friendship and a hard day’s work?”

“I’ll cheers to that,” you chuckled and clinked glasses together. As the night went on, one glass turned into two, then three, and so on. You tapped out after two glasses, as for Elliott, the Scot in him already finished four glasses of beer. His cheeks were flushed like the color of his hair, his eyes fluttering while he held back a hiccup, “Oh Yoba…” your friend tucked some loose hair behind his pierced ear, “I think… I think I went overboard.”

“You think?” you questioned. Emily returned with Elliott’s fifth glass of the night and you mouthed to her, “Cut him off for tonight,” to which she nodded in agreement. 

“You usually max out at three, is something on your mind?” your ears rang and your head throbbed from the noise of overlapping conversations around the saloon. Elliott finished his fourth glass of beer, a bit of foam smeared on the right corner of his lips, “Oh, (Y/N), I won’t bore you-” he hiccuped, “-with my woes. I’m simply a tortured artist destined to be consumed by my work.”

You grabbed a napkin and leaned down towards Elliott, “Hold still,” you whispered, as you dabbed away the foam from his lips. His face turned to a darker shade of red, “You’re so close,” he whispered back, eyes hazy. You pulled away and set the used napkin aside, “Sorry, you had foam on your face,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.

Behind you, Pam dragged herself towards the jukebox and slammed a quarter in its slot, grumbling to herself about hating the cheerful swing of the current song, “Shit,” you heard her curse, “Wrong button,” the atmosphere of the saloon abruptly switched from chaotic to sombre, as a light guitar riff filled the air. 

“Oh!” Elliott leapt to his feet, “I know,” he covered his mouth to hiccup, “I know this song!” he then approached the jukebox and leaned on it for support, swaying his index finger from side to side to the rhythm of the music. You smiled to yourself and sipped your water, only to choke on it like a Yoba damn fool the moment Elliott began to sing.

“I know I stand in line… Until you think you have the time… To spend an evening with me,” his voice was a neat match to the original singer, a light baritone, “And if we go someplace to dance… I know that there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me…” 

Elliott unbuttoned a few notches on his sea blue dress shirt, exposing his defined collarbone and a bit of wispy chest hair, “Then afterwards we drop into a quiet place and have a drink or two…” he glazed over your face and body with a drunken smile, “And then I go and spoil it by saying somethin' stupid like I love you…” Elliott untied his ponytail, luscious locks free from their confinement and resting against his shoulders.

Your pupils dilated; no longer was the saloon filled with static chatter and the slamming of glasses, but instead everyone ogled silently at Elliott, his vocals amplified. He pushed himself off the jukebox and stumbled a bit, taking your hands in his, “I see it in your eyes, that you still despise the same old lies you heard the night before…” he touched one of his hands to your cheek and cupped it, “And though it’s just a line to you; for me, it’s true and never so right before…”

“Elliott?” your voice croaked, your blood rushing to your extremities and your heartbeat overwhelmingly rapid. He gave you a lopsided smile and continued to sing, “I practice every day to find some clever lines, to make the meaning come true…” 

No, no. He’s just singing the song. This doesn’t mean anything, you tried to reason with yourself, but it fell short, as Elliott serenaded the next few lyrics, “But then I think I’ll wait until evening gets late and I’m alone with you… The time is right, your perfume fills my head-” he leaned closer to you and inhaled your musk, “-The stars get red and, oh, the night’s so blue… And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like-” you could feel Elliott’s breath against the side of your neck, as he sang in your ear, “I love you…” 

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. The alcohol in your system, the summer heat, Elliott’s closeness, made your mind go foggy; you were hanging onto every single word that spilled from the redhead’s pretty little lips. Elliott passionately belted out the instrumental pause, trying his best not to laugh, earning a laugh from you, nonetheless. 

He stood back up and pulled you off your feet with him, repeating the chorus, “The time is right, your perfume fills my head,” he twirled you around, “The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue… And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you…” even when intoxicated, Elliott was a true Casanova, holding onto you and swaying you side to side to the music.

“I love you…” 

You met his eyes, oh how they shined like gemstones.

“I love you…”

Your knees turned to jelly, you clung to your friend for dear life.

“I love you…”

Your surroundings vanished; no more saloon, no more patrons, just you and Elliott.

“I love you…”

You leaned closer, your chest against his.

“I love you…”

You pressed your lips against Elliott’s, savoring the aftertaste of beer and crab cakes, as the jukebox switched to the next song and the world around you returned to its original state. Elliott kissed you back, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in control but Yoba, did he taste divine. Oh, to have the confidence of a drunken fool at all hours of the day, you grabbed at his hair and tugged on the strands, Elliott moaning against your wet lips. 

“Hey, you two!” Pam’s voice snapped you back into reality and broke the kiss, “Get a room!” Her words garnered a few similar statements from other bar patrons.

Through glossy eyes and clouded minds, you leaned your body against Elliott’s and asked, “Well… should we?” to which he pecked you on the lips, “That’s a splendid idea,” you tossed your own wallet on the table to pay for the two of you’s meals and interlocked arms with one another, supporting one another’s uncoordinated bodies. To the door and out you went, as you and Elliott roamed the streets of Pelican Town towards his cabin, exchanging laughs and kisses. 

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bonus:

Back in the Stardrop Saloon, Pam plopped her ass back in her seat, relieved that the farmer and Elliott were finally gone. She gestured to Gus for another beer and commented aloud, “About time those two lovebirds figured it out.”

“Indeed,” answered Gus, as he dropped Pam a foamy beer, “They make a cute couple.”

“Oh, dear!” Emily walked up to Gus with the farmer’s wallet in hand, “They left their wallet here, should I run after them?”

Gus chuckled to himself and shook his head, “Put it in lost and found, I don’t think we should disturb those two tonight. 

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SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

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sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

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idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[toxycodone]

puppy/pet laios x owner reader hcs/quick thoughts!!! I need to take care of him and be his owner so fucking bad dude. stay strong king enjoy ur nap 👑💤

- 🐺🪚

puppy!Laios x owner!Reader

cw. petplay, dom/sub themes

sfw + nsfw

sfw

The goodest boy. Literally the best boy. Laios tries his goddamn hardest to please you it’s insane.

He listens so well. He just wants your love and praise and attention…he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. His eyes are full of adoration while he shifts his hips to wag the fluffy tail hanging on his belt…gah

He loves when you give him head pats. Just call him a good boy and tell him he’s your sweet little puppy and he’s just. Immediately melting in your arms.

Wears a collar with a lock that only you have the key to….when you’re like trying to be lowkey in public he instead wears a stainless steel chain that has a lock on it (it just looks like a regular necklace, no involving strangers in kinks lol). But the key to that necklace is on your car keys/lanyard/etc

When you get home and unlock it and put his collar on instead he’s so excited. Legit rushing to put on his ears and tail.

Laios totally has an oral fixation so he likes to lick your hand on suck on your fingers. He’ll playfully nip them too while you’re watching TV or gaming or something. He’s a little mischievous hehe

He definitely has chew toys. They are worn from use.

He likes it when you pull him by his collar and call him doggy

nsfw

He’s bitey. He can’t help it, when he gets in the zone he always wants to gnaw on you or himself when he’s really going thru it

HE DESERVES A MUZZLE. Muzzle him and make him a panting whining mess. His oral fixation drives him nuts because all he wants to do is get out of it and lick you on nip you or something

He 100% gets off by humping your leg one day. Needy puppy boy Laios humping your boot while whining and begging for you to fuck him…yeah

Speaking of collars and leashes earlier��keep one on him during sex. When he cums too fast but you’re still wanting to go you just yank him by the leash/collar and keep driving him into you while he moans and cries about it being too much

But you tell him to shut up because puppies don’t speak so he just whines and whimpers until you’re done using him 💞

Laios 100% hordes your clothes. He loves things that smell like you. Used shirts, dirty underwear... those are his favorites. You'll come home to him rutting against one of the pillows while whimpering and moaning your name.

Barks for you. With no issue. You tell him to and he does it. I'm pretty sure he whines and whimpers when he gets excited too or when he thinks you look sexy.

Honestly just looking at him a certain way makes Laios hard. He's totally whipped by his owner.

Crate train him. He will seriously go that far and wait patiently until you decide to grace him with your attention again. Doesn't mean he won't jerk himself off in there while thinking of you, though...<3

[ameliora-j]

Stepbrother!Eddie x stepbrothers!friend Steve? Maybe reader and Eddie have been together before and Eddie invites Steve to join?

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: stepcest, stepbrother!eddie, brothers bestfriend!steve, unprotected piv, spit roasting, slut!reader (idk how else to put it LMAO), pussy eating, hair pulling, degradation, anal play, impact play, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you jump as your door slams open, causing your eyeliner to slide across your face. “eddie you ass! you ruined my makeup!” you yell, throwing a stuffed animal at him. he smirks, catching the makeshift weapon with ease as he shakes his head.

you groan, standing up and beginning to try and shove him out of the room. “get out! why are you in here?! mom!” you yell in annoyance, slapping at his chest.

“cool out dude, our parents aren’t home” he laughs as his hands are up, defending himself from your slaps. “besides, i was coming to ruin your makeup anyway, pretty girl” he pouts mockingly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “so cute all feisty” he chuckles, kissing your nose softly.

“awh… you think i’m gonna let you get your dick wet after you annoyed me” you give him a mocking pout back. “that’s cute” you giggle softly, easily slipping out of his arms and walking back over to the vanity to clean off your makeup.

he waits a bit, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a smirk of amusement. he hums, walking over and kneeling behind you as you’re bent over in the mirror. “what are you doing?” you ask, furrowing your brows. you shriek as eddie pulls off your robe, leaving you practically bare.

to say you weren’t expecting this would be a lie. you wore a black lacy set that had crotchless panties—leaving nothing to the imagination even with all the straps and garters. “you naughty slut” eddie tuts, slapping your ass. he hums softly, twirling the little bunny plug you had nestled in your little hole. “you wanted this” he chuckles, licking a bold stripe over your wettening cunt.

“i think the sweetest thing about you,” he hums as he pushes you to be bent over the dresser. “‘s no matter how many times i use your holes…” he hums, licking from your clit to your pulsing hole, moaning at the taste. “you still think i need permission to take what i want” he growls, diving into your cunt.

you gasp, moaning loudly as you grip the edge of the dresser. “eddie!” you whine. “fuck eddie please!” you moan loudly.

eddie is everywhere and nowhere all at once. his mouth envelopes your cunt, his tongue twirling around your clit before teasing at your hole, then going back again. you’re practically crying with pleasure as you grind back against his face, your eyes rolling and your jaw dropped as continuous moans spill past your lips.

his tongue pushes into your weeping hole and you let out a loud whine, reaching back and pushing his face closer. he groans, slapping your ass cheeks a few times as he assaulted your cunt with his mouth.

“‘m… eds i’m gonna cum. i needa cum” you beg, whimpering pathetically as he pulls back. “edsss” you whine, turning and frowning at him.

“i want to feel you cum on my cock, baby” he hums, slapping your ass a few times. “go lay on the bed for me,” he commands lowly. you hurry to do so, climbing on your bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees. you arch your back, presenting your ass for eddie as you wiggle a bit.

eddie palms his cock through his pants as he eyes you, groaning softly as he takes his lip between his teeth. “missed that pussy, baby” he murmurs as he walks over to you.

you hear him undoing his belt behind you, and that’s all the warning that you receive before he’s forcing his cock into you in one go. “eddie!” you practically scream, clenching tightly around him as you reach back and try to push his hips away. “please…” you whimper.

eddie growls, slapping your ass roughly. “hands off” he demands, pushing your hand away. “behind your back. hold your forearms” he grunts. you whimper softly, pouting as you follow the order, holding your forearms behind your back as eddie begins to pound your cunt mercilessly.

with your parents gone, you’re free to let loose all the moans you want to, practically screaming out eddie’s name as tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks. he forewent a condom, causing you to feel every dip and ridge of his cock. the ruddy, leaking head presses against your gspot over and over, and eddie assures you can do nothing but lay there and take it.

you’re so deeply lost in the pleasure of being pounded by your stepbrothers cock that you fail to hear the door open, nor do you hear steve harrington calling out eddie’s name. your eyes are rolled back as loud moans tumble past your lips with each drag of eddie’s cock against your sensitive pussy. the man behind you slapping at your ass and spewing swears and profanities, pussy drunk with the feeling of finally being able to take you however he wanted with your parents gone.

when you open your eyes, you see the man leaning against your doorframe and whine softly. you clench tighter around eddie at the knowledge of being watched, your hips twitching as your cunt becomes impossibly wetter. “you hear that, harrington?” eddie chuckles, pausing his thrusting. he pulls back then pushed back in slowly, still pounding against your gspot causing you to whine. “she likes that you’re here” he taunts.

before either men can say more, you whine, looking up at steve with wide eyes. “please stevie… lemme suck your cock” you pout, moaning again as eddie picks his pace up once more.

“see that? a perfect slut she is” eddie taunts to steve, speaking as if you’re not in the room. “she’d do anything to have a cock in her” he chuckles, twirling the plug in your asshole before slowly pulling the toy out. “she loves being full” he whispers, beginning to thrust the toy in your tiny hole.

you gasp, your eyes rolling in pleasure as you push back against him. “please…” you beg desperately.

“i can’t deny a pretty beggar like that” steve taunts, pulling his hardening cock free from its constraints. he spits on his hand, stroking it as he walked over to you. your mouth was open and waiting, tongue out and awaiting the treat of his cock.

unlike eddie, steve gives warning. he grips your hair gently in one hand, pushing it back as he uses the other to rub the head of his cock over your tongue. he lets out a low moan, pushing his cock into your mouth and forcing you to meet him halfway until he’s pressed deep into your throat. you let out a harsh gag, pulling your head back.

eddie growls, gripping your hair and dragging you up until your back was against his chest. “don’t you fucking embarrass me bitch” he grunts, slapping your tits roughly, assuring that his cold rungs come in contact with your hardened nipples.

“sorry ‘m sorry!” you shriek, sobbing and flinching at the hits.

“take his cock the proper way, bitch. the way that i know you fucking can” he orders. you nod rapidly and eddie shoves you forward again. steve laughs mockingly at you, giving you no warning this time before beginning to fuck your face harshly.

the two men push and pull you on and off of each other’s cocks, making it abundantly clear that this was in no way about your pleasure, but instead their own. eddie holds your hips, beginning to fuck you harder as his hips stutter a few times.

“you better not cum until you milk us both whore” eddie reminds, slapping your ass. you whine, nodding as best you can around steve’s thick cock as he forces you to deepthroat him. your nose presses against his pelvis, making you swallow a few times to force down your gags.

steve groans as he thrusts into your mouth harder, forcing his cock into your throat repeatedly, uncaring of your comfort or pleasure. “shit… oh fuck i’m gonna cum bitch. gonna fill this slut pussy with my babies” eddie groaned, his head falling back a bit.

at the same time, you feel steve’s cock twitching in your throat, and your legs begin to shake harshly. “come on whore… cum with us i know you want to” steve mocks.

steve and eddie both force you down on their cocks, filling you to the brim with their cum as you cream all over eddie’s cock, whining repeatedly around steve. you whimper softly, swallowing all his cum as he slowly pulls out, whining as you lose the contact of both him and eddie.

it’s not long before you’re feeling pleasure once more, eddie leaning down and cleaning his cum from your cunt. he wraps his mouth around your pussy, licking and sucking, slurping at his and your mess combined. steve groaned, chuckling a bit as he watched. “you two are fucking sick” he chuckled, causing you to giggle dazedly.

[gor3-hound]

Hi pookie bear… its ur favorite anon again..

Hear me out, Step brother! Leon whos dear innocent little step sister gets stuck somewhere (interesting position..) and leon cant help himself when he sees her predicament so he takes advantage of the situation and the fact that she asked him to help her get unstuck. (maybe a threat of leaving her stuck at some point, its up 2 u bbg)

ily snoogle 😍🫶

hello to... my favourite anon omg. if you say so it must be true :3

i'm hearing you out!! idk why but silly porn tropes make me giggle sometimes... listen don't analyse the logistics of acc being able to get stuck like this. i see how much space there is under the dumb beds girlies get stuck under in porn we all know it doesn't make sense

ILY EVEN MORE POOKIE... here's a drabble for you :3

nsfw below the cut - tw: stepcest, brief dub-con, leon is a little mean :((

"What the-" Leon's footsteps falter as he walks past you, stopping to take in the predicament you've gotten yourself into. He snorts out a laugh as he sees you, and you can practically sense that dumb smirk plastered on his face despite not being able to see him.

Having an ottoman bed was usually great. Your room was the smallest(Leon had promised to make your life a living hell if you took the bigger one) so having the extra space was nice. You just had to lift the slats and mattress up and boom! Free storage unit.

Of course, you're not that lucky, so the stupid thing failed on you and snapped shut with you still leaning over to look for stuff, trapping you inside. Your whole upper body was incased, and the angle was so awkward you couldn't get any leverage to push the damn thing open again.

"Leon!" You breathe out, feeling relief that someone had found you. You thought you'd be stuck under here forever. "Jesus, thank fuck. Can you help me get out of here?"

"You know, as much as I'd love to help you," He starts, steeping closer until he's right behind you. His hands settle on your hips, giving them a little squeeze. Your breath hitches at the contact, and you try to squirm away from his touch.

"I think you could stand to stay there a little longer." He finishes, his fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts.

"Leon... dude." You hiss, trying to squirm away from his touch. His hands have your cheeks burning up, your brows furrowed in confusion. "This isn't funny! What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He repeats, letting out another laugh as he starts to slowly tug your shorts down. You can feel his gaze locked onto you as he slips them down so they pool at your knees. "I'm taking advantage of the situation. It'd be a shame to let this... opportunity go to waste."

"Oppur... wait. Leon, you can't be serious! Come on, this is messed up! Just help me out!"

"No can do, sis." He hums, brushing his thumb against your panties. Damp. Looks like you were enjoying this more than you let on. "Mom and dad have gone out, so... either you stay here for the next few hours, hell... maybe even the rest of the day, or you let me have my fun, and I'll getcha out."

You pause at his words, biting your lip. You didn't really have much of a choice. Your abdomen was already aching from being pressed so harshly against the bedframe by the part of the bed that lifts. You didn't want to be here for hours.

"I-I guess... just... I don't know, Leon, I haven't..." You mumble, your voice a lot less snappy than before.

"Aww, princess... where'd your attitude go?" He coos teasingly, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. You jolt at the sensation, moaning softly. "My baby sis is a virgin? That's cute."

He tugs at your panties, letting them drop down with your shorts. You hear him take a sharp intake of breath in as he looks at you, his fingers spreading your puffy lips.

"Don't worry. I'm not a complete asshole. Just a small one." He says cheekily, and then you hear the dostinct sound of a belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. A moment passes when you can hear the rustling of fabric, and then his hands are on you again.

"I won't fuck you. Yet. But I'll make us both feel good, sweetheart." He says, giving you a few light smacks to your ass.

"Okay..." You breathe out, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You swallow hard, brows furrowing as you hear him shift.

"That's a good girl." He grunts, slotting his cock between your folds. That's where he keeps it, just rutting his cock against you. You coat him in your arousal, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing in the room as you drip all over his cock. His tip brushes your clit every time his hips jerk forward, making you whine.

"You do owe me now, sweetheart." He groans, forcing your legs together so the fat of your thighs keeps his cock secure as he humps your cunt. "I better be the one to break you in. Want my cute step-sister's pussy all to myself."

"Y-yeah... all yours..." You breathe out, trying to rock your hips back to get more friction against your sensitive nub. You whimper as the change in angle has his length dragging along your folds deliciously.

"Think I watched a video like this once." He says with a huff of laughter, gripping your hips right as he chases his orgasm using your body. "Must've drained all the step-sibling content on PornHub... couldn't help myself seein' you stuck like this."

His thrusts start to grow a little sloppy, his breathing becoming more shallow. He's close already, and you're not far behind. He rolls his hips, angling himself to make sure he's giving you the friction you need.

Your body tenses as you cum with a loud moan of his name, twitching from the aftershocks. He groans and pulls away when you start whimpering from oversensitivity. You hear a few wet schlick sounds as he jerks himself off, flinching slightly when you feel his cum costing your ass and pussy.

He pulls up your shorts and panties without cleaning you off, making you cringe as they press the cum into your skin, a grimace crossing your face. You hear the sounds of him redressing before he's lifting the top of the bed, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

"C'mon, princess. Up you get." He says, grabbing your wrist to pull you up. "And don't forget... I'll be back for more."

[r3dkn0ts]

I'm somewhat curious because everyone has their own perception of killers in dbd before they came into the realm. Out of all your faves (like Caleb, Tarhos, Billy ect..) do you think any of them are still....well virgins?? Most of them were either too focused on revenge and bloodshed to even think about ass or coochie (lookin right at you slinger also I LOVE UR BLOG SM)

I have other stuff in the drafts I'm working on atm ( do not worry followers! it will be posted! eventually! ) but Man this just. rattled my brain so hard that I had to start writing Immediately

I'm just gonna pick the guys you listed or else I'd be rambling way too much and also idk what the hell to categorize this as so ummmmm just putting it under the cut. I guess these are more like character studies than anything?

SEXUAL HEADCANONS FOR THE DBD KILLERS Featuring Caleb Quinn, Tarhos Kovács, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: Smut, smut, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Honestly, what did you expect? Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn - I'd imagine Caleb is around his mid-to-late 60s ( if you don't think too hard about the time-fuckery that is the Entity's Realm ), so the man definitely has some years under his belt. - When it comes to sex, though, he might've fooled around with one or two folks in his younger days. Like most other cowpoke of his time, he didn't really care what gender he was laying down with. - Yes, I am saying that Caleb is pansexual. All cowboys are at least a little bit gay. I don't make the rules. - He definitely didn't see any action after nearly killing Bayshore and being stuck in a penitentiary for 15 years straight, that's for sure. - Plus, there's no good reason to be horny in a place like that. - That being said, he knows the basics and maybe a trick here or there, so he's not a total buffoon, but he's not a floozy either.

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács - Being taken from his home and put into slavery at such a young age, he didn't exactly have a normal childhood. - Tarhos didn't have the time to be concerned with anything remotely romantic or sexual, constantly going on campaigns with his men and killing everyone that stood in their way. - He would never admit it to anyone, even himself, but this man is so touch-starved and needy that just hugging him would probably give him a boner as stiff as his claymore. - Tarhos tries to ignore sexual urges until they go away, but that doesn't always work, so he might have to rub one out once in a while. He feels guilty about it every time. - Yeah, he's a virgin. No experience at all.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - Oh, this poor boy. We all know his story by now. It's pretty obvious that he never had any physical contact, much less that of a romantic or sexual nature. - Back in his time, television shows weren't nearly as scandalous as nowadays. There was no way of accessing pornographic material unless you got special magazines, which he of course never did. - Going through puberty, he would feel strange and uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the weird feelings he had. It made him want to crawl out of his own skin. - Those habits stuck with him into his adulthood, constantly fighting his own body and trying anything to get the strange feelings to go away. Eventually, he figured out that friction was the easiest method. - You could say he's "innocent", but I prefer "clueless". - If someone were to truly earn his trust and explain to him what erections, masturbation, and sex are, he'd get super flustered and cover his face in shame. - His first time would need to be slow and more of a tutorial than anything else. Dude's probably gonna cum as soon as a hand touches him. Just be patient.

[degendog]

barking in ur inbox pls send specific posts :000

ALRIGHT SO there’s a few more than what i have on hand but these subreddits/users are good places to look

here’s a few tguys using various “amab” cages

general consensus seems to be that plastic holds tguy anatomy better. most common model i’ve seen used is an off-brand nano inverted, although one of these guys here is using a flat. small note that unfortunately i’ve only seen relatively thin guys try this out, and haven’t seen any plus-sized people yet. i could have just missed them though! i am not all-knowing lol

what i think could also work, but that no one seems to have designed yet, is a device that wraps around both the tdick and the inner labia, rather than the outer. it would have to be a significantly smaller ring size than a standard cage and likely held on by a strap, but it wouldn’t be a full belt and would likely have better restriction than what these dudes have fashioned here. if i ever get a 3d printer i’ll try my hand at making/modifying something lol.

also there’s this person who uses a nipple suction toy for simultaneous pumping and chastity. so fucking based

[raevaelia]

In-experienced hearts | J.Jungkook

Pairing: Tutor!F.Reader x Tutee!Jungkook

Synopsis: The school’s golden boy is falling behind in his chemistry class and the principal decided it would be a good idea to assign him a tutor. Who knew the tutor would end up becoming the love of his life while also causing him heaps of chaos?

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, tutor x tutee au (though u kinda forget in the story), reader is a little oblivious and JK is totally whipped for her. Shy, awkward JK who overthinks and naïve, clueless reader. NOT a soulmate au!

Warnings: None! However, you may gain some cavities from this sweet, sweet couple ;)

A/N: hi! this is my first work here on tumblr! i know this isn't very good but i was very eager to write this so i apologise if this looks very rushed hehe. please do not be afraid to tell me if there is any way to improve my work- i would really appreciate it actually. happy reading!

Playlist: Faye Webster - Kingston, MAGIC! - Rude, Jonghyun&Younha - Love Belt, NIKI - urs, keshi - right here, Baekhyun&Suzy - Dream, hanbee - strawberry, GEMINI - mon amour, ABBA - Angel Eyes, Mindy Gledhill - I Do Adore, Jin - The Astronaut.

JK was someone you could never find it in yourself to hate.

Since signing with the school’s football team, he had become the lead star and the school’s prestigious golden boy. He was well known for his good looks, endless heaps of talent and sweet personality to all.

Well…things were going great regarding his football team. His grades? Not so much.

“Jungkook, you are a good man. You are genuinely liked around here, me included, but…unless you bring those chemistry grades up, you may as well be getting kicked off the team.” Principal Song rubbed the area around his nose bridge, glasses resting in his callous hands as Jungkook fell rigid in his seat.

His hands gripped his football jersey, Number 7.

“Sir…i-i can bring my grades u-”

He felt terrified.

Being part of the football team was what got him to be so well-liked. Before that, he was in the backgrounds, hiding in the shadows and in the corners of every classroom with long bangs and unfashionable outfits.

Now that he finally got a name for himself, he doesn’t ever want to lose it. It’s all he’s got, really.

“I know you can, Jungkook. But right now, exam period is approaching fast. And there really is no time for you to revise yourself.”

The air in the office was thickening. A pin drop could be heard.

“So. I have decided to assign you a tutor for this month.”

Jungkook blinked. Then he blinked again.

“Excuse me?”

Principal Song pursed his lips with a kind smile, interlocking his rough hands together and resting them on the desk.

“Yes, you heard me right. I am assigning you a tutor.” Jungkook scrunched up his brows, lips turning downwards into a subtle frown. “With all do respect, sir, i beli-”

“Of course you can refuse if you would like. But just note that you will be permanently kicked off the football team if you do.” The kind smile was still forcibly painted on Principal Song’s lips, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine as he gulped down any rebuttal that had previously bubbled up.

“No. I will accept this tutor, thank you, sir.” Jungkook stood with wobbly legs, bowing down a perfect 90° while Principal Song merely sent him a proud nod in return. “I know you will make the right decision.” Jungkook smiled tight-lipped as he left the room.

His football jersey, now crumpled up in his tight fist, was shoved into his face to conceal the frustration he felt. He exhaled slowly, turning on his heel to return back to his friends out on the bleachers.

“Ugh.” He groaned, ruffling his hair with one tattooed hand as the other threw his jersey over his shoulder. He took long strides up the steps as he reached the bench his friends sat on.

“Jaykay!” Jung Hoseok cheered, handing the younger a box of fries before ruffling his hair affectionately. “Hey, dude.” Jimin, from below smiled. His bright pink hair standing out from the rest of his crazy friends.

“So~” Taehyung chorused, biting into a churro while Jungkook simply raised a single brow. “So, what?” Taehyung kissed his teeth, leaning forward. “Your visit to the principal? What happened?” Jungkook’s mood instantly turned sour.

Crease lines appeared on his forehead as he remembered the previous discussion. “I’m getting a tutor.” It’s silent for a few milli-seconds before the group erupt in joyous laughter. Jungkook stands still, wallowing in his own self-embarrassment with shy reddened cheeks.

Slowly, Hoseok comes back to reality and wiped away a few stray tears. “That’s embarrassing for the school’s golden boy!” Taehyung laughs along, agreeing with the older boy’s statement. “We saw this coming from miles away!” Jimin adds, only confusing the poor boy further who scrunches his brows together. “Huh? How?” Taehyung lays his cheek on his palm, staring at the boy in pity at his puzzlement.

“‘How’? Because, you’re the school’s golden boy, dummy. Everyone knows.” Jungkook’s face begins falling, turning a sickly pale along with his jaw hanging slack. “HUH?!” His voice grows louder, now anxiousness spreading through his body at the new-found knowledge.

“Are you seriously that slow?” Jimin sighs. “Everybody knows your failing chemistry. Catch up, dude. There are even some people who know more things about you than you do yourself.” Jungkook feels a shiver crawl up his spine, almost imitating a million bugs crawling all over his skin.

“No way.” He whispers. “Yes, way.” Taehyung snorts. “And-”

But the honey-head boy gets cut off by a cherry feminine voice catching all their attention from behind Jungkook’s body.

“Um, excuse me?”

The girl turns her chin upwards and her grin grows even wider, revealing her pearly whites. She has her hands clasped behind her back, presumably holding onto her black book bag Jungkook can see poking from behind her pink pleated skirt.

Jungkook grows still, blood rushing up his body to fill the paleness of his cheeks and ears, eyes fixated on her smile. He can almost see the sun shining brighter and bird-songs in his ear.

And then he hears a bell ring in his ear. The same bell in the film ‘Your Name’.

“Hi! My name is Y/N! Principal Song assigned me as your tutor, Jungkook-ssi!” She dips her head slightly, allowing Jungkook to breathe while she isn’t looking and hypnotising him any longer.

He can hear the snickers of his so-called ‘friends’ from behind him but he pays no mind to them, instead focusing on the Disney princess-like girl standing before him.

Oh, and did i forget to mention? There is one thing Jeon Jungkook is not good at among the many talents he has.

And that is talking to cute girls.

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Jeon Jungkook had girls after him left and right. The richest, prettiest, kindest and the list goes on. However he would reject every single one of them. Why?

Because Jeon Jungkook is a hopeless romantic.

Hopelessly waiting for his so-called ‘soulmate’ that he could spend the rest of his life with, living a Disney fantasy. Silly, really. His friends would remind him to give up the silly idea and just settle down already.

But who would’ve though he would be meeting her so soon?

And when Y/N shyly asks Jungkook whether they could have a talk in the library, the boy just couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. Especially when she looked as cute as she did trying to avoid his eyes while picking at her perfectly manicured nails.

Jungkook stiffly followed her through the hallways of the school while the girl in-front skipped with every step she took with her hands still clasped behind her back.

He finds the action endearing, especially when he could see the red crescent moon shapes imprinted in the ball of her hand from her nails. He smiled at it before a hard slap on his shoulder interrupts his thoughts.

“Huh?!”

He whips his head around to see a girl with a yellow binder in her hand, raised above her head with an angered look. “Pervert! You’re no golden boy!” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as he rubs the spot he was hit on. “What?!” He screeches, feeling nervous with the amount of students beginning to take notice of the situation.

Y/N spins on her heel and turns to face the situation with a tilt of her head and a curious look on her pretty features. “Huh? Saeyong? What’s wrong?”

Ah. Y/N knows this crazy lunatic.

Jungkook turns to look at her with a pleading look, begging for her to save him in this situation. Saeyong instead huffs her hair out of her face and lowers her binder, not before sending a nasty glare to Jungkook who just stares at her in absolute confusion.

“This…! Guy…was perving at your butt, Y/Nie!” Gasps are heard from the other students who have circled around the trio. Saeyong crosses her arms triumphantly over her chest. Jungkook is quick to wave his hands in defence with an intense blush over his cheeks.

“HUH?! N-No! Y-You’ve got it all wrong, i swear!” Oh no. Barely 10 minutes of knowing his soulmate and things have already gone wrong. Why did life have to be so cruel to him?

He faces Y/N who seems to be completely and utterly clueless of the situation. She blinks at Jungkook before blinking against Saeyong. “Huh? No he wasn’t.” Saeyong scoffs. “Of course he was! I saw him!”

Jungkook opens his mouth to deny again but before he could, Y/N turns to face him. “Were you staring somewhere you shouldn’t be?” She tilts her head again with her bambi eyes peering at Jungkook’s worry-filled ones.

“No! I swear, i wasn’t!” The girls go quiet, waiting to hear what his reason for staring there actually was. “Liar-” “Let’s hear him out, unnie.” Saeyong huffs again, glaring daggers at Jungkook who fiddles with his fingers absentmindedly. “I-I…”

“I noticed that you pressed your nails too deep in your hands…i-i…i-it’s not good if it’s leaving marks.” He meekly points at Y/N’s hands who turns to look at them. Saeyong immediately gasps and runs towards her, taking her hands into her own.

“I told you to stop doing this, Y/Nie!” Y/N blushes beet red, shuffling on her feet before pulling her hoodie sleeves over her hands to hide them. “It’s a habit, unnie.” She mumbles shyly. Saeyong sighs, ruffling Y/N’s hair affectionately. “A habit you need to get rid of.”

Jungkook stands animatedly, hands glued to his side as he nervously watches the two mumble incoherently to eachother. His eyes eventually find Y/N’s who sends him a comforting smile before nudging Saeyong who huffs and glares at Jungkook.

“Look, i’m sorry for accusing you of whatever…and thanks for pointing out her nails. Or whatever.” She avoids eye-contact picking up her yellow binder to slam into her locker angrily. “Good going, Sayeongie!” Y/N sends two thumbs up to the elder who just waves her off with the tiniest smile evident.

Jungkook blinks at the interaction, facing Y/N who turns back on her heel, hands now in her pockets as she begins walking through the crowd that starts dissipating. “Come on! We still gotta figure out your timetable!” She spins on her heel, walking backwards as she sends Jungkook a harmless wink that sends multiple arrows through his heart.

“Okay…”

-

A week has past.

Though it seems like eons have passed with how close the two have gotten. Jungkook has learned that Y/N bakes in her free time, she even showed up to one of their sessions with 4 fairy cakes. 3 with the traditional rainbow sprinkles and one with purple sprinkles. He had raised his brow at the odd one out, questioning her when she blushed shyly.

“That’s the special one i made for you. The rest are for your friends! Yours has jelly filling, none of the others do.”

Jungkook had smiled so wide that day. And also that day, he had drawn a picture of her owned cat, his name being Pocky and living in her dorm room.

Since then, it had been a friendly competition of who can give the better gifts. The day after that, Y/N had given him a a double layer strawberry and cream cake— his favourite as she had learned.

“It’s made with love. So you can’t top that!” The line send flutters to the poor boy’s heart, refusing to share a single slice or even a single strawberry with any of his whining friends who childishly ignored him for the rest of the day.

That brings us to today where our favourite boy has managed to find a way to top her gift.

Jungkook had walked in the library with a giant 18x24 canvas tucked under his armpit and a box of her favourite donuts— original glazed.

He couldn’t help but feel extremely excited for her reaction seeing her sitting there on their usual table somehow looking prettier every day.

So, yes, whatever. Jungkook have developed a huge crush on the girl. So what? Everyone saw it coming. Jimin had saw it coming from a mile way, as he usually does. He started giving him dating advice such as gifting flowers and chocolates (though Jimin has never had a serious relationship before).

Of course Jungkook ignored him and instead focused on gifting her what he does best.

Art.

That night, he bought a £30 canvas from his local arts&crafts store with the intention of her smiling face imprinted in his love-corrupted mind.

He drew exactly what had been lulling him to sleep these last few weeks. He drew her straight from memory, her face completely etched in his mind.

And after 4 hours of straight water colour and art (and a few slices of her cake eaten), he had successfully completed his artwork in time for their next tutoring session.

Since their first session, his grades have significantly improved. Even Principal Song acknowledging it— reminding him the month was almost over and that their tutoring sessions was almost over too.

The thought had initially dulled his mind until he remember the project.

He had even added a little surprise on the back of the canvas in the little confidence he had sparked during his project hours.

That, which, i will not mention.

She had sat at their table in a cute baby blue dress that seemed to hug her body exceptionally well, highlighting everything. She had clipped her hair back in a white claw clip and was wearing some Mary Janes on her feet.

Jungkook was 80% nervous and 20% confident. Well, that 20% was slowly decreasing to a 4% with every step he took closer to her and her figure becoming more and more HD in his eyes.

She tilted her head upwards, spotting him and her lips stretching in a wide smile. “Kookie!” Jungkook’s heart melted, as it does every morning when she lurches forward to encase his body in a hug.

She pulled away slowly much to Jungkook’s demise and pointed to the canvas. “What’s that?” She asked, a pout resting on her pink lips.

“It’s my gift, for you. My last one ever.” Y/N’s face dropped at his last words. In all honestly, she loved his gifts. They were always so thoughtful and unique. They were so special to her because they all represented Jungkook. Whether it be through his mannerisms, personality or just him overall.

She masked her disappointment with curiosity instead, leaning forward to try and take a peek.

Jungkook smiled, handing it to her. “Here,” he mumbled, scanning her face for any reaction.

And boy, did she give a reaction.

If a reaction meant immediate tears then sure, she gave one.

Jungkook’s face dropped completely, putting the portrait aside to rush over to her side and hold her gently, letting her cry on his shoulder. A million thoughts ran through his mind.

‘Did she not like it? Was it too much? Am i being too forward? Maybe i should’ve take Jimin’s advice!’

He bit his lip gently, her silky hair tickling the bottom of his chin as her shoulders shook with sobs from her hoarse throat.

Y/N raised her head eventually with red rimmed, puffy eyes and a red tipped nose. “No one has ever done something like this for me before…!” Jungkook smiled behind all of his nervousness now that he knows she likes it. (Though that was an understatement)

He was seriously considering throwing the portrait away afterwards if she didn’t like it.

Hell, if she didn’t like his hairstyle he would change it within an instant. After all, he only wanted to look good for her. Good enough, to be hers.

“I’m going to hang this up in my dorm!” She declared, hugging it close to her body while Jungkook scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Her once crying face had now disappeared and contorted to that of a child at an amusement park as her grip on the canvas tightened as if it would disappear under her hold.

She just couldn’t stop staring at the artwork.

He had an managed to capture her insecurities and turned them into something she could learn to love. Such as the way a single small strand of hair stuck up at her roots. She had always hated that— thinking it ruined every hairstyle she tried.

He had captured the shine and sparkle in her eyes, the slight dip in her right cheek in the smiling portrait of her as well as the beauty mark on the tip of her nose.

“A-Ah, i’m glad you like it, Y/N” He has thought of so many different ways to reply in his head but opted for the most casual one— somehow while also still sounding like a fool in love.

“Like it? I love it! It’s the best gift i’ve ever received! I can’t possibly top this!”

Seeing her upmost gratitude towards him, Jungkook suddenly felt a surge of confidence swoosh through his awkward body. “Well, you can top it some way.”

Y/N stared at him expectantly, hope flooding through her heart as well as a red hue covering her cheeks at the way his honey eyes searched all over her face. “What? Tell me, how can i possibly top this?”

From the angle of the way she held the canvas, Jungkook can see the special surprise he hid on the underside. And now suddenly his confidence dropped to a whopping 0%.

“A-Ah…w-well…” Suddenly everything felt hot. The air felt compressed and Jungkook felt like his air supply was closing in on him. Why does it feel so tight? He tried to breathe. He really tried, but his throat just wasn’t working. His lips wouldn’t open and no words could leave.

He couldn’t do this. Who was he kidding? He was no confident guy.

“Jungkook?” Her voice rang in his ears, and he finally mustered up the courage to face her worried look with crease brows and a frown adoring her face.

“Huh?”

Y/N smiled. “Do you want to sit down for a while? We can share the donuts.” She nudged her head towards the sealed untouched box that had been long forgotten about.

Jungkook took a deep gust of air into his lungs.

“Um…-”

“Oh? What’s this?” Jungkook felt the air once again get pushed out of his chest when he saw her holding a neon pink post-it that was once stuck on the back of the canvas.

“T-That-!…”

She read it intently, horror evading Jungkook’s features when he couldn’t read her expression. Oh god. He should have never wrote that.

Finally, she lifted her head and turned the post-it to face Jungkook and his horror-struck face. One night he chose to be selfish and pursue the one thing he has ever wanted in his entire life and now, it's going to lead him to rejection. All Jungkook wants to do now is curl up in a ditch and die.

"You misspelt 'Eugene'..." Y/N eventually speaks up, hiding her cheeky smile with a bite of her lower lip. And oh, would you look at that. He really did misspell it.

Jungkook holds the piece of paper between his trembling fingers with a shake in his gaze. No, how did he manage to embarass himself further?!

'Stupid! How could I misspell it to Eugeene?!'

He feels so utterly embarrassed and defeated he can't bring himself to lift his head and apologise to the girl of his dreams. How tired would he have been to misspell it that badly and not notice?! He really should've taken Jimin's advice.

"Jungkook-ah..."

This is it. This is the one thing he saw coming- that he knew was going to come back and bite him in his tensed buttcheeks! His hands sweat as he holds the post-it, clammy and strained. His irises shake unnervingly, re-reading the silly paper over-and-over again wishing this was all just a dream. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He could've chosen a better pick-up line instead of a stupid Disney reference!

'Will you be the Rapunzel to my Eugeene?'

He has the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and pray for his friends to come and save him this very moment- he'll even willingly go through the trouble of hearing Jimin's reprimanding voice of 'you should've taken my advice' as well as Taehyung and Hoseok's consistent mocking of 'the golden boy' for the rest of the school year if it meant escaping this very moment.

And when he finally does lift his head he meets the very overjoyed L/N Y/N with her usual widened grin. What Jungkook does notice, however, is the very pigmented red blush covering her cute cheeks as well as her nails once again creating dent marks in the heels of her hands. The golden boy frowns, with very clammy hands, he grabs hers in his own hold, promptly ignoring the slight shake in them from her warm touch. She slowly retracts her nails from the marks, letting Jungkook run the pad of his thumb over the marks.

'Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, what am I DOING?! She probably thinks I'm a weirdo, gosh! Why do you keep embarrassing yourself, Jeon Jungkook, huh?! And my hands are so sweaty, how humiliating! I better-'

Jungkook quickly with an audible gulp of saliva, retracts his hands and rubs them vigorously on the fabric of his jeans, failing to notice Y/N's disappointed look. She purses her lips, leaving her arms to hang idly by her sides.

'Why did he let go? Were my hands rough or something? OH GOSH! DID I MAKE HIS HANDS SWEAT TOO MUCH?! How embarrassing! How can I face him now?!'

Y/N shyly turns her gaze to the donuts left on the table before clearing her throat. "What...what did your note mean? And, h-how did you know i love Tangled?!"

Her usual cheery tone returns and Jungkook is thankful she doesn't bring up the awkward moment with his sweating hands. But when the words finally register in his mind, it goes blank.

'What...'

She doesn't understand the note even though her favourite movie is Tangled? Jungkook feels a mix of emotions, crashing down onto him like a large tsunami wave that he still wishes he could drown in.

Well for one, they share the same favourite movie, but then again, he wasn't exactly rejected nor accepted.

"You...don't know what the note means?" Y/N tilts her head with a meek look. "Um...no, sorry. I hope it means you're not going to take me away from my home and help me find out I'm a lost princess for some kingdom." She laughs, hands once again clasped securely behind her back.

Jungkook looks at her with affection and endear in his gaze. 'You're already a princess in my heart.' Jungkook laughs along with her joke, silently thankful that the conversation has taken a light-hearted turn. For a moment there he forgot about the post-it note fiasco and how his whole body had burnt with embarrassment beforehand.

"So...what does the note mean?"

Jungkook freezes, mentally cursing out his past self at 2am that morning. "W-Well..." And lo-and-behold, Park Saeyong has come to ruin Jungkook's chances once again. The boy lowers his gaze and glues his lips together upon seeing the 24/7 angry girl run her way over.

"He's asking you out, girl!" Saeyong cheers, aggressively patting the younger girl's back so hard she splutters out a choke. "H-Huh?!" The poor girl is clueless to almost about everything. Saeyong chuckles, "oh, Y/Nie, my incredibly stupid friend, he wants to know whether you'd be his girlfriend!"

And so hearing this, Jungkook acts quickly without thinking as he usually does. This time, he quickly waves his hands in dismissal as heat creeps up his neck to cover his face in an embarrassing shade of pink. "N-No! T-That's not-!" In the midst of his rambling, Y/N's shoulders sink as does her hopes of becoming his potential lover. Her bottom lip juts out sadly as well as her almond eyed evidently losing their sparkle.

'But I want to be his Rapunzel'

Saeyong acts fast and grabs her handy yellow binder to whack the golden boy on the back of his head. She continues whacking him over-and-over again, even when he tries to get her to stop. Y/N gasps and runs forward to defend him with her hand catching the yellow binder in her friend's hand. "Stop, unnie!" Saeyong's eyebrows dips, putting her hands on her hips as she stares at the younger girl. "Why should I, huh? He hurt your feelings!" Jungkook stands at his full height from behind Y/N and rubs his arm with a pained expression. Y/N mimics Saeyong's pose with her own hands on her hips with her own angry expression. "You still shouldn't hit him!" Saeyong drops her hands, her expression softening at her.

"Y/N. I know how much you like him, and it hurts me knowing that he just did this to you."

Jungkook feels his heart lurch in his throat, eyes blown wide and lips parted. 'Is this a dream? Ohmygod, I think I might just cry and shove my hands in my chest to give my heart to her. For real'

Y/N goes still, taking in a deep breath before spinning on her heel to face the very boy that has been clouding her mind ever since their first meeting. 'Here goes nothing'

"Kookie."

Jungkook meets her gaze, opening his mouth to say the very thing that's been bugging him day-in day-out. "Y/N."

Y/N blinks, a little startled with her seriousness in his tone- though she can hear the slight waver too but she chose to ignore it as her heart was beating far louder. She nods to her name, not trusting herself to speak as her voice may accidentally break- and she can't handle that embarrassment.

"I-I..." Jungkook looks up to meet her eyes but can see his three incredibly dumb friends silently cheering him on from behind one bookcase. He stops his sentence, narrowing his eyes that contain an angry flare in them. 'What the hell are they doing?'

Y/N tilts her head at Jungkook's lack of attention, slowly turning her head around in an attempt to see what the heck was going on. Jungkook sees this and panics- evidently blurting out the rest of his words without thinking as usual. "I like you a lot, Y/N!" The said girl freezes, facing Jungkook again as her mind goes haywire. Words can't seem to formulate. Jungkook can see her apprehension and suddenly all his confidence once again plummets to the ground.

"I-I have for...a long time..." Y/N is silent for a second before she breaks out into an extra wide grin that bunches up her cheeks. "I would very much like you to be my Flynn Rider!" Jungkook smiles big, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her to his body.

He doesn't think he's ever experienced such joy in his entire life before. Not when he got accepted into the football team, no, not even then. Now? He feels like a million fireworks have gone off in the pits of his stomach, like his heart has burst and everything just seems a whole lot more vibrant.

As their laughs settle down, it is only then when Jungkook becomes aware of the position they are in. Jungkook blushes, quickly putting her down with a clear of his throat. "S-So...is that a yes to being my girlfriend...?" Y/N's laugh sends flutters straight to his poor heart- it has been through a lot recently. "Yes, silly."

Jungkook presses a timid kiss to her knuckles, a smile spreading as he does so. "I'm glad."

Maybe soulmates do exist after all.

[kedsandtubesocks]

hAPPY HALLOWEEN ERIKA!!! Dropping by for some trick or treATIN!!! 🎃👻🍬🍭 i find it so adorable that halloween is ur favourite festivity!!!! 🥹 i don’t really celebrate (bc i am lazy 😭 and maybe a bit of a scaredy) but i always enjoy watching ppl dress up and trick or treat !!!!!! 🥹 what’s your favourite candy? / thing to receive in trick or treating ? what would u and satoru dress as for halloween !!!! 🥹

MY DARLING SEL HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Grab a handful of anything that you’d like! 🍭🍫🍬🎃

And omg please YOU’re THE ADORABLE ONE 🥺😭

Dude I totally get it trust me 😭 Halloween can be a Lot™️… the energy it takes to put up decorations and then plan a costume really can get to you 😵‍💫 I do hope you get to at least have some yummy candy and watch your favorite not so spooky movie! 🎃🍂

When I was little any candy we got made me go wild lol now I am such a sucker for these really good pumpkin sugar cookies our local grocery story puts out every halloween and I am SOBBING in joy just thinking about the whole pack I’m gonna get today lol

Also just know I’m sharing some of those cookies with you too 🥺

SEL PLEASE NOT THE GOJO COSTUME QUESTION IM GONNA COLLAPSE 😫

So I can see me and Satoru being Laura Dern from Jurassic Park and him dressing up as a RIDICULOUS inflatable dinosaur because he’s all about being a menace -

But also… in my heart I just KNOW he’s also about looking hot as hell and dressing up a handsome alluring devil in a suit looking gorgeous with his horns on and because I LOVE doing horror special effects makeup and embracing more of the scary parts of Halloween lol I’d go as someone possessed by a demon and just flat out telling everyone this is what happens when you date him LMAOO

But Sel you made my Halloween oh so sweet thank you so much for stopping by 🥹🍂🖤

Here’s your Halloween joke for ya!

What did the mama ghost tell her kids in the car?

Fasten your sheet belts!!!!

Okay okay I’ll see myself out lol

But tell me what’s your favorite Halloween movie?! Do you have any spooky stories/urban legends to share 👀

[amethyst-halo]

Theater kid here, heres some stories from the shows that i think fit the characters (all real stories just with some character names tacked on):

One time the sound crew were told to backstage for something and one of them (bristlefrost) almost had a breakdown because they thought it was an emergency and a mic broke on opening night but it turns out it was just the pre-show everyone talks time.

A lesbian (bristlefrost) and a gay dude (puddleshine) were paired up to act like they were dating during ensemble and another lesbian (needleclaw) and another gay dude (alderheart) were in the same situation so when they were on during some big monologue they switched so that the gay dudes were together and the lesbians were together. they did end up dating if u were curious, but it was during the next show which was spongebob the musical.

During a different production of spongebob the musical the guy who was playing the news reporter who sings no control (bramblestar, ik it aint the gang but just wait) was apparently in a really toxic relationship with the girl who played sandy (squirrelflight) so her sister (leafpool), who was one of the eco-club members and apparently buff af, beat the news reporter guy up in the sound booth while the sound crew and cast (the gang) distracted everyone. They still got suspended.

While everyone was belting out Six songs, one of the freshmen (shadowsight) asked musical it was from and everyone freaked out because “how dont you know?!?!?”, anyways the guy actually could play the piano rlly good so once during rehearsals we heard him playing six songs backstage while his gf (sunbeam) was basically explaining the plot and everything to him.

Someone screaming “WHAT TEAM?” (rootspring) and someone (slatefur) who wasnt even in rehearsals (he had to deliver something) but was there for a different club burst in and screamed back “WILDCATS!”. anyways wildcats guy ended up joining theater the next year and was really good

everyone was in the greenroom in the most uncomfortable looking position ever all just showing memes to each other. it was so cult like. half the kids were sitting in the chairs but really weirdly (ex: criss cross, legs on the footrest, upside down) and half were sitting like.. on top of the chairs like fucking birds. A few were under the chairs. i dont know why. they were all in costume too.

There was a fursuit backstage and kids (rootspring, needleclaw) thought it was haunted so they put the coca cola where mold was growing from the center up in front of it then tried to get the fursuit to drink the liquid see what would happen and the fursuit’s head fell down and the eyes popped off and everyone screamed

some kid (rootspring) broke a leg during a play because of a quick costume change, you could see how awkward the leg looked. but he kept playing because he had a monologue and he was really close to crying the whole time and the director later said that she could feel the “raw emotion he must have been channeling”, he didn’t have the heart to tell her

Oh i almost forgot: the run crew was running around like crazy during rehearsals and were freaking out so one of the lights crew (puddleshine) asked what happened and in the panic some kid (nightheart) threw a frozen waffle at the poor guy. i think h egot a concussion but idk.

There was a blind guy (jayfeather) and some poor guy (rootspring) disnt know so he handed the blind guy a script without any brail or someone to read it to him and it was a table read so after like 30 minutes it came up to that guys part and the poor guy who didnt know was like “hey its ur turn read ur script” and the blind guy, with the most passive aggressive movements ive ever seen, picked up his cane and put it on the table

OH MY GOD THESE ARE INCREDIBLE

i'm so glad to know theater kids and band kids are like. similar. theater kids are more hectic though from the sounds of it

[shiftyyyy]

Hey! Glad you liked the compliment. Good artists deserve those, and reblogs too, don't forget that. Anyways, have some more of my epic Tunner HC's

He has access to Fallout style perks. For example, here's what Tunner said to Mr. Tree when he came into Tunner's cattle ranch (Tunner does have a horse, named Clint.):

Mr. Tree: How dare you kill my only ally!? You dare stand up against beings beyond your understanding, like a flea going up against a volcano...it will only end in your death, and the deaths of those you hold dea-

Tunner: [Terrifying Presence] You better get off my property, or else I'm gonna repair my fence with your corpse, pardner.

Mr. Tree: G-Gah-! Y-..You listen here mortal, I am not to be trifled with! I will kill you where you sta-

Without another second of hesitation, Tunner reaches to his belt, and draws his buck knife from his holster. With a smirk, he tosses it into the air with a spin, before leaning down and grabbing a handful of dry dirt, flinging it into the eyes of Mr. Tree. With his foe blinded, he draws his revolver, quickly firing off 6 shots into the trunk of Mr. Tree.

The tree is shifted back, clearing the dirt from his eyes he tries to retaliate, but Tunner grabs his lasso from his back, quickly spinning it in the air, and grabbing his knife. With a powerful spin, he slams the knife straight into the side of Mr. Tree, and with one last pull, he leaves a massive gash in the side of Mr. Tree's trunk, oozing out a dark, bloody, coagulated sap.

Tunner: [Terrifying Presence] That was just the warnin' shot. Leave, or else I'll make good on that threat earlier.

Badly damaged, losing sap rapidly, Mr. Tree has no choice but to retreat. Sinking back into the ground, and leaving Tunner's farm. The man in question letting out a sigh, taking off his hat and wiping some sweat from his brow. He pulls out a canteen of water, taking a sip, and chasing it with a swig of whiskey from his flask.

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Ok, put a biiiit more effort into that than I should've-

Uhh, Tunner here is the caretaker/Handler for Brud. Because Brud is a sentient dirt monster, it needs to learn good and bad, and how to act in a somewhat socially acceptable manner. Oh, and school, it needs school to get smart.

OMGOGMGM HIII ITS YOU AGAIN OH MY GOD!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED UR COMPLIMENT!! IM VERY INSECURE SO THAT REALLY HELPED MY CONFIDENCE ALOT! eue

ALSO OMGOMGKG YESSSS MORE TUNNER CONTENT I LOVE TO SEE IT EEEEEEEE!!!

DUDE OH MY GOD I READ THIS MULTIPLE TIMES YOUR WRITING STYLE IS SOSOSO INTRESTING OMG? I REALLY REALLY ENJOY HOW YOU VISION THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE ALOT OF PERSONALITY AND EFFORT PUT INTO THIS AND I THINK THATS LIKE RLLY RLLY COOL!! GUHHHH I LOVE HOW TUNNER IS IN THIS BTW HE SEEMS SO BAD AHH AND IM SO DOWN FOR IT!!! IM SQUEALING!! I RLLY HOPE WHEN I POST THIS PPL CAN SEE THIS AWESOME WORK OMG THIS NEEDS TO BE SEEN!! I RLLY HOPE YOU KEEP UP YOUR AWESOME WORK CUZ THIS IS SOSOSO ENTERTAINING TO READ :-)) ALSO THE EFFORT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT FOR THE OUTCOME!! I LOVE IT!! TY FOR THE ASK!!

ALSOO AWWWW OMGG TUNNER AND BRUDDD THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTEEEEE I COULD DEFINITELY SEE THAT DUDE OMFG THEY TOTALLY HAVE THE FATHER AND SON RELATIONSHIP SOMEWHAT BC OF THAT!!

ANYWAYSS!! ANYONE ELSE ON MY PAGE PLZPLZ GO SUPPORT THIS PERSON THEY WRITE RLLY COOL STUFF :-D!!!

[rvspecter]

“So unless you’re looking to cook me breakfast in the morning, I’d say we’re done here,” <- i will never think of this line the same way again. thank u for enhancing my experience of the show

“I’m going to change my clothes and order some Chinese—you know where the door is.” He dismisses her as he turns back around and continues on his way to his bedroom. <- UGH HIS INSOLENCE JESSICA JESSSIIIICCCAAAAA DONT TAKE THIS FROM HIMMM!!!!

There’s a pit in his stomach. A small part of him had hopes she’d quietly taken leave and let him be for the night. He knew this was coming eventually, he only ever gets to act out for so long. Truthfully, Harvey was expecting her to break sooner.  <-omg it's HAPPENING!!!! but omg srsly ME TOO HARVEY

Tonight however, her expression is neutral and almost unreadable, but there is a look in her eyes that Harvey has seen only a few times over their years together. So far it’s never been directed at him. It shatters him when he realises what it is. 

Resentment. <- SHE HAS BUYER'S REMORSE U DIIICCCKK!!!

She’s had virtually no reaction to him since finding out about Mike, and if he was honest with himself, it bothered him. He was acting out because of it, he wanted to get a rise out of her recently. <- UR MAKING THINGS MAKE SENNNSEEE AHHHHHH YESSSS AHHHHH!!!

The second he puffs up, Jessica stands taller.  <- YEAH YEAH!!!

“Get on your knees.” She commands, her tone indicating that she is not taking anything but obedience from him right now.

And of course, Harvey being Harvey, even with the gun to his head he tries to bargain. 

“Jess,” he starts, tone pleading. <- I'M SCREAMING I'M SCREEAAAMIGNGDNSGFDKLGNFLDSGJKLFDJSGKLFJFklsjdkjdhsajksdhjksdhaskjhdlsdh IT'S HAPPENING

Suddenly he feels her hand in his hair, and his head is being pulled back so that he’s now looking in her eyes. She bends down so that she’s a breath away from his face and speaks lowly, her voice predatory. “You have been a pain in my ass for two goddamn months. You’ve been acting like an entitled fucking brat. I’m over it— I told you weeks ago that you needed to learn your goddamn place, and since then you have challenged me at every given opportunity.” 

<- DUDE I FEEL SOOTHED!!!! HEALING IS OCCURING!!! DO U UNDERSTAND!!! WRONGS HAVE BEEN RIGHTED YES JESSICA HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACEEE1!!!

Harvey says nothing back in response, although he does stare directly into her eyes defiantly <-OMG DEFIANT IS HOW I PICTURE HIM YESSSSS

He does as he’s told, silently and swiftly heads inside to grab a belt. The entire way Harvey cursed himself for being such a pussy. He really didn’t want to do this tonight, but he just couldn’t say no to her. She ran his life. She ran him. So when she says jump, he says how high. <- OHMGMGMGMGMGG YESSSSSS!!!!!

OMG GOMGMGMGMGMGMGDNGKJDHFSHFHASJDHAKDHSAKJDHKASDHKSAHDKSAHDKSAHSDKJAHSDK CRAWLING HE'S CRAWLING

AHHHHH!!!!!!

Harvey then sits back on his heels like a puppy awaiting instruction from his owner. He’s waiting for the usual form of praise he gets after completing the task she’s given him in the past. She says nothing and Harvey fights like hell to keep his expression neutral, trying and failing miserably to hide the disappointment he felt at not being praised.  <- YEAH CAUSE U DON'T DESERVE IT!!!!!!!!! ALSO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The sound makes Jessica giggle. She finds it amusing how pitiful he is. “Such a baby,” Jessica quips quietly underneath her breath, but he heard it—she made sure of that. Harvey whimpers involuntarily again at her words.  <- AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LIVING FOR JESSICA DEGRADING HIM AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

She watches as he breathes in a sharp breath while tears form in his eyes at his lack of noise production. Holding in the moan literally brought him to tears, and Jessica wasn’t going to let that go. <- LEGIT DYING OF COURSE HE'S WEEPING OF COURSEEE!!!!! also totally vibing with jessica's pov feels so real i love how much of a loser she things he is YES FEELS RIIIGGHHHTTT

“Aw look,” Jessica tuts, lifting her finger to wipe the tear as it falls. “You are” she says matter of factly as she stares at her fingers as she rubs the moisture of his tear between her finger. “Just like a little bitch,” she grits out as she begins to move on top of him, continuing to degrade him further with each move she makes. 

DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just as he’s approaching the edge, he loses all stimulation to the area as Jessica gets off of him, leaving him high and dry. <- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

He’s always good, especially with his mouth, but tonight she didn’t want to boost his already full ego anymore. He’s arrogant enough. <- yes don't jessica do not give him ANYTHING AHHHHH!!!!

“Mediocre,” as a judgement of his performance, and all the pride he felt just two seconds before comes crashing to the ground.  <- MUSIC AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

“Bet she doesn’t even know how much of a little slut you actually are,” Jessica teases. “She doesn’t, does she?” She asks, this time expecting a response, and Harvey ever in tune with her shakes his head no, signifying that Scottie does not in fact know that Jessica can bend him to her will in this way.  <- OMG HER MOCKING HIM AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SCOTTIE YESSS AHHHHH!!!!!!

his eyes are wide and kind of sad as he lays there. She snickers at him, he looks hopeless and she lets him know as much. “You look pitiful sitting there with your puppy dog eyes willing yourself not to cum.”  <- IM IN HEAVEN AHHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHHHA HHHHA HHH AHHHHHHHH!!!

So she goes on to tease him, catching the precum dripping from his tip on her finger. "Aw, look how wet you are." <- AHHHHWEIDLHISADFJLIAEORUW3EGHJDIOWJKNDFOELWM2DJISCXODSEWJKDSJKDSJDSJKKJDSOSDOADSOPASWDIJWASJKASWHJKSDAJHKDSHJKDSJKSJKDKJSAJKNASJKNASJKNAJHBHAJBAjkhjklszdcxfclgkjiuewgh2quiosdjckfmlr;ew,dkmslcxfjdnsdnxmcskawmcdjxkishwsjk

“I’m bored,” she says,  <- MUSIC!!!!!!

“You’re a fucking pussy,” she shrugs as if she was talking about the weather. “That’s what it really boils down to— just you being a pussy,” Jessica says very matter of factly before taking a breath and continuing. “‘Cause if you weren’t pussy? You’d have quit, or made a move to take power. That’s the difference between you and Daniel, and even you and me. I had the balls to take my firm, he had the balls to rob his—but you? You’re just a whiny little baby who isn’t getting his way so he’s throwing a tantrum.” She speaks into the air in front of her, not even looking at him. “It’s why I didn’t put your name up there,” she adds, this time looking down into his eyes, knowing it’ll cut. “Because you’re simply just too much of a pussy.” 

DUDE YESSS AHHHHHHHH!!!!! also this is fitting INTO canon like it fits and canon is not being disturbed AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! also this makes everything that happens on this show with him openly crying while telling her he's gonna betray her ALL THAT MORE DELICIOUS

But not before she makes him apologise on his knees. <- im so happy for jessica. like she deserves all of this

By the time she’s done reheating the food, he’s dressed and carrying his duvet from his bedroom to bring to the couch. He then opened Netflix so they could pick a movie to watch while they ate.  <- AHHH THIS IS TOO CUTE AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Harvey laid on his back between Jessica’s legs, coming to rest his head on her torso as she fed him dumplings and spring rolls between little kisses and giggles, like a happy domestic couple. <- AHHHH!!!IEJWIledjrfhgurej3iekdfje

AHHHH!!!!

Here’s your breakfast, pussy  <- the number of times she calls him pathetic and pussy AHHHH

DUDE THANK U FOR THIS AHHHHHHH CAN U PLZ MAKE MORE PZLPZLZPLPZLPLSZPXKPOVJGHFEWDIUOJSDFLJ AHHHHH HSHSKSHAKHDKJ

NEW FIC!! NEW FIC!!!

@rvspecter here u go bby 🫶🏽

[slater-baby]

Oh I genuinely thought we were going to get the face reveal in the middle of the sex scene for some reason... like a heat of the moment kind of thing lol. Maybe Indy and Simon going at it 👁 while mantaining eye contact and all of a sudden he takes the whole mask off like DAMN ok dude. I guess that will have to live in my fantasies lol but I'm putting it out there I'm not leaving the other delusional readers alone in this one 💪🏻

ALKJDFLJKAF I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT!!!! I mean, at the risk of giving away part of my hand for tonight's chapter: tonight's events are like........some caveman type shit LKASKLJDFLAJF

IF Y'ALL THOUGHT SIMON WAS FERAL WHEN THEY FIRST STARTED DATING, WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE HOW HE ACTS IN THIS CHAPTER 💀 like, I'm really sitting here, being the one writing it like

🫣 sir where ur clothes at

ANYWAY!!! Despite how much I love torturing you guys, there is.....something interesting coming during the spicy scene tonight :) put your seat belts on cause it's gonna be a long ride tonight ❤️ (literally)

[kyuala]

partying with epex

first time writing for these boys! hope u enjoy it. any feedback is encouraged and appreciated ♡

dawit

says stuff like "this isn't hitting" and then drinks like he wants to get himself into a coma

you can physically see the immediate regret in his face once it does, in fact, hit

spends the rest of the night slurring his words trying to keep his members in check and ur like how is he STILL leading. dawit go sit down

keeps thanking you for taking care of him even when you say it's no big deal and laying his head on your shoulder so he can get his hair all up on your face and it's like sigh........he's lucky he's cute

donghyun

knows EVERYBODY and their cousin

good luck trying to cross the dancefloor with him by your side 'cause he'll be stopping to talk to somebody every other step you take like he's running a political campaign at this damn party

knows the moves to all the hit songs but mostly ignores the choreography or deliberately gets it wrong 'cause he just wants to let loose and have fun and make you laugh 🤕

he's kind of insane so one minute y'all could be dancing to girl groups and he's got the cutest smile on his face and the next he's giving you The Eyes and dragging you somewhere so y'all can make out in private

kyungmin

you'd think he'd be all shy and quiet but he's giving his all on the dancefloor and belting out the lyrics to the best hoe anthems of the past decade

annoyed when somebody brushes past him on the dancefloor even though it's packed and literally a dancefloor

still clings to you when he's taking a break from all the dancing even though he's sweaty

says he's still got energy for another hour or two but jumps at the chance of finding a place to sit with you and talk abt nothing until it's time to go home

minwoo

killing it at the dancefloor for an hour, resting for another hour, it's all about balance. keeps this routine for the whole night

that one dude who turns up wearing sunglasses inside at night (stopped letting people borrow them after donghyun stole and lost a pair)

the AMOUNT of ppl trying to flirt with this guy on the dancefloor...... insane

the way he still only has eyes for you though....... SICKENING and everybody can see it

baekseung

donghyun gave him a cup of pure water once and it's still unclear if he was acting drunk or just being himself

somehow has shown up in the background of so many party photos looking like a cryptid it's got to be a running joke at this point

keeps saying he's going to leave the party bc he just wants to go home but only leaves your side when u go to the bathroom and even then he waits right outside the door for you

holds your hand when it gets too crowded bc he's scared you'll lose him even though he's literally 8ft tall

ayden

that one guy sitting in a corner having deep ass conversations with a group of people he just met

still introduces them to you like he's known them for like 10 years

honestly just vibin the whole time. gives everybody he meets a bright ass warm smile and has been a shoulder to cry on and given advice to more people than he can count on one hand

most excited for the walk home when he gets to hold your hand and talk only to you tbh

yewang

was probably dragged to the party

you and him stay glued to the wall sipping on ur sodas rating everybody's outfits out of 10

yewang doesn't give 10s out easily, he says they're for special people only

the one time he did give somebody a 10/10 was to you and he blushed right after he said it. super cute 1000/10 if i do say so myself

jeff

has filmed every single fight he's ever witnessed break out and you can hear him giggling in the background

pretended to be drunk out of his mind and scared everybody half to death once. still looks back on this moment fondly

only shows up if ur there or if there's food tbh

your partner in crime in whatever both of you choose to do to make sure your friends will never know peace

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[goodboyriddler]

Alright I promise this is the last one maybe This is a riddler one do u remember how Eddie was basically straddling the dude just imagine that but instead of the died dude it’s u he’s straddling 👀👀👀 I have two ideas for this scenario….

1- u saw eddie kill the dude and he catches u by doing the same thing and of course ur crazy so u think it’s lowkey hot and u start flirting with him he’s like 🧍and u flip him over

2- Eddie trying to be a hard dom but is failing miserably so u hold his hips and start to rock him back and forth….u know the rest 😏

Btw besite u dont have to do these ideas I just wanna give u some inspiration, Love ya too mwah mwah 😌

I love sub eddie

Teasing sub Edward in his riddler costume... thinking . Why not both<3 a little something w gn dubious vigilante reader teaching him how really it's done.

"I thought you were supposed to be a serial killer." You smirk as you gaze up to the breathing masked man above you. His grip pinning your wrists down the floor tightens at your words. "Make me tremble in fear?"

You can see him trembling, those eyes behind the clear glasses watching you as he has you underneath you. His weight keeps you down but he's still rattled up by you interrupting him.

You certainly didn't appreciate someone else getting to the mayor first but the show he had put on for you- blissed body as he moaned, throwing his head back, shivering in ecstasy- made you forgive him. You could practically see his body drip with excitement. You weren't sure if he was going to take himself out and jerk off when his hand had gone to his belt, actually. Inexperienced, sloppy, almost erratic, driven by lust. Aw. Baby's first kill.

First time? You had hummed when he had finished and his body had gone tense. He had turned to you, almost in fear being caught red handed. You knew he used the element of surprise instead of strength. And now somebody had been watching him all this time sitting on the armchair on the corner of the room.

You laugh at his face, testing his gloved hands digging into your wrists. Hm, seems it's your turn to be underneath him, to be strandled down into the wooden floor. And he knows you are not taking him seriously, not even with that outfit. It did made him hotter, sure, you weren't going to deny you liked a challenge. You like pretending he had control on you. Let him have this for a little while longer, it's his first time after all.

"Shut up!" He says, and you love how his high-pitch voice waivers.

You smirk, before thrusting your hips into him. Oh, so he was hard underneath those heavy clothes. You hear his breath hitchening, a small moan escaping him as his grip in your wrists lessens to steady himself instead to not fall on top of you.

"S-stop moving!" His grip falters as he lets go off you just to get away from you like you had burned him. Like he's afraid of the touch. "Or I'm going to kill you."

You snort.

"Let me show you how it's done." You said, your hands go to grip his shoulders, he tenses, before you're flipping him over with all your force.

He goes down the floor with a loud thud, lightly hitting his head and disorienting him. Your thighs pinning him down. You can feel his chest heaving underneath your hands and you sit on his lap, looking down at him. And you laugh. God, this is so much fucking fun.

"Lesson number one. Restrain your victim-" You grab his duc tape from his belt, you pin his hands above him while binding him up. You give him a little grin." Properly, of course."

He begins to struggle against his restrains but you just grind down on him, shushing him up. Maybe tonight it is his first time in a lot of things if he's that affected this easily. You see the eyes behind the clear glasses fluttering while he trashes away. You wait a moment as you watch him before speaking again.

"You looked so good back there, moaning." You giggle, your hands going to undo his heavy green jacket, and unbuckle his utility belt, while you're still moving against him. "Let me see if I can do something better."

"A-ah! What are you-?" He whines, the mask his wearing making him pant and you can feel his hard cock straining his baggy clothes.

"Lesson two. Put them on their place."

You smirk, your hand finally finding skin and your palm goes underneath his clothes. He arches his back and whines when it goes down past his waistband and into his boxers.

You hum as you start to stroke his already leaking hard cock in your fist. His legs slide in the wooden floor, heavy boots resounding in the room. He groans behind that mask, his clear glasses fogging up and his entire body is shaking.

"And lesson three. Make them beg for their lives."