#i know i used to be able to handle multiple things at once

[ghostwitchboy]

So great that you're able to see light and sunshine coming out the world's ass for you. I've been actively fighting my depression for over a decade and have done everything I can to not succumb and guess what, everything good, even the little things, are still being ripped away from me systematically.

I was making progress. I was able to eat food without feeling sick for days. I was able to sleep normally. Some days were bad still but I could do things most of the time. I was back in school. Sure, things were rough, like my work study job was constantly cutting my hours till I could only afford the gas to get to school and not much else, let alone not being able to save, and I finally managed to leave my abusive relationship with someone who drained me dry emotionally, financially and in so many other ways and just so many things in my desperate escape from them. But I had support of friends and my granparents, who knew all of the trials and Horrors I've been through, the abuse by both partners and parents, the homelessness caused by both, the chronic illnesses I've never been able to look into because I've been too poor and to sick to try without insurance or travel.

So things were getting better in small ways, right? Ignore the news, finding out every day more of my rights are being stripped away, do my best to document the Nazi and fascist things going on in my government without being depressed about it, ignore the multiple genocides whenever it becomes to much to handle, resist by surviving and being happy when I'm too ill to go to protests and too broke to donate to relief funds, right? As long as these small good things keep happening, there's reason to have hope right?

And then my granparents told me they were done with me and once again I'm having to face homelessness with no net. My civil rights are being repealed and my identity erased by the fascists in power while I look at the requirements I don't meet to receive aid from homeless shelters and services because I wasn't fired from a job, I was a student who chose not to take summer classes and I'm not actively looking for one anymore because while I could spend hundreds of hours applying to jobs that don't actually exist, even if they did exist, they won't even give me an interview because my application is tossed out the minute their filters catch that I don't check mark the boxes saying I'm able and willing to stand for 8+ hours and carry heavy loads (I know because I did that for nearly a year before saying fuck it go back to school), therefore have control over my employment and and I'm disqualified from most aid. Or they require Medicaid, which I filed for back in November nearly a year ago and "Oh, you know they're just a mess right now, be patient", but since I don't have it in also disqualified from aid. And I never had the money to get full proper ADHD or ASD diagnoses and even when I got partially diagnosed in hs, my parents did everything they could to suppress it so The Family looked good, so I can't adult for federal disability, which also won't even spit in my directive because I was able to hold a semblance of a job or schooling in the past 5 years and routinely uses fake or dead jobs to justify denying people who've been applying for years. I have no car and can't get one because I have no money (literally only have$150ish left) and banks don't give loans to jobless homeless people with no equity. Every friend who cares about my wellbeing is living with their parents and living paycheck to paycheck and I cannot be a burden on them.

So not only is every big thing going wrong, but so is every little thing. And a half-spoken-word poetry piece of a song written by a fed and housed white man from Scotland four years ago telling me to get out of bed bc "beds are for sleeping and masturbating, and you've had about as much as the human body can take of either of those things" isn't going to magically make my bones not ache and space appear for me to exist in without fear or having to let go of every material possession I have because the gods know people hate the concept of someone who's homeless holding onto the belongings they've collected over their lifetime because that's too much dignity for that station of life to be allowed. No amount of jaunty "dah dah dah"s are gonna magically make every day worth living when every year, nearly every month or week now, things are getting worse and I'm more likely to be murdered for being trans than to ever own even an apartment at this point.

So fuck right off with your, "You're just in your early 20s, not everyone younger than 40 is hopeless, just look at the bugs, it'll be okay! :D" bullshit. I've tried that.

And now I'm running late for packing up my belongings, because the only good news I've had recently is that a friend was able to convince her mom to let me store some of my life in her attic and I'm working on a tight schedule to pack it up despite my aching joints and sore muscles and severe hopelessness because I'm goingto be 27 in a week and I'm still in the same place, still without a home, and people are more intent to ignore everything than to fucking do something about it for those of us who aren't as lucky.

[trust-is-a-dangerous-thing]

141 Guys When Their Partner is on Their Period <3

Because I just started my period today, my stomach hurts, and I can't take a nap because I have a few chapters of insurance stuff I gotta take notes on---so I want to be a little delusional about some of my favorite characters Side Note: In Ghost's portion I mention women specifically but everything else is gender neutral, other than obviously reader is afab since this is specifically period related

Price has probably been married and then divorced at least once, so he knows how to deal with any symptoms you might have. Cramps? He has a heating pad and medicine. Headaches? More medicine and a cool rag. Emotions going everywhere? He's stocked up on tissues. Cravings? His car is full on gas, just tell him what you want. During this time he'll give you your space, unless you ask him to stick around, and he'll generally take over all of the housework just so you don't have to worry about it---laundry, dishes, groceries, cleaning, he's got it all covered. And if you want him to lay in bed with you and cuddle, he is more than happy to spend the day laying around with you by his side. He'll spend all day letting you use him as a pillow, nuzzling into his chest and muttering about how much it sucks, and he'll tell you that he's sorry he can't take the pain away from you and that he's right there for you if you need anything, and that he's not leaving anytime soon.

Ghost doesn't really have a lot of experience when it comes to periods and it shows. He grew up with his dad and his brother and...that's about it. I'd also imagine his "experience" with women is limited solely to one night stands, maybe a week-or-two long flings (that are probably just mainly sex tbh), so...yeah, he has no fucking idea what to do when you get your period. You are 100% gonna have to tell him what you want/need, and BE SPECIFIC because he isn't gonna know wtf you're talking about at first---like, if you ask him to go buy you a heating pad, there's a 50/50 chance he's gonna be in the feminine hygiene section of the store looking for electric pads. He will do literally anything to make sure you're comfortable, but you are gonna have to ask him to do those things because he won't know what to do otherwise, and also...I'm sorry to say it, but this man is NOT gonna be able to handle your emotional rollercoasters well---he's going to be wayyyy out of his depth there, so just be prepared for him to be a deer in headlights on that one.

Soap is going to be smothering you with love the second you get your period, he is not leaving your side for anything (except maybe some snacks for both of you if you can't get out of bed). He'll be there as your personal cuddle toy, he'll massage your stomach and any other part of you that's aching, if you get really emotional he'll be there to hold you and comfort you while you cry, he's there whispering reassurances, all that sort of stuff. If you're the type who loves physical affection while you're on your period, you'll be in heaven, but if you hate it then you're going to have to tell him that, otherwise you're going to be in hell. If you tell him you don't want to be touched, he will respect that (he might be a little sad, but he will respect it), and he'll try to support you in any other way he can---he'll put on your favorite movies, order your favorite foods, get you all the blankets and stuffed animals you could possibly want, etc..

Gaz is one of those guys that is always prepared for when his partner gets their period---anytime you go out together, he always has one or two pads/tampons as well as a bag of wet wipes; he keeps the kitchen stocked with all your favorite snacks and drinks, and he is 100% prepared to make as many trips out as possible if you're craving something specific; he has multiple heating pads with multiple settings and weights, even some stuffed animal heating pads you can cuddle with when he's not there; he's the one cleaning the bloody sheets if it happens during the night, and he's running you a bath with epson salt and telling you not to worry about a thing. He definitely goes into Protect and Provide mode when you get on your period, all the other stuff covers the "provide" part of that, but he also gets insanely protective---he will fight your boss and/or college if they won't give you time off, if anyone is mean to you (or even just slightly rude) he is defending your honor like a knight, if you leave the house he is right by your side 24/7. He will literally do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.

[corameiwrites]

𖦹 i want somebody to want 𖦹

pair: jason todd x gn!reader

plot: When you turn 21, the name of your soulmate appears on your forearm. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and Jason Todd never thought he would have one. 

wc: 2k

authors note: I remember reading in a fic somewhere about the Wayne Scholarship, and I forgot who/where I read it exactly, so credit to them whoever they are. Also, some characters may seem a little ooc and tbh I don't really care. I had fun writing this which is all that matters, and I hope you have fun reading it!

pt. 2

The place Dick had dragged Jason to wasn’t all that bad, considering it was located in Blüdhaven. Unless it was near the University area, there was always something sinister and more corrupt happening under the alcohol, vomit, and blood-stained floors of Gotham bars. Normally no amount of bribery or guilting could make him voluntarily dress up and go out drinking with his older brother, but today was not normal. 

It was his twenty-first birthday. 

Meaning that by 11:59 tonight, if a name didn’t appear somewhere on one of his arms, he was destined to be alone. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and realistically, after all the shit he’s been through, Jason Todd never thought he would have one. Despite that, there was some sort of dread slowly filling his body the more he thought about it. Maybe it was that small flame of the little boy he used to be—before Robin and the Bat and the Joker—igniting at the chance of finally having one. It was the same boy who would trace his parents’ names on their wrist, asking them to tell him once more how they met, what they felt seeing the names appear on their skin. Unfortunately, that little boy would be let down yet again by the end of the night. 

His plans had originally been to stay in his main apartment (the one where he stored all his books and indulged in a comfy couch), buy a 6-pack of the cheapest beer and get drunk alone. That was ruined, however, when he received multiple annoying texts from Dick, begging to go out for drinks tonight, specifying multiple times that it would be on him. Jason told himself the only reason he agreed was for the free drinks and to keep himself from checking his forearm every five goddamn seconds (a night out with Richard Grayson was known to be entertaining and unpredictable).

If it was Dicks plan to get Jason blackout drunk, he was doing a pretty good job of it. After agreeing he would be the designated driver, Dick had laid back on the drinks and only taken 3 of the five rounds of shots they had already ordered. Jason was opening up bit by bit, reminiscing on their childhood together. By his fifth shot, smiling seemed to come easier to Jason. 

Currently, they were both watching the flatscreen hung behind the bar showing a news channel covering Batman and Robin putting an end to another bank robbery. 

Dick pointed at the screen. “Damian learned that move from me.” 

“No, I taught him that.” 

“I’m the one who taught you that move when you were younger, big dummy,” Dick teased. 

“Oh, I forgot.” Jason's tone lost its joking edge, and Dick looked over at him. “You know,” he continued almost somberly. “Ever since coming back, I seem to forget a lot of things.” 

His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as Batman jumped out a window in pursuit of the bad guy. Robin shouted after him.

“You’ve been through hell and back, Todd. Normal people wouldn’t have been able to handle it the way you did.” 

“No, you see, that's the thing.” Jason's voice was frustrated, his previous smiles gone. His brows furrowed the longer he ranted. “I’m not normal. I cycle through apartments and bunkers like crazy to help me lay low. I sleep in until 3 pm and I put a helmet on to chase down crazy guys with guns for hours at night. The public knows me as some traumatized kid who somehow survived a terrorist attack.” He pauses to take a gulp of beer, slamming the glass onto the bar, lifting his arm to wipe his mouth. Dick watched his jacket slip down his arm.

“Jason–”

“I don’t have a home, I don’t have a stable routine, I don’t even have life insurance!” Dick had somehow managed to get the former deceased and outlaw brother of his drunk and ranting about life. And the worst part? Nobody was ever going to believe him.

“Jason,” Dick puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, gripping him like a vice. His eyes never left his arm. “Your soulmate.”

Both of them are silent for a moment. Jason sighs, shaking his head. 

“Damn, you're good at this.Yeah, it's about the soulmate thing.”

“You fucking idiot,” Dick slaps him on the back of his head. “Look at your arm!” 

Dick watched as Jason stared him in the eyes, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what his brother was insinuating. When he finally looked down, it was comedic the way his eyes bulged at the fresh ink on his left arm. Dick tried his best to keep his excitement at bay, biting back his proud smile. His grumpy, tough, and borderline psychotic little brother had a soulmate. After a couple more seconds of silence, Jason cursed under his breath.

“I’m too sober for this,” Jason mumbled, chugging down the rest of his beer.  

Dick laughs, waving the bartender over and handing him a card to close their tab. Jason slams the empty cup down, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I have a soulmate.”

“Yeah man, congratulations!” Dick pats his brother on the back, but recoils at Jason turning abruptly and staring him dead in the eye. 

“I have a soulmate.”

“I…yeah, you do bud.”

“...I have a soulmate.” He repeats, annunciating each word, as if he can’t believe it. “I need to find them,” Jason says, standing and walking towards the exit of the bar. 

“Woah, Jason–” Dick hurriedly stands, apologetically yelling for the bartender and grabbing his card. Rushing outside, he sees Jason recklessly crossing the street to the parking lot. “Slow down!” 

Jason stands awkwardly next to Richard Grayson's blue convertible, clambering over the door and into the passenger seat. Dick watches from across the street, shaking his head with a smile, making his way to the car. He couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed with Jasons drunken behavior. 

Hopping in the driver's seat, Dick puts the keys into the ignition. “Alright loverboy, where are we going?”

“The mansion,” Jason struggles to get his seatbelt on (Dick intervenes). “The Batcave’s computer can find anyone.”

“Huh. That’s actually really smart considering you're drunk.” 

“I’m not. Just shut up and drive.”

Dick laughs, hitting the gas pedal and doing as he was told.

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Bruce was home early, having quickly left the bank robbers tied up as Gordons responsibility. Currently, he was sitting in the library going over a case file. Damian had already gone to bed when he had gotten an alert of a vehicle coming up the manor's driveway. He checked the security cameras in the garage and was shocked to see his eldest rushing to the passenger side of the car to stop his sluggish brother from falling out. At first, Bruce had thought that he was poisoned or impaired in some way. He called for Alfred, asking him to prepare the medical rooms to tend to Jason. A few short minutes later, he heard faint voices approaching. 

“I used to live here before I died, I know where I’m going.”

“Clearly not, we passed the entrance already.”

“The old man has a sensor on that door. We need to take the entrance in one of the bookshelves, they don’t notify him when someone enters.”  No one but Alfred was supposed to know that. 

“I doubt it’ll matter, he’s out fighting crime with—oh shit!” Bruce watched through his freakish peripheral vision as two figures hurriedly backed away from the doorway of the library. “Code Bat! Code Bat!” Dicks voice had dropped to a whisper, though not so quiet that Bruce couldn’t hear. 

“B’s here?” A head with a white streak of hair popped through the doorway before quickly vanishing. “Oh no.” 

“It’s only 11:45, what is he doing lounging around?”

Bruce chuckled quietly, now coming to the realization that they weren’t drugged or in danger; they were just drunk. Jason especially, which made sense. Quietly, he sent Alfred a message telling him to disregard the request. He feigned ignorance to their presence, going as far as flipping pages of the case file in his lap while they bickered, attempting to formulate a plan. Listening in to their not very secretive conversation, Bruce deduced that they had come to find Jason's soulmate on the Bat computer. It was his 21st afterall, and why else would he come drunkenly to the home he tried so hard to stay away from? Bruce found himself smiling for the boy. He had been through so much, and he deserved to have some good in his life. He only hoped that whoever they were, they took care of him in places where Bruce failed. 

Sighing exaggeratedly, he stood, stretched and slowly made his way to the doorway, listening as the two brothers hushed. He allowed himself one last second of respite before wiping the smile off his face and walking out into the dark hallway. Dick stood alone, leaning against the wall and whistling. He turned his head, seeing Bruce standing, observing him. 

“Oh, hey Bruce! I’ve been looking for you.” Dick pushed off the wall, going to stand next to his Father. “I thought I’d visit, wait for you to get home, but you’re here!”

“What do you need?” 

“Oh nothing much,” taking Bruce's arm, he began to drag him in the opposite direction, past the library. “I just got nostalgic, and wanted to take a trip down memory lane with my Pops.” 

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Like I said, I was feeling nostalgic!”

Dick rattled on, leading him down the dark halls, and Bruce noticed Jason slipping into the library. He smiled, turning his attention back to his eldest. He couldn’t find himself to be angry about his sons keeping secrets from him. If he felt anything about tonight's endeavor, it was disappointment. Bruce Wayne had taught his sons to be sneakier than they had been tonight. 

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Jason, in his drunken haste, had almost tripped down the short flight of steps leading to the massive computer. He couldn't really blame the alcohol though—it was his fault for looking down at his arm every couple seconds, as though the black ink would fade away before he ever found out who you were. Even if it did, he had already committed the name to memory.

He knew how many letters were in your name, the number of syllables in the different parts of it. Despite this, he hadn’t yet spoken it out loud. For the last 30 minutes of his life, every breath he took held a certain weight to it, and the beating of his heart had persisted to be about 120 beats per minute.

He blamed it on the alcohol, but logically he knew the reason.

 That little boy—the one he thought was dead and buried—was coming back to life, crawling his way out of the depths of Jason and settling into his gut. 

His hand shook as he typed the name, every click of the keyboard ringing dully in his skull. Inhaling deeply, Jason hesitated for only a moment before clicking enter. Your name popped up surprisingly quickly, specifically registered under the “Wayne Scholarship” file.

His hand moved by its own volition and the link was clicked, a government ID popping up on the display. 

Staring up at the photo of you in awe, his eyes flickered to the name and back to the photo, unbelieving that this was you. Your simple beauty was evident even through the low quality government ID.

He stared for a while, just taking in you. It was a little odd looking at the huge screen, knowing that you two were made for each other. The thought only made his heart speed up even more. 

Digging into your file, he finds that you’re 20 and won’t be turning 21 for another seven months. The knowledge that he knows and you don’t makes him nauseous.

Clenching the edge of the table, he remembers that the reason he found you so quick was due to the Wayne Scholarship. You moved to Gotham for your third year of college to attend Gotham University, with most of the tuition paid for as long as you agree to stay away from any and all crime. Suddenly, he had found another reason to be thankful that Bruce was filthy rich. Your current residence was an old apartment complex in the University area, which was for the most part, free of crime. The more information he got from Bruce Wayne's files, the more his stomach fluttered. 

That little boy was practically jumping up and down inside of him, chanting over and over again, “I knew it! I knew we would have a soulmate!”. As the information sunk in, he began to shake more violently, and he felt like his legs were barely holding his weight. In fear of throwing up or collapsing on the floor (or both), he fell backwards into Bruce's chair. A tear slid down Jason’s cheek, and then another, and another. 

For the first time in a long time, Jason Todd sobbed.

[rafesangelita]

♡ ex-bf!rafe breaks in through your window

warnings: dark content ahead!! (you have been warned and there is a cut before this fic starts!! you are responsible for the media and content you consume), cnc, knife play, rough handling, rafe is masked, death threats, degradation, fingering, restraining, slapping, hair pulling, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby trapping threats, breeding kink, use of a safe word, aftercare, light fluff

a/n: inspired by this gif and this photo ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⤙ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

wc: 2.3k

rafe loved to watch you sleep, the natural pout of your lips always making him trace a gentle finger along your cupid’s bow. with your eyelashes dusting the tops of your cheeks, you’d stir softly once you felt your bed dip beside you, an unknown weight now sitting at the edge of your bed. your blanket was resting just below the soft curves of your ass, your babydoll nightgown serving no purpose in concealing you from the dark eyes of your now ex-boyfriend.

rafe managed to wait until your little lamp flickered off in your bedroom before he pulled his mask over his face and successfully snuck in through your window without so much as making a sound. he crept upstairs with a knife in his hand, his mind reeling at the thought of dragging the cold steel against your skin. he was never one to just accept things for what they were, and after tonight he knew that he’d once and for all get his sick and demented point across to you.

lifting the frilly lace trim of your gown, rafe felt his cock stir in his pants when he saw that you weren’t wearing any panties.. almost like you were waiting for him to do this. although he had no problem drawing blood, rafe slipped off his gloves, running the tip of his knife down your thigh ever so gently so he wouldn’t actually cut you. after all, you were his beloved little sheep. the sensation made you stir once more, your eyes fluttering open as you finally awakened from your peaceful slumber.

before you could scream at the sight of the masked man sitting right in front of you, rafe moved fast and clamped a hand over your mouth before holding his knife to your throat. “shut the fuck up.” you whimpered against his palm as rafe decided to straddle your legs so you couldn’t get away from him. you were frozen in fear, the pure unadulterated terror in your eyes only turning him on further. “make another sound and i’ll end you right here.” he said through gritted teeth.

you blinked, your eyes brimming with tears. with rafe dressed in all black everything, you couldn’t make out any of his features in the darkness of your room. despite not being able to see him, you could recognize that chilling voice anywhere. slowly retracting his hand from your face, you let out a shaky breath once he took the knife away from your neck. “i didn’t want things to go down this way, but you left me no choice, baby.” rafe stroked the side of your face, using his thumb to wipe away any stray tears that might’ve rolled down your cheeks.

“seeing you sleep so good without me hurts my feelings, you know that? here you are sleeping like a baby while i’ve been up for days just coming up with this plan to finally see you again.” he slipped off his jacket, revealing his arms to you while your hands stayed glued to your sides. “i-i’m so sorry!” you whispered, your trembling voice feeding his ego like no other. “yeah, you’re gonna be.” he leaned down, running the tip of his nose along the column of your throat before breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo.

you shivered once you felt his hands trail down your arms, his fingertips skimming across your flesh before he hiked up your nightgown so it pooled at your waist. he cursed at the sight of your bare cunt, his eyes flickering up to see your teary gaze already looking down at him. “you must’ve known i’d be seeing you soon, s’that why you aren’t wearing anything underneath?” he smiled, spreading your thighs apart. you turned away, your cheeks heating as you felt exposed in this position.

suddenly you felt a slap, a yelp falling from your lips as you held your cheek in shock. “answer me when i ask you a fucking question.” he ripped what was left of your grown, discarding the sheer material and leaving you naked underneath him. “no! no, i didn’t know you were going to get in here!” you cried, your breath hitching in your throat when he trailed his fingers between your folds. threading his fingers in your hair, rafe tugged you forward, forcing you to look down to where his other hand started working on your clit.

“you’re gonna watch me finger this pretty pussy, you understand? ‘show you that you miss this shit.” your hips moved away from him in a poor attempt to stop his ministrations but it just pissed him off. spreading your pretty lips, rafe pinched your sensitive bundle of nerves, a shriek emitting from your mouth at the sudden shockwaves of both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. “what did i tell you i would do if you made another sound?” he warned, rubbing hard circles on your clit in order to try and get you to scream again.

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on the poor flesh as rafe filled you up with two of his digits, your eyes rolling back at the added penetration. he was ruthless on your poor cunt, delivering a harsh slap to your clit every time your eyes threatened to screw shut. rafe saw the way your nails dug crescents into your palms, your arms shaking ever so slightly as you fought the urge to push him away at the overwhelming feeling.

with his digits hitting that soft spot inside of you, and his thumb working mercilessly on your clit, it was all simply just too much. finally, you couldn’t help but shut your thighs around his wrist, your slick walls clenching around his fingers. “you’re so fucking pathetic, just look at you. ‘still trying to act like you don’t want this when you’re drenched.” you whined when he forced your legs open once again, this time popping his digits into his mouth to lick them clean.

“it hurts..” you shuddered, flinching once he lifted a hand to grab you by your chin. “good.” he grumbled, unbuckling his pants before dragging you up on your knees so you were on all fours. rafe handled you like you were nothing but a puppet to him, his fist balling up in your hair while his cock sprung up against his stomach. you gasped softly at the sight, your lips already swollen from how hard you were biting down on them. “m’gonna fuck the same mouth that said i was too mean, ‘watch how how you take my cock down your throat the way i trained you to.”

you didn’t get a chance to object before he was dragging his leaking tip across your lips, prompting you to stick your tongue out for him. pulling your hair so your chin was facing up, rafe groaned as the head of his length met the warm, wet, muscle of your tongue before he slid halfway in with ease. instinctively, you moaned around the intrusion, your teary eyes blinking up at him through your eyelashes as he continued forcing himself down your throat.

you gripped the sheets beneath you as he filled you inch by agonizing inch, your throat constricting around him once he bottomed out, the tip of your nose now kissing his pubic bone. holding your head in place, rafe didn’t give you any time to adjust to the stretch before he pulled out just enough to make you whimper once he slid back in, this time drawing a lewd wet squelch to emit from your throat and bounce off of the walls of your bedroom.

“fuckkk,” he laughed, his head rolling to the side, “see? see how good i taught you how to take my cock?” you whimpered, your jaw turning slack as he started thrusting his hips into your already sore throat. the sounds that followed his movements were nothing short of obscene, the lewdness of it all making you feel slightly embarrassed. he continued pulling your mouth up and down his length until you started bobbing your head by yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in discomfort when he leaned down and took a handful of your ass.

with his hips pistoning in and out of your lips, you couldn’t help the squeal that tumbled from your throat when he delivered a harsh smack to your flesh, your cheeks wet as he watched you cry. your tears only fueled him to pick up his pace, your hands flying up to grip his hoodie. pulling out with a groan, rafe spun you around so your face was pressed down into your sheets. with one hand gripping the soft skin of your hip, you cried out when he forced himself inside of your needy cunt. pulling his hoodie off, rafe threw the material to the side so it was long forgotten on the floor, his fingertips holding onto you with a death grip.

he was absolutely demolishing you right now. losing all ability to form a coherent thought or sentence, you blabbered nonsense as rafe fucked you with no regard. “taking me so fucking good, ‘bet you just love it when i break you in like this, huh? you’re nothing but a cock drunk slut,” he groaned, “you look so brainless right now, there’s nothing going on up there in that pretty head of yours.” he laughed, his words making you whine. rafe was too good at this, you felt like you were hanging on by a thread and you hadn’t even had your first orgasm of the night yet.

leaning down, rafe wrapped a hand around the back of your neck before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, both of you moaning at the contact. “you okay?” rafe broke character for a quick second, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you shakily let out a ‘m-mhmm!’ cursing under his breath, rafe snaked a hand around your waist before stroking your clit with fervor. “o-oh god— rafe!” you hiccuped, your thighs trembling with sensitivity as you laid helplessly beneath him.

you were completely at his mercy, a sob ripping itself from your throat as you went limp, the band in your tummy snapping with an intensity that had you shrieking into your palm. seeing you come undone and lose yourself on his cock was his favorite sight, your writhing form trembling from his skilled hips still slamming in and out of your own. rafe ignored your sharp gasps and pleas for him to slow down until your knees gave out from under you and your tummy met your bed.

you were such a fucked out mess already, rafe couldn’t help but stroke your cheek as he turned you over. “i need to see this pretty face when i pound your pussy in..” he groaned, slotting himself between your thighs. you wished you could see rafe’s face instead of his ski mask, but when you saw his lips curve into a smug grin, you eagerly pulled him down into another kiss as his cock rested hot and heavy on your stomach. he was rough, his teeth nipping your bottom lip before his tongue found yours.

“i’m not stopping until i see more tears run down these cheeks..” rafe whispered against your lips, your eyebrows knitting in confusion before he clamped a hand over your mouth. running his sticky tip along your glossy folds, you waited with a bated breath as he teased your clit. just as you sighed through your nose, rafe slid into you without warning, the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix sent you screaming, the sound being muffled by his hand.

you were just a few thrusts away from tapping out completely, your safe word sitting at the tip of your tongue. rafe could sense your breaking point, your eyes gleaming with desperation for him to finish. with shaky hands, you held onto rafe’s shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist as he grunted against your skin. he was so fucking close, he could feel your walls squeezing around him, ready to take everything he had. just then, his pubic bone started slamming against your clit, the action making you cry out.

“i’m gonna pump you full of my cum, ‘make you have my babies so you could never leave me,” he threatened, “make you all round and pretty with my seed.” you were crying now, your second orgasm ripping through you more harshly than the first. “red!” you sobbed, tapping his chest as an indication for him to stop. rafe was quick to stop his movements, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as his hips stuttered, both of you gasping once you felt the warmth of his cum spill into you.

rafe shushed you, his demeanor immediately changing as he finally took the mask off, his lips trailing soft kisses along the underside of your jaw. “shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips, “you did so good for me, baby.” he praised, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt absolutely spent. “was it too much?” he asked concerned. you shook your head, reassuring him with a peck on the cheek. “nonono— it was perfect, i’m okay.” rafe sighed in relief, his forehead resting against your own.

“the knife was a little scary, though..” you giggled, moaning softly when he pulled out and collapsed on top of you. feeling his weight like this was so comforting to you, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his broad figure and cling to him in your post-orgasm bliss. “yeah? should i leave it out next time?” rafe felt himself growing sleepy with every stroke of your soft hand on his back.

“..no, i liked it.”

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc

big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader

🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸

🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸

🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸

🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸

🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸

🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …

He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸

🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸

🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸

🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Please...

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary- “Please,” she once again begs, “ I want you not him. Make me yours, please.” Wanda removes her head from your shoulder to look at your eyes with a new look of desire and lust. She somehow moves her lips closer to yours without them touching, knowing that if they touched, neither of you would be able to stop.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Implied/reference cheating, Fluff and Smut, Strap ons, Rough sex, Dom/sub undertones, Multiple orgasms, Fingering

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List

W/c- 1.5k

“We need to stop,” Wanda quietly whispered as her lips ghosted yours. You currently had her pinned to the wall, a knee between her legs, yours mouths millimetres apart as you panted against each other. “Vision is going to propose to me,” she painfully said while closing her eyes to avoid the look on your face.

“That didn’t stop you from proposing that I fuck you last night,” you murmur at the shell of her ear, hearing her breath hitch at your words. “Especially in the bed you share with him. The father of your children, the man who doesn’t deserve, never deserved you.”

“Please…” she whimpers placing her head on your shoulder as she still remain trapped between you and the wall.

“Please what?” you softly say, “Leave? Tell me to go and I’ll go. You know I’d never hurt you.”

“Please,” she once again begs, “ I want you not him. Make me yours, please.” Wanda removes her head from your shoulder to look at your eyes with a new look of desire and lust. She somehow moves her lips closer to yours without them touching knowing that if they touched, neither of you would be able to stop.

“Are you sure?” you faintly say while staring into those green eyes you could get lost in. “There’s no going back,” you warn as there’s a lot she’s giving up or changing for you. She answers your question by crashing her lips to yours like she’s been starved of this intimacy for years. A low groan escapes your lips as her hands wrap around the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your hands find her hips and press her more into the wall making her moan. Suddenly you lift her up and hold her against the wall as her legs wrap around your waist, the friction against her clothed core making her break away from the kiss with a gasp. Threading her hands into your hair as you pepper kisses along her jaw and neck, you push off the wall with one hand and move around your apartment. You stumble through the living room while stubbing your toe making her chuckle against your skin and eventually make it towards your bedroom. Well your bedroom door.

“Fuck,” she gasps out as you push her against the door and practically rip her shirt off her body. Her hands fumble for the end of your shirt and eventually pulls it over your head. “Bedroom. Now,” she rasps out between heated kisses making you fumble with the door handle. Quickly, the door swings open making you almost fall into the room but you keep steady with the help of her magic. You move towards the bed and gently place her on there before swiftly climbing on top of her and crashing your lips to hers once again.

“Tell me what you want,” you mutter along the skin of her neck as you make your way down to her bra covered chest. You nip at the top of her breasts making her back arch giving you the perfect opportunity to unclasp her bra before throwing it somewhere in your room.

“Fuck me please,” she whimpers out while her nails scratch down your back making you groan around one of her nipples. You gaze upwards to see her eyes closed in pleasure as you continue to suck and lick at her sensitive flesh.

“You have to be more specific love,” you taunt out while letting go of a breast with a loud pop. A quiet whine leaves her lips at your words as you know she gets embarrassed asking you for things but you also know how wet it makes her. “Come on love, use your words.”

“Please fuck me with your fingers, mouth, cock! Just fuck me please!” She whimpers beneath you and you move back up her body to kiss her with this new sense of desire. You pull back slightly to pant against her lips while looking up to see her green eyes blown with lust and want causing a smirk to appear on your face.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” you purr out while moving back down her body, leaving marks now as you don’t care if Vision sees them. “No one will be able to fuck you as good as me,” you murmur at the waist band of her jeans. In one quick motion, you pull down her jeans and underwear in one go leaving her bare beneath you and to gasp as the cold air connecting with her exposed core.

“Holy shit,” Wanda moans out as the feeling of your hot breath causing a wave of arousal to wash over her. You don’t waste anytime teasing her as you both just want each other. You attach your lips to her clit making her moan loudly and run a finger up and down her folds, gathering her wetness. Before sliding your finger in you pull away from her soaking cunt and look at her directly in the eyes while sucking her juices off your finger, moaning at the taste of her.

“You taste delicious my love,” you mumble out before returning to her clit and sliding a finger into her dripping core. A low groan leaves her lips as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her before adding another one. You can feel her walls slightly stretch around them and decide to add another one making her back arch once again. You pick up the pace of pumping your fingers in and out of her causing her to whimper at the feeling while also moaning into her, the vibrations sending a different pleasurable feeling through her.

“Please, I’m so close,” she begs, her accent thick and sultry. You smirk into her core before sucking and licking harder at her clit while curling your fingers at her g-spot making her instantly cry out. You feel her legs shaking besides your head before moving to wrap around your back and neck, holding you in place as she crashes head first into an orgasm. Her whole body tenses and she lets out a string of moan before going limp in your hold as she recovers from her first orgasm.

“Good girl,” you praise while gently pressing your lips to hers, a whine escaping her at the taste of herself. The kiss remains gentle until her hips start grinding up into yours making you groan at the contact. You pull away abruptly to strip yourself of your clothes and you quickly grab the strap on from your bedside table. “Do you still want this?” you mutter against her lips while bracing yourself on one arm above her.

“Yes, please just fuck me,” her tone desperate as you pull on the toy as quick as you can. Her nails return to you back leaving red marks as you slowly press the toy into her. As soon as she’s adjusted to the size, you start to thrust your hips into her and lean down to take a nipple back into your mouth. You switch breasts before pulling back to sit on your knees, moving her legs to go over your shoulders making her scream out in pleasure. “Fuck right there please!” she groans out as you snap your hips into her repeatedly, the force of your thrusts making the whole bed shake. With how brutal you are fucking her, it doesn’t take long for Wanda to once again come but this time you don’t let her ride out her high before pushing her over the edge once again.

“How pathetic must he be if a piece of plastic can please you better?” you tease out while slowing your thrusts down so she can catch her breath. “And I didn’t even need to touch your clit,” you mutter while kissing along her chest and moving upwards to meet her lips. “You did so well for me my love,” you whisper while kissing her forehead, still buried deep inside her. “Can you do one more?” You feel her nod against you but you remind her to use her words.

“Yes,” she breathlessly says and that’s all you need to flip the two of you over. A sinful moan leaves her lips as she straddles your waist, the toy never leaving her cunt as you switched positions. Slowly, you guide her hips on your lap as you move to sit up so you can kiss her once again.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” you praise her again and again as you notice how her face flushes even more at the praise. Gently, you move your hand to circle her sensitive clit and help her reach her final orgasm of the night. You muffle the moans that escape her before carefully rolling her onto her back and pulling out of her. Swiftly, you go to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and help her with aftercare before joining her in the bed.

“I love you,” she sleepily murmurs while nuzzling her face in your neck, arms wrapped around your body, legs tangled under the sheets.

“I love you too,” you whisper back before drifting off to sleep, holding her as close as possible.

[urinarythreatinfection]

I'm Better

Nami x Male Reader. 5574 words.

Desc: Nami gets tired of your libido and tells you to use a toy, it becomes her enemy.

Cw: Smut, fluff, a bit of angst-ish.

You and Nami are alone in the library. She stands over a map on her desk with you pressed against her back. “Nami…” You whisper in her ear while your hands slide up from her waist to her chest, squeezing gently as you press against her from behind. She starts to pant, letting out a small gasp when you pinch her nipple. It feels good for her, it does, but…

“A-Again…!?” She whines as you kiss her neck. “You have way too high.. hah.. of a libido!” She’s already feeling too sensitive from last night. She should be feeling grateful for having a boyfriend who can last so long, considering how many men cum fast then are out of commission; but this is way too much! Fingering her, eating her out, fucking her in multiple positions while touching her everywhere you could reach; it’s almost every time you two have sex she’s completely drained and out of it by the end. Thankfully you do leave her to work but every time you get the chance it seems like your hands are on her or you’re at least half-hard. One of your hands slides down her waistband to circle her clit with your fingers. “Ah~!” She jolts and once she’s slick you slide a digit inside of her, her hand gripping onto your wrist while the other grips the edge of her desk. It doesn’t take long for her to cum, you know her body well and she’s sensitive. Right when she thinks it’s over, however, you start touching her again once she’s caught her breath “Y-You..!” Nami grits her teeth. “Enough!” She elbows you and you step back, clutching your side.

“Ow…” Stings. “What for?”

“‘What for?’ What do you think!? Are you a dog in constant rut or something!? How are you always touching me!?” The ginger yells with her arms crossed.

“You’ve never had any complaints before though.” You point out and she falters.

“That’s.. well...” It’s true she’s been enjoying it.. Still! She needs to put her foot down or she’s going to end up collapsing one of these days. She’s already almost caused errors in her maps because of all this. “I’m complaining now and that’s what matters.” She huffs.

“Ah.. I guess so.” There’s a bit of silence before you speak again. “Can you at least help me get off?” You’re hard, and it’s uncomfortable.

“No, go use your hand.” One will turn into two anyway, she knows how this goes. You deflate, sad.

“My hand can’t compare to you though..” You mumble sadly and she sighs, annoyed.

“Then go use a toy, I don’t care, but I’ve got to use energy to work and I don’t need you constantly on me draining it away.” Nami quickly kicks you out of the library, leaving you outside the door. “‘My hand can’t compare to you’ he says.” She can’t help the corner of her lips smirking proudly as she goes back to her work. You’re grown, you can handle this yourself.

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‘I’m so pent up!’ You lament, bouncing your leg with your head in your hands. You already had a high libido from the start, but being with Nami and head over heels for her only heightened it. You miss her… You can’t even be near her for too much anymore because you get hard and she kicks you out. You’ve tried using your hand but it just isn’t the same. “I miss fucking her.” You mumble. Usopp, working on another invention at his table next to you, sighs and lifts up his goggles.

“I don’t need to know this, (Y/n).” He’d been working when you suddenly burst inside and sat down, using his workshop as some sort of therapy room. He wouldn’t mind listening to your problems, he’s done it before, but what is he even supposed to say about this? “Nami’s right, you’re like a dog. I’m surprised she’s been able to keep up for this long. Have you ever had other lovers before? How did they deal with this.” You look away nervously. “The libido was a reason for breakups, huh.” You flinch, he hit the nail on the head. You’ve tried other things to quench your thirst, working out, meditating, reading; but it feels like the moment you fall in love your hunger can only be satiated by them.

“Maybe I just need to try harder. I don’t wanna lose her and if that means I have to restrict myself then.. then..” You clench your fists. “I-I’ll neuter myself!” Usopp smacks the back of your head.

“You’re not an actual dog!”

“But what else do I do? Should I ask Chopper for medication that’ll lower it?” That’s the only other solution you can think of. The sniper hums while you rub the back of your head, thinking about how stupid you are until something pops into his mind.

“She said you can use a toy, right? Why don’t you get one?” Your expression brightens at his proposal.

“Oh! You can make one for m-”

“I’m not making that.” He doesn’t even entertain it, shutting it down quickly. “Go ask Franky, he’s perverted enough to make something like that. He’s probably already made one before.”

“You’ve never made one?” You tilt your head and he looks back to his work desk.

“...Go ask him.” He didn’t answer the question.

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As soon as you walk into Franky’s workshop he speaks, not even turning to look at you. “You came here for a toy, right?”

“Was it that obvious?” You’re a little self-conscious now.

“You’ve gotten kicked out by Nami enough times to notice. Here.” He tosses something at you and you catch it. Fleshlight, it looks like it can move too. He must’ve started making it once he noticed your predicament. You examine it, there are 4 modes, slow, medium, high, and SUPER. There's also a star design.

‘Can he make something normal?’ You wonder to yourself, but hey, at least he made it for you. You could’ve bought one on an island, but there aren’t many with specified adult shops; much less ones that would have toys as advanced as this. But the way it looks..

“Is the design too much?” He asks, reading your facial expression. He looks disappointed, you’re starting to feel guilty. Franky is the one who took the time to make this for you and now you’re judging it.

“No.. it’s.. well its—I mean,” You stutter. “I’m gonna be fucking this thing.” You point out awkwardly and he grins.

“Thought it would make you more pumped. SUPER pumped!” He poses SUPER-ly. Maybe you should just leave. You can’t even call Franky a pervert since it’s a compliment to him.

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It actually isn’t bad. Really awkward at first considering the design and that your friend made it, but leaving that aside it’s not bad. It’s good, even; though it’s not your girlfriend. Thanks to that, you’ve been able to hang out with Nami again, and she hasn’t kicked you out. Sure you still have the instinct to touch her, but that's less of a lust thing and more she’s just nice to touch. Still, it’s nice being around her again, you missed being able to talk to her without getting kicked out because you’re hard. She seems to enjoy it too, so everything is sunshine and rainbows; at least for a while.

“Then Usopp told us he had the ability to speak fluently once he was 3 months old, and Chopper believed him immediately. Turns out Chopper could speak around the same time, probably due to the growth rate of him being a reindeer before he finally ate his devil fruit.” You explain your day to Nami, who has started to space out while you two sit in the aquarium bar. “Once Usopp learned that, you could see the panic on his face since now his lie wasn’t as impressive anymo..r..e” Your speaking slows to a stop once you realize the ginger is clearly lost in thought despite looking at you. “Nami?” You call out but she doesn’t respond. “Namiiii.” You call her name again and she finally jolts.

“Y-Yeah?”

“You were spaced out, was my rambling that boring?” You half-joke.

“No, um.” She glances at your crotch for a second then back up at you. “No, you’re fine. Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” You hesitate to ask her what the problem is. She tends to be fickle, multiple times she ends up getting sad if you don’t ask but not answering if you do; even getting annoyed with you sometimes if you do. She feels that she must not matter to you if you don’t continue to pry but then randomly angry if you do. You’ve gotten used to it, it’s part of her charm and the package you accepted, but in moments like this where it could be important it makes you hesitate. You’ve started learning her different signals and what to say but right now she isn’t giving any you know of, just spaced out. “What’s wrong?” You decide to ask.

“Uhm.” She looks hesitant too. “Did you ask Chopper for meds to lower your libido?”

“That’s what this is about!?” You’re shocked, raising your voice by accident. It makes her expression turn sad and you quickly backtrack before she thinks you're mad at her for asking. “I'm not mad, not mad, just shocked you asked.” You sigh in relief when her expression turns back to normal.

“I just asked since.. well..” Conflicted. Nami wants to point out that you haven't latched onto her for a week or got hard, even if you two talk for hours and are close to each other; but if she points it out it might seem like she’s complaining despite asking for this in the first place.

“Is it because I haven’t been hard?” You make the choice for her. Takes a weight off her chest not having to make the decision. The navigator nods. “I haven’t been taking meds, don’t worry about that.”

‘He hasn’t? Then why hasn’t he been getting hard? Was I too mean to him? Ugh I should’ve been nicer, I’m not used to this.’ She’s starting to regret constantly kicking you out, she just didn’t know what else to do. You’re her first boyfriend, it’s not like she had the leisure to date around before while working for Arlong. ‘Maybe I should’ve tried asking Robin…’ Though technically Robin wouldn’t have much experience dating either being constantly on the run.

“I’ve actually started using a toy.” That shatters her out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you said you didn’t mind me using one as long as it stopped me from coming onto you.” You remind her and she pauses, then starts to sweat nervously.

‘I did say that, didn't I?’ Nami thinks to herself. She had said that in the heat of the moment then forgot. “So you’ve been using one?”

“Franky made me a fleshlight-”

‘Of course it was him.’

“-and I’ve been using it.” Shoot. Pervert cyborg. Wait, this helps her. Why is she upset?

“So it’s been helping?” She asks and you nod.

“Yeah, it feels better than I thought. It’s great, I get off and now I get to hang with you without getting hard. Despite the design it’s well made.”

“Ohhh that’s greattt..” She forces herself to say despite how clenched her fists are from you complimenting it.

“Thanks, it can move so when I’m fucking it it moves back to me, though I can take that off. If I lay down it’s even like it’s riding me.” Her fingers dig into her palms. “So you don’t need to worry now since I don’t need you to get off anymore. We can just talk like normal.” Despite you continuing to speak she isn’t listening to you anymore. You saying you don’t need her to get off anymore being the only thing in her mind.

‘He doesn’t need me anymore to get off.’ Shit, she’s upset. Even if she’s the one that told you to use a toy she can feel herself getting upset, but she can’t tell you because she’s the one that’s been kicking you out for getting hard. You’re praising that damn toy like it’s better than her, too. Alas, her worry isn’t letting her communicate this to you, so you continue to talk thinking that she wants to know since she isn’t stopping you.

“I’ve been enjoying our time and not having to get my hands on you, since you don’t like it, so the toy’s helping a lot. I should thank Franky again-” You’re interrupted by Nami standing up quickly.

“Sorry! Actually I just remembered I had to go do something! Let’s talk later okay?” She manages to keep her voice and facial expression normal so you don’t suspect anything.

“Oh, okay?” You’re still a bit confused but if she has to do something she has to do something.

NAMI’S POV

Nami speedwalks out of the aquarium bar and to the library to work on something, anything. “Stupid boyfriend, stupid cyborg, stupid toy.” In her hurry she hits her nail bed on the metal handle of the library door. “OW!” Getting her way ended up making things worse. She goes inside and rushes to her mapping desk. There isn’t a rush to do any of this, she planned to do it so she can be with you, but the plan has changed. Her hands tie her hair up into a ponytail then get to work, using pure instinct to roughly draw the map. It’s only helping a bit, and she realizes when she’s done she’d somehow managed to draw the map in reverse. Her notes, she accidentally used them from bottom to top. At the realization she slowly sinks to her knees. It was just a rough draft of the map so it shouldn’t matter but right now it matters a lot, tears forming in her eyes. ‘I asked for this, I did, and it’s working out the way I hoped.’ She sniffles. ‘So why am I so upset?’ Nami puts her face in her hands, she’s horrible. She didn’t even hate you touching her, she just wanted you to do it less often; but instead of saying that and working on it with you she ended up pushing all of it away. Now you’re using a toy instead of her and apparently it’s the best thing ever. Nami stands up and rips the ruined rough draft to shreds, tossing it in the nearest trash can haphazardly. How does she tell you this? Just suddenly say “Hey I know I yelled at you to use a toy and kicked you out everytime you even just got hard but I hate that you’re using a toy now so throw it away because I changed my mind.” That sounds so entitled, and she feels bad for being so fickle all the time. Now you aren’t touching her at all. She sniffles again, a single tear in her eye. “I’m horny…”

YOUR POV

“Thanks for the help!” Franky says to you as you leave. To repay him you’ve been helping in the workshop and around the ship with repairs, it’s labor but it's nice to do. You even got some gear on to make sure you’re safe, welding mask, goggles, steel toe boots. You aren’t actually doing the building of course, but it saves Franky a lot of time and effort having you hand him tools and such. Now it’s the end of the day, so the both of you are heading to sleep. You decide to go out for some fresh air first, whether or not you like it you aren’t like Franky so getting some fresh air will help you. While you’re outside you spot Robin on night watch. She notices you and walks over.

“Hey Robin! Just getting some air.” You explain and she hums.

“I’ve noticed you around helping Franky the entire day, it’s good for you to be out here a bit.” Robin says before continuing. “However, there is something I should say.” You tilt your head. “I don’t want to pry into your personal life, I believe in learning things for yourself, but Nami has been getting more and more upset lately. I’m still her friend and understand that she struggles to ask for help for emotional matters, so I wanted to inform you before she got any worse as it seems she’s not any closer to telling you despite my suggestions.” You freeze. She’s upset? What happened? You thought that you had solved things already! Plus if she’s not telling even Robin it must be bad…

“Thanks Robin, I’ll talk with her.”

“You’re welcome.” Robin knows Nami will be upset with her for telling you, but it’s for her own good. She wouldn’t have intervened if there was some sign of communicating, no matter how small, but there was nothing even with Robin’s light suggestions. Nami was only going to keep it in until something bad happened. She only hopes it’s not too late.

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You knock on the door of the girl’s room, hearing Nami groan. “Come in.” When you open the door and step inside she’s lying lazily on her bed with ⅓ of her lower body hanging off. Her eyes open slowly and trail to you, widening as she realizes it's you and not Robin. She sits upright immediately. “W—What’re you doing here?” Her voice is slightly shaky from being caught off guard.

“I can’t come and see my lovely, beautiful girlfriend?” You ask and she stares at you in suspicion. “I really did come to see you!”

“You’re not gonna ask me for anything?” She frowns, still suspicious.

“I am gonna ask you something but not money.” You get closer to her and try to sit down but she stops you.

“No way, you’re dirty from being with Franky the whole day. I’m not letting you ruin the sheets.” You sulk a little bit. You were looking forward to sitting down after being busy the whole day, but alas she has a point.. even if she secretly just doesn’t want to be close to you right now. “Why were you even helping him?” You try to answer but she interrupts you. “I already put it together, it was thanks for making that stupid toy wasn’t it.”

‘Stupid?’ You’re caught off guard but respond. “Yeah it was, it was mostly handing him tools or materials though.” She sighs, mumbling something you can’t hear. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I knew it!” Nami stands up angrily. “Of course you would thank him! You’d probably bow down on your hands and knees thanking him for making you a new girlfriend!” You’re stunned, what is she talking about? She walks over and stomps on your boot hard with her bare foot, then angrily lies back down on her bed covering herself with the blanket. Despite how hard she stomped.. well.. you’re wearing steel toed boots, and she’s barefoot. You lean over and try to pull the blanket off but she makes sure it stays on.

“Nami I know that hurts, let me check your foot before it swells.” Stomping on basically hard metal with no protection probably hurt like hell, but she’s stubborn. You sigh. “Don’t make me wake up Chopper for this.” At your words she looks at you with shock and betrayal, then scowls and looks away. She doesn’t take the blanket fully off but slowly sticks her foot out. “I know that’s not the right one.” There’s a pause and then she switches to the other, a part of the bottom is red. You gently grab it and she flinches from pain. Nami isn’t dumb, she knew you were wearing boots, yet she did it anyway knowing it would hurt her more than it hurt you. Physically, at least, since your heart is stinging seeing your girlfriend this upset. You press your thumb on the spot. It’s already starting to swell.

“If you call him for this I’m taking away your allowance.” Her voice is quiet but you still catch it.

“I won’t, but you have to see him in the morning.” You put her foot down and she pulls it back under the cover. You’d like to do something like massage it for the swelling, but you feel like you would get kicked out immediately. It feels like you’re already pushing it. “Why are you so mad?”

“I’m not mad.”

…

“Okay I’m mad, but it’s nothing.” Her first answer was so unbelievable she ended up confessing.

“It’s clearly not nothing, just tell me what’s up. You already hurt yourself.” You love Nami and want to respect boundaries but this is too much, she’s going to end up holding the stress in until she explodes. She doesn’t answer. “Nami I’m worried about you.” Still no answer. “..If you won’t talk I’ll assume it’s my fault and jump into the ocean for my sins.” She flinches, turning towards you with a cold frown.

“You’re gonna talk like that then just do it.” You turn and walk towards the door and she backtracks. “N-No, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” She sits up slowly, looking guilty. “It’s..” She complains a lot over little things but when it’s actually something serious like this it’s like she assumes she can just handle it. That it’ll go away on its own if she bears it. ‘I wish I could talk to him like normal.’ Her eyes trail from yours and you get close to her.

“Why’d you call the toy my new girlfriend?” The redhead grimaces, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m... jealous.” Her cheeks are tinted a little.

“Of the toy? But you told me-”

“I know! I know it’s unreasonable that’s why I didn’t want to say it. I complained and told you to get one in the first place but now I’m jealous of the stupid thing. I’m being stupid.” You would sit down to hug her but you’re still dirty.

“I’m gonna take a quick bath. I need to get clean and it should help you sort your thoughts. Just know the toy is a toy and my girlfriend is my girlfriend.” You’d love to comfort her but your muscles ache, you can't sit on the bed, and you can’t even hug her. Plus, it’s not enjoyable having all this machine oil and sweat on you. Nami nods, but you can tell she’s hesitant. You lean down and kiss her forehead. “I won’t be long.” As you leave the room you don’t notice Nami clenching her jaw.

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You feel a lot better now, in fresh clothes and no longer uncomfortable. You’re ready to talk to her again, even if you’re tired; but your eyes widen as you open the door and see her holding a familiar toy. “H-How? What? How’d you get that?”

“So this is my stupid replacement.” She grumbles, squeezing it. “I nabbed it from the boy’s quarters, obviously. They sleep like logs.”

‘Right, she’s experienced in that stuff.. it didn’t matter if I had it hidden or not.’ “I said already it's not a replacement for you.”

“I know. It’s not me.”

“Nami I-” Before you can try to comfort her more she grabs your hand and tugs you onto the bed on your back, straddling your hips.

“But it’s a replacement for my body, and you won’t need it anymore.” She tosses the fleshlight to the side. She’s looking down at you, pouting lightly. She thought you bathing would give her the chance to calm down, but it just gave her time to think about how you’ve been fucking a toy and if even if it’s not her maybe it’s better than her body. A toy that doesn’t get tired or that you don’t have to be gentle with.. she’s starting to develop a bit of a complex about it.

“Nami..?” You say, hesitant. Is this her making a move or maybe she’s just angry? The fact that you’re hesitating instead of immediately drooling and latching onto her is making her insecurity worse.

“There’s lots of stuff a fleshlight can’t do, you know.” She doesn’t want that. Being better than the toy just because of her girlfriend status isn’t enough, she needs to be superior at making you feel better. She’s better.

“Woah!” She leans forward, pressing her chest on your face.

“A toy doesn’t have these.” She says, sliding a hand to the back of your head and pulling you closer. Squishy, she smells good. You can already feel yourself getting hard. You groan into her breasts when she grinds down on you. “Already getting hard, of course you are.” Her other hand goes to your waistband and pulls your dick out, stroking it. It’s so sudden, and your head is going dizzy from the boobs in your face. You don’t even realize you’re air-deprived until she pulls them away.

“Holy shit.” She sinks down to her knees and grabs your cock, letting spit drool down before sinking her breasts down onto your length. Your dick presses against the band of her bikini top, making her hum and press closer till it's completely enveloped in soft flesh. She smirks up at you, letting her finger slowly circle your tip.

“How’s this?” She says smoothly like your heart isn’t beating out of your chest.

“Hot as hell.” You mumble to her and she presses her lips together tightly, seemingly holding in something she wants to say. Before you can ask she presses her lips to the sensitive tip of your dick, licking around while rocking the shaft between her boobs. Her tongue teases the frenulum before taking the entire bulb into her soft mouth. Your head rolls back.

“Eyes on me.” She demands, snapping the band of her bikini against your shaft. You flinch and look back as she starts to bounce her boobs. Warm, soft, you see your dick go in and out of her cleavage with each movement, slick noises from the saliva permeating your ears. She feels you throb, and she starts to pant lightly. “You’re hopeless.”

“How am I supposed to last long like this?” She stops for a moment to push her chest together tighter, focusing the movements on the upper half of your dick so the tip is always engulfed in her cleavage; massaging it as you shiver and gasp, finally spurting cum into her cleavage. Once she feels it stop twitching she lifts her breasts off of you. You fall onto your back, you’re tired. You’ve been doing labor the whole day and now this, it’s a lot. Her hand goes back to untie her top and she goes back into your lap, leaning over and letting it fall onto your chest to give you a full view of your cum in the valley. You hear a pleased chuckle come from your girlfriend watching your eyes unable to leave.

“Tired already? I’m gonna give you something else while you’re resting up.” Nami unzips her pants, pulling them down and off while crawling up until her thighs on the sides of your head. Her panties are above your face, a small wet spot over her hole. She leans back and slides them off before hovering above you. “A toy can’t sit on your face either.” Then she sinks her weight down onto you, suffocating you against her pussy. Her hips rock a bit, moans escaping her before she fully grinds down. “O-Open, ah!” You open your mouth for her to grind her bud down onto your tongue. You flick your tongue around her clit before grabbing onto her thighs and forcing her forward so you can dip your tongue inside of her. Her slick coats your taste buds as she rides it, using your nose against her clit as stimulation while rocking. Her thighs are soft as you squeeze them, her moans muffled over the sound of blood rushing to your head. “Just like that, hah~!” She leans forward to grip onto the sheets, moving back down to hump her clit against your tongue until she spasms and whines out. You continue to lick until she lifts off of you, letting you breathe properly.

‘Why is she so heated all of a sudden, what happened while I was in the bath?’ Your head is blank but you feel yourself slowly dragged up. When you focus your eyes it’s Nami trying to drag you to lay properly.

“Hurry, so I can ride your dick next…” Her cheeks are flushed as she tells you, erotic and cute, who are you to not obey? Plus, having her sit on your face like that had given you plenty of time and arousal to get you hard again. You move up, placing your head down on the pillow after taking your clothes off as she straddles your hips. Your cum is still on her breasts, a bit of it drips off onto your stomach. Even if you aren’t sure what happened, having your girlfriend this hot and bothered isn’t gonna make you complain. Your tip hits her entrance, the muscles there contracting around the glands before she sinks down. With a moan she sinks down onto your hips, squeezing around you before she rocks. “A toy can’t d-do this.” She continues to rock her hips until she lifts herself up then drops down quickly, her back arches slightly, she’s pent up. Cumming once wasn’t enough when going from constant stimulation to nothing for almost 3 weeks. She lifts up again then drops, starting with a medium pace while you lay there panting. Finally you grab onto her hips and thrust up into her. “Ah!”

“I can’t not move when you’re like this.” You say as you help her bounce on your dick, sounds of pleasure and sex filling the room as you meet her hips with your own movements. She’s close, she is even if it’s quicker than normal. A few more thrusts and she whines, gripping onto your arms that keep moving her as her pussy periodically clenches around you like it’s trying to milk your cock. Even after she finishes you keep going.

“W-Wait I-”

“I’m sorry, just a little longer.” You sit up and wrap your arms around her waist, quickly pistoning your dick in and out to reach your peak while she squirms and whines. Finally you hold her close, chests pressing together as you let out into your girlfriend’s tight pussy. You both pant for a bit before you pull back and kiss her deeply. She quickly reciprocates with her arms loosely wrapped around your neck. When you pull away you rest your head on her shoulder. You feel a pat on your shoulder to get your attention. She pushes you down onto your back.

“Already done?”

“I, well I’ve been busy the whole day I’m kinda..” You’re interrupted by her squeezing her breasts with her hands.

“Are you sure?” She grinds down and your dick twitches. “Because I’m not done yet~”

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Nami sits there on your lap, panting as she catches her breath while you heave. “How’s… that?” She says after a big breath, but when she looks down you’re dizzy and fucked out. “D-Did I go too far?’ Worried, she softly pokes your cheek. You groan before passing out. Your body was already worn out from helping Franky the entire day, multiple rounds took whatever energy was left. She looks down at you, then at herself. Though she would like to sleep, she doesn’t want to sleep like this. Nami stands up, cum dripping from inside her, and wipes you off with a small towel. You shiver in your sleep when she gently wipes off your length, then she goes to the bath. It’s relaxing, and she’s finally satiated after being cut off from you for so long. When she goes back to the room you’re still asleep in her bed. Well, it’s not like she can carry you back to your bed, and she isn’t cruel enough to force you awake. So she’ll just have to sleep with you, and is forced to cuddle into your side just to fend off the cold. Your girlfriend snuggles close to you, smiling when you instinctively turn to hold her. She wins.

~Bonus~

“Namiii~” You coo to her while kissing her cheeks.

“I’m busy right now.” She sighs and you pout.

“Aww..”

“Just go use the to-” Nami stops herself.

“You’re still not gonna let me use it?” You rest your chin on her shoulder. “You already proved you’re the best.” True..

“..Alright. But!” She turns and points a finger at you. “Only use it when you can’t hold it and I say I’m not in the mood or I’m too busy.” She doesn’t want a repeat of you only using the fleshlight and going cold turkey on her.

“Alright.” That’s not hard to do.

“And when you use it you have to think of me.” Her hands go to her hips. You tilt your head.

“...? Of course. What else would I be thinking of? You’re my girlfriend.” You’re confused. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get off properly.” When you say that her mouth goes into an O shape. “Nami? Baby?”

‘I didn’t think of that..’ She’s gone silent as you call her multiple times.

I finally finished this *wheeze*. It's pretty long, and i do have shorter stuff in my wips, but I wanted to hurtty up and finish this since the idea was funny to me (I got it after waking up one day). It ended up longer than I thought it would be though, and I still feel like it was shortened. Anyway, I know Nami isn't very popular in the fanfic scene, and I've only seen a few small smut headcanons; so i don't actually know if this has much of a demand. Anyway, I wanted to write it so I did. So enjoy it now/hj

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Baby Mama Drama(jjk x reader)

Pairing: BabyDaddy!Jeon Jungkook x BabyMama!Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warnings: reader and Jungkook coparent, they have a daughter who is mentioned but doesn’t appear in the story, reader and Jungkook technically aren’t together but they still love each other and fool around🥴, reader irritates the hell out of JK but he can’t stay mad at them, reader is definitely a little toxic, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m and f receiving), 69 position, the sloppiest of top, face riding, fingering, reverse cowgirl, reader rides like a pro, missionary, reader has a tattoo🤭, reader is also dragging that wagon, reader also also has that certified WAP, reader is flexible, squirting, unprotected s*x(don’t do this and then turn into this couple), creampie, dirty talk, one face slap, multiple ass slaps like seriously JK is obsessed with reader’s badonk a donk, a little degradation and a dash of dumbification

A/N: I’M BACK EVERYONE!🥳for anyone who didn’t read my last post, my tumblr was suspended for a little while so that’s why I wasn’t posting. Anyway, it’s over so I’m back to work. This is a piece inspired by @joonberriess and their Sleazy!JK storyline. Shoutout to them. I love everything about the way they write JK and reader so definitely check them out if you haven’t already! Their stories make me want a sleazy baby daddy who can’t leave me the hell alone but I know I’ll never be able to handle that in real life so fictional is good enough for me!🤣this fic is just kind of a reverse of theirs where I made reader a sleazy and jealous baby mama. I know this kind of behavior is a stereotype among the black community but I am in no way condoning it. It’s just fiction and meant to be entertaining. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think as I am always open to criticism and please look forward to my upcoming posts! Much love and thanks for reading 🤎🤎🤎

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“So, do you have any kids?”

Taking a sip of his drink, Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, one. A daughter. You?”

“Two. Their father is an absolute nightmare though. Thank goodness we have a court order. I can’t even be in the same room as him without wanting to pull all my hair out.” She bitterly laughed with a shake off her head, tossing the rest of her drink back. “What about you? Is your child’s mother a monster?”

Jungkook titled his head, a strained chuckle leaving him. “Um, well she’s…..something.”

The woman hummed. “I get it. A real bitch, huh? I hate women like that. Ones who can’t let their baby daddy’s go and are somehow always around. So annoying. Like don’t you have something better to do?”

“Yeah and I do it 4 times a week in my Queen sized bed.”

Jungkook stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice. There was only one person he knew that spoke that crassly to strangers.

The scent of your perfume and the smell of the mousse you used on your braids invaded his space and solidified that shit was about to go downhill.

The woman, who’s name he don’t think he ever caught, made a noise of surprise once you appeared before her. Your body stood right between her and Jungkook, forcing her to step back a little. Arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked out to the side, your eyes roamed up and down this woman’s body in a scrutinizing manner.

“And who are you?”

Leaning back a little, you plopped yourself right on Jungkook’s lap.

Looking her up and down once more, you answered simply with a big smile, “I’m unimpressed. Nice to meet you.”

Ignoring you for a moment, the woman looked around you to make eye contact with Jungkook who was shooting her a look that screamed, “please walk away!” She didn’t really understand what was going on. Who were you and why did you walk into their conversation on 10 like that? It was one thing to interrupt a conversation but to be that disrespectful to someone you didn’t even know? That didn’t go down well in her book.

Copying your previous stance, the woman replied, “Well I’m unimpressed with your attitude. Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”

“No but she taught me to how to wrap a bitch’s hair around my wrist and keep swinging until my arm gets tired.” Your smile was sugary sweet but your words cut deep like knives. The woman was stunned. No one has ever spoken to her this way and it was a rude awakening. She didn’t even know how to respond.

Not wanting to see you demonstrate your mother’s teachings, Jungkook quickly stood to his feet. “Well, we should really be going. It was nice meeting you. Let’s go.” He grabbed your arms to start pushing you away from the woman.

“No it wasn’t!” You called out, both of you leaving the shocked woman by herself.

Once you two had made it outside, Jungkook’s frustration boiled over.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it everytime I meet someone, you show up and scare them off? We aren’t together anymore. Is it not getting through your head? Like what the hell-“

His rant was flying right over your head because all you could focus on was how unbelievably sexy he looked today. How dare he walk outside like that? And he was going to waste all of that on some random stranger in a bar? Yeah right. Not as long as you had a say about it.

Your greedy eyes trailed from the top of his head to those bulging veins in his neck and down to his soft cock that was pressing against his jeans. Whew, just imaging that monster had your panties sticking to you. It was so big and warm and when he was giving you back shots…..

“Are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times, your eyes slowing raising until they met the searing glare of your baby daddy.

“Uh yeah. Something about airline prices. So what are you doing tonight?”

Jungkook couldn’t fucking believe you. God you pissed him off to no end but he always had a way of letting off some steam.

“Let’s go. Now.”

“Yes sir.” You purred with that mischievous glint in your eye. Jungkook’s own eye twitched at the implications behind your tone but he decided to ignore it in favor of turning around to begin walking to his car, you hot on his heels and a Cheshire like grin on your face because you were getting what you wanted.

The drive back to his place was quiet, as was the ride up the elevator and the living room as he moved to sit down. He didn’t even raise his eyes to look at you once since you got in the car. Although you could see right through his petty act.

Flopping down on the couch next to him, your head leaning against your hand, you said, “come on, baby. You’re not still mad at me, are you? I said I’m sorry.”

No answer.

Moving closer to him, your hand trailed over his chest and up to his face to turn his head to face you, lips just centimeters apart. This wouldn’t be the first time you were on the receiving end of his heated glare and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“What do I have to say for you to forgive me? I hate when you’re mad at me, baby.”

“Then stop doing shit that pisses me off and I won’t be.” He fired back, that low tone of his sending shocks down your spine.

“I’m sorry. Now let me make it up to you.” He could pick up on that sultry voice anywhere and those bedroom eyes you were currently shooting him was a dead giveaway as well.

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop expecting dick everytime you come over here. It’s not gonna fix anything.”

Gasping dramatically, you moved back a little to hold a hand to your chest in faux offense. “You wound me, tater tot. I came here with pure intentions to apologize to you. Can a woman not apologize to her baby daddy without him thinking she has an ulterior motive?”

An unimpressed look crossed Jungkook’s face from your dramatics and from that stupid pet name you gave him all those years ago.

“Whatever.” He mumbled. “Fine. I accept your apology. Just don’t do it again.” A warning that fell on deaf ears because yeah, you’d definitely do it again if needed but for now, you’d bask in his forgiveness.

“Thank you, baby. You know I only want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he whispered, those doe eyes lifting to connect with yours.

Your lips met, your hands pushing Jungkook back against the arm of the couch to climb into his lap. He went willingly, melting into your touch and the feeling of your plump lips. His own hands traveled up your thighs to squeeze at the plushness of your ass, his grip forcing your covered cunt to rub against his growing erection.

His grunts mixed with your low hum of pleasure as you grinded against one another but Jungkook could only tolerate about a minute of that before he started getting impatient.

Groaning against your lips, he struggled out a, “fuck. Sit it on already.”

The sounds of your giggles made him pause, eyes cracking open and his eyebrow raising because what the hell was so funny?

“Oh nothing.” You said as if reading his mind. “I just remember a very certain someone saying not to expect dick everytime I come here yet that same person is telling me to sit on his dick. How the tables have turned.”

Rolling his eyes yet again, Jungkook suddenly heaved himself up, forcing you backwards. Your giggles increased, the contagion of your amusement finally breaking him and stretching a full blown smile across his face.

“You’re so goofy.”

“Then do something about it, Mickey.”

In a show of strength that turned your panties from a pool into a water park, Jungkook heaved you over his shoulder, hand coming down on the fat of your ass.

“I’ll do something about it alright.”

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jungkook tossed you down onto the bed and was about to climb on top of you but you were a little quicker. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him down until he was flat on his back with you straddling his waist—his hard cock pressed right against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released.

Leaning down, you captured him in another kiss while he captured your ass in his grip.

“Damn I love this ass….” He murmured into your lip lock which made you giggle.

After deeming him throughly kissed, you sat up to take in his flushed face and reddened lips. Perfect.

“Forgive me yet?”

He hummed, fingers playing with the hem of your top. “Maybe after you take this off.”

Ever so compliant, you gripped both sides of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal your bare breasts to Jungkook. His eyes could have popped out of his head, the groan he let out a mixture of arousal and slight irritation.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

Shrugging one shoulder, you simply answered, “I knew I was coming here. What’s the point? Do you want to know if I’m wearing underwear?” That cheeky smile answered the question for him and it only sunk him further into the already unhealthy infatuation he had with you.

Gripping your ass, he roughly grinded your cunt down on his erection. The friction made both of you gasp, the air starting to feel electric as desperation began eating at both of you.

It didn’t take long for both of you to undress each other. Jungkook helped you wiggle out of those tiny shorts you wore, letting out a curse as a little drip of sticky arousal snapped back against your inner thigh. Sitting up, he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere in the room. Now you could feast your eyes on the hard planes of his body and trace your fingers those intricate tattoos that marked up his skin.

Leaning down once again, you trailed kisses from that sweet spot on his neck, down his chest and over his abs until you reached your destination. Your eyes never left his as you began your descent, hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans to pull them down and Jungkook helped kick them off. You licked your lips at the sight of Jungkook’s hard cock slapping against his abs once you freed it from the confines of his pants . He could see that hungry look in your eye, smirking as he took hold of his erection and began lightly pumping it; a motion that drove you fucking crazy was watching him stroke himself. It just did something to you.

“You want it, bug?” He teased to which you nodded frantically.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” Opening your mouth, you held your tongue out to lick at it, Jungkook hissing at the contact. He slapped it against your wet muscle a few times before letting the tip slip in your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around it, suckling at it like a desperate whore. Which you were but only for him. No one else could make you act like this.

You replaced his hand with your own, licking and spitting all over his cock to lubricate it. Taking him down your throat, you began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to twist your wrist just the way he liked it.

Jungkook let out a series of low moans, curses, and the tiniest of whines everytime you went down. One hand gripped at the ponytail you put your braids up in and one hand behind his head, he let you take the lead. You knew just how he liked it, just the way to flick your wrist and tighten your throat to throw him over the edge in minutes.

Coming off him with a wet cough, you continued to stroke his cock, your spit soaking your own hand but that only helped the glide. Your hazy and hungry eyes stared right into his, your chin and mouth soaked in saliva. “I love this cock so fucking much.” You gasped before taking it back down your throat and bobbing your head.

Tossing his head back, Jungkook let out a strangled moan, forcing your head down. You let him, of course, relaxing your throat so he could fuck up into your mouth.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Right fucking now.” He demanded.

Pulling off him a little, you maneuvered your body until your pussy was right over his face—69 style. He gripped both of your ass cheeks in his palms, pulling you down until he could suck your neglected clit into his mouth.

You let out a sharp gasp around his cock, finally getting some type of relief. Sucking his cock made you a different type of horny and he could see that with the way your cunt was dripping.

His mouth and tongue started going crazy, ravenous as he alternated between sucking and licking, making sure to dip his tongue in your opening every once in a while. His hands continued to slap and grip at your ass, one wandering sometimes to pull your slippery lips apart so he could really get in there.

His hand trailed down from your ass to your tight opening, squeezing a finger into your spasming walls. He located that sweet spot with practiced ease, slipping in another finger in beside it and stretching your snug cunt open. The squelching of your walls was like music to his ears, adding to the salacious ‘gluck gluck’ noises your throat was making as you swallowed his cock.

Since you were horny on your way here, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start burning hot in your belly.

You pulled off his cock but continued to stroke him, your cheek resting against his thigh as high pitched moans left your lips.

Jungkook flattened his tongue, his grip on your ass guiding you to rut against his face. The fat of your ass almost suffocated him but Jungkook couldn’t imagine going out any other way. He hooked his fingers right into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and head hanging low as you used him for your pleasure.

“Oh yes! Oh yes, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!” Lifting your head, you took his cock back into your mouth, burying it all the way to the hilt in your throat. Jungkook’s hips jumped, him groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks right through you.

A few swallows around his cock and a few more jabs to that spot inside of you and both of you were cumming. Your body tensed, hips rutting faster against his face to ride it out. He thrusted his hips up once, twice, three times before letting out a drawn out moan as he pumped his release down your waiting throat. Your body shivered as buzzing pleasure raced down your back and to your toes. You don’t think you’ve had an orgasm like that since…….three days ago when Jungkook ate you out in his car after he had to pick you up because you forgot to get gas.

Amazing car head aside, the party wasn’t over yet.

“Sit on it, bug. Hurry.” Jungkook rushed you, tapping your ass a few times, his breath labored and tone dripping with desperation.

Good thing you were just as eager because you crawled forward on your weak knees until he was lined up with your entrance. Reaching between your legs, you held his wet cock steady as you slid down on it. Jungkook’s hands held your ass cheeks apart to watch, eyes blurring slightly as your hot, tight, and gushing walls wrapped around him. You weren’t faring much better, your head knocking back as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken his cock, the pure g i r t h always knocked the breath out of you. This is why you couldn’t leave him alone, his cock was just too fucking good. You’d be damned if you ever let someone else take it from you.

Once you were settled to the hilt, your body leaned all the way forward to rest between his legs and you began bouncing your ass on his cock.

Jungkook was mesmerized by how your fat ass rippled and moved against his pelvis. At this moment, he didn’t give a damn how many women you threatened or how much you pissed him off; just the sight of your ass and the feeling of your juicy cunt wrapped around him was enough to make him remember another reason why he couldn’t let you the hell go. He loved your pussy too much. And if that wasn’t enough, the sight of that tiny ‘♡JK’ tatted on your left ass cheek certainly let him know.

Jungkook’s hands came down to slap repeatedly on your bouncing ass. “Faster baby. Fuck, this ass is so good!” The seat of your ass was wet from a combination of spit and cum, the wet slapping noises filling the space. Your moans were in competition with the clapping of your ass, your cheek pressed against the sheets and your nails digging into his calves.

“Ahhh! This cock is so b-big,” you whine, “love it so much…..right there….! Oohhhh-ohhhh fuck!”

Lifting up a little and adjusting your knees to a better position, you began throwing yourself down on his cock, the head brushing against every spot you had and sending you reeling. You’d come all the way up until just the tip was inside before slamming back down, the bed shaking underneath the force. Jungkook’s toes curled, your cunt gripping him tighter than a vice.

He was about 98% sure his soul left his body, eyes rolling and head knocking back against the pillows as his lungs struggled for air.

Not able to hold it anymore, Jungkook was quickly flipping your positions. Now it was your turn to be on your back, your legs spread in a wide V shape, his cologne invading your senses and his lips covering yours. He was everywhere, all over you. Your skin was on fire from his touch, sweat soaking your back and air becoming sparse as he kissed away what little oxygen you had left. You were obsessed with him. He was yours as you were his. Nothing would ever change that.

His cock buried itself back into your walls, a deep moan of pleasure getting caught in your throat once he began jackhammering into you. Your hands gripped the bottom of your feet, keeping them apart so he could continue to plow into your soft spot. His hips moved like a well oiled machine, making noisy contact with your ass with every thrust.

Your mouth dropped open, “oh my…..fffucking g-god…!” Tears welled up in your eyes as blinding pleasure spread over every nerve in your body.

Jungkook grunted, his own pleasure peaking at the sight of your fucked out face.

“Yeah? You about to cum? Are you gonna what the fuck I say and stop acting so fucking jealous? Huh?” Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth as you tried to form sentences but hurried ‘yes yes yes’ were the only words you could manage. “How many times do I have to fuck you before you get that through your thick head? I only want you. Fuck you push my fucking buttons but I know it’s just because you want me to fill up this tight cunt, isn’t that right?” A slap came across your cheek, orgasm crashing into your body without warning from the sudden strike.

Jungkook could feel wetness soaking his pelvis and cock, jaw tightening as he began moving even harder—the headboard knocking into the wall so hard that he doesn’t think he’ll get his security deposit back for this place.

“Juicy fucking cunt squirting all over me. Mhmmmm….I’m gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to send you home with my cum running down your legs?”

Your ears were ringing, his dirty talk propelling you right into another endless orgasm, your toes curling in the air as blissful overstimulation began to take over.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep in your sopping cunt. His cock throbbed inside you, the thickness pressing right into your abused gspot. Your hands released your feet to scramble against his back, sharp acrylics digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain.

“Ohhhhhh shittttttt….fuck baby,” He groaned out as he pumped creamy ropes inside your clenching pussy, your spasming walls sucking him in and milking him for everything he was worth.

Both of you collapsed from exhaustion, Jungkook’s face planting itself in your breasts and your legs falling weakly to the bed with a light thump. Only the sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, both of your hearts beating wildly as you two came down.

~

“So am I forgiven?” You asked as you two soaked in the tub, the scent of an apple scented bath bomb wafting around the room.

Jungkook was behind you, head leaned back against the wall as he tried not to fall asleep. “I guess so. Just stop doing that, okay? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Deal.”

A beat of silence washed over the room, just the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub filling the space.

“One more time.” You suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“You asked me how many times do you have to fuck me before I get it through my thick head to stop being jealous. I think one more will do the trick.”

Jungkook let out a chuckle, opening his eyes only to find your beautiful irises staring back at him with that playful and lustful glint.

“You’re impossible.” He scoffed with an endearing shake of his head.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

[mixingandmelting]

Ok so there comes a time in every relationship where your partner annoys you and then you have to decide if staying with them is worth it cuz you love them more than the person’s flaws? Now for the batboys, what normal annoying things from their partner do you think would annoy them? And on the flip side, what do you think the bat boys would do to annoy their partner without meaning too? (Example: One of the things about Dick is that he has organised mess and he gets incredibly stressed out if someone moves his stuff around without telling him. It’s as basic as his shoes being cleaned and placed a couple of feet in the open from where they were for him without telling him, he feels like an asshole and apologises after once he cools down, but this actually upsets him in canon comics.) (for example for reader: it can be he has an annoying sneeze that goes through you when you sit next to him)?

His Pet Peeve vs His Bad Habit

A/N: Ended up making this somewhat a two-part post since let's be real, all of them would be guilty with crashing unannounced which i posted here😂

Dick:

Pet peeve that you do: touching his stuff

Others have said he's terrible at putting things away, he simply calls it an organizational mess. It works for him so why should it matter to anyone else? 

Can’t handle anyone moving his things. Absolutely, genuinely, no matter who it is

Called and texted you multiple times before over this whether it’s his shoes being placed a few inches away where he usually places them, his cereal boxes in the wrong order compared to how he usually has them placed

“Where are my keys? What? Why would you place them in my desk’s drawer? They belong on the couch-”

There are reasons why he placed things the way they are. It’s not hard to not touch and leave them be

Vents out his frustration and irritation but never to the point of crossing the line since you only move things when you’re helping him out with cleaning his place out especially if he neglects doing some house chores ( laundry, dishes, making his bed, everything)

Bad habit that annoys you: naming things after his vigilante code name

He’s known to be witty and charming with his word play, most of the time being cute or funny. But when it comes to naming, in general, it’s a mess

The name he gave to his boat, motorcycle, car, and weapons are of the following: boat wing, wing cycle, nightbird, wing dings. Yes, this is all canon and it should be telling how great his naming senses are

You swore and even made a bet against his friends that he was the one to give the name Bitewing to the cute pitbull. You later called Tim and Babs to express your disappointment towards them, saying they knew better 

You tried not to shed a tear from how proud you were for Dick to name Bitewing with a reasonable and normal civilian name: Haley. It wasn’t Nugget or Gray - it was an actual memorable and good name

Begged him to not have the plane he planned to have either “night” or “wing”. No Wing Plane, no Night Flight, please. Something normal. He never listens and goes it for it in the end

Jason:

Pet peeve that you do: Incorrect grammar and messes

He’s special because he has two: incorrect grammar usage and his place being messy

Unlike Dick who hates people touching his stuff in general, Jason’s more keeping his space clean

Seriously, anyone who breaks into his room should know how meticulous he is, where even his weapons are hanging on the walls in fancy oak wood frames with red velvet cushioning underneath for aesthetics

He’s gentle but looks like a cherry when he reminds you to make sure you’re not leaving your laundry on the ground or used napkins on the table - like there’s a dirty hamper and trash can for a reason and it’s not for decoration

Irritates him to no end when people misuse words and grammar where he’ll annoy the other person until the correct it including you

Yes he will do the cliche can vs may (“Can you? As in are you able to? Or may you as in you need permission”), use asterisks below your text with the correct word because if it annoys you think about how he feels when you make those errors

Bad habit that annoys you: Messy eater

With him being a fan of eating hand-held foods, favorite being hot dogs and ice cream, he frequently gets food stains on his clothes

Slouches on his chair or couch, ketchup slipping off and onto his shirt and munching without a care while you’re staring at the guy who’s also a clean freak regarding his private space

Lost track how many shirts he ruined, annoying you and himself 

Though sometimes it was appreciated when he’d get up and take off his shirt to wash out the fresh, new stain at the kitchen sink ;)

But most times you threaten to get him a bib or be those pretentious, stereotypical rich people where they stuff a corner of their napkin into their shirts while shaking the numerous shirts you had to wash in a single week

Tim:

Pet peeve that you do: not following directions

He already gets agitated and stressed when no one follows the plans he spent three weeks perfecting without sleep. What makes you think he won’t be the same when you don’t read the package inserts or the directions?

Most of the time everything goes smoothly when reading them. And do you know how much time it must’ve taken to write the instructions while considering all the people they’re selling their product to?

He does admit a some are BS and make no sense

Doesn’t express his annoyance and instead stays on the sidelines, slurping from his can of Monster and lets you do your own thing knowing you’re going to fail. Then once you do and get frustrated as to why nothing is working, he rubs it in how you should’ve read the instructions

“You sure that’s right? It says here you need to insert that part first.” “I know what I’m doing Tim, I’ve done it a thousand times.” Cue the Ikea frame falling. “Maybe you should’ve read the package insert.” “Shut up.” 

Bad habit that annoys you: Napping locations

Where he takes his naps is just as bad as his caffeine consumption and lack of sleep in general

When he’s tired, like really tired, he can sleep anywhere. In the classroom, in the conference room, on the floor of the living room

You found him sleeping on the kitchen table once. As in his whole body lying on the table. How and why neither of you know other than Tim remembering he wanted to rest his head on the table

You’ve begged him so many times to nap on the bed or couch out of concern he was going to get hurt

He still doesn’t listen so you started a collection of taking pictures of the oddest places he sleeps at and on, proceeding by sending them to the group chat. It does work but only for a while since he’ll end up falling asleep after not sleeping for another whole week

Duke:

Pet peeve that you do: common sense

When leaving the room, turn the lights off. When done washing your hands, turn the faucet off. In other words, common sense

He really doesn’t get how it’s so hard to do just that. It should be natural, automatic response

After becoming a full time vigilantes, the bigger things he scratches up as the per usual daily problems but it’s the little things that get to him

Found you reading in the dark once without having the lights on before. He went on about vision impairment after flicking the switch up. He wasn’t amused when you joked how he could’ve sat next to you so you’d get both a reading lamp and body-sized pillow

Don’t get him started with dishes and how they should’ve been washed after a meal not leaving them in the sink for who knows how long

Also cereal. He believes it’s cereal first then milk, reasoning you can control the amount and ratio of cereal to milk 

Bad habit that annoys you: biting pencils 

Does it whenever he’s thinking about something deeply but can’t solve the issue

Whether it’s working on a plan, trying to figure out a case, doing homework

Problem is pencil paint isn’t all that healthy or safe to consume. Also having a pencil have smell like one’s breath isn’t that appealing 

Doesn’t matter what part of the pencil though there seems to be actual indents near the eraser end which once made you asked if a pencil tastes good

You’ve gotten him mechanical pencils and eraser toppers. Somewhat worked only for him to go back using his usual wooden pencils and bite them again

Tries to stop after you went on how harmful biting pencils are, still finds himself doing it time-to-time

Damian:

Pet peeve you do: calling him short

Don’t ever bring it up. Don’t ever mention it. He. Is. Not. Short

Height is not everything when it comes to crime fighting. Skills, abilities, and strategy beats pure physical prowess

He’s not the shortest either. He’s still growing. Drake is only 5’7” at his current age while Todd was 4’6” when he was Robin. Being  5’4” is a perfectly, acceptable height

This also includes all synonyms and phrases. Tiny, small, fun sized. His personality coming from the fact shorter people are closer to hell- 

He fumes and bursts whenever it happens. Literally will get ready wage a battle of a lifetime 

Whenever you do it, he gives you hell by pranking you in every way until you wave the white flag and admit you’re wrong. Usually that never happens and the adults end up having to step in to get both of you two stop

Bad habit that annoys you: tongue clicking

Does it to express so many emotions, so it gets confusing as to why he clicked his tongue without the full context

It could be from annoyance, dissatisfaction, or disagreement. At least you know it’s used for a negative response

Not as bad when he does it because he got stumped since then you’re just smug and getting to gloat you were right while he scowls back

But when he does it to avoid answering you out right or when he refuses to agree- like come on, use your words not onomatopoeia

Ask him if he’s doing it because he’s sulking and it gets him to stop only for it happen again as it’s part of his habit

Cue another reason for a childish war between the two of you where one has to one-up the other

[kedreeva]

I don't think I ever announced them, but back in early May, I acquired two breeding pairs of texel angora tricolor/splash mice from a VERY questionable source at a bird swap in another state. The mice were being sold in a 10g aquarium, multiple males in together with fight wounds abounding, including every single mouse with portions of tails chewed off, the amputation sites still raw. There were does mixed in that were almost certainly pregnant, going to people who may or may not know it. I certainly wasn't warned when I picked mine out, either that males can't be housed together or that the girls might be pregnant. Honestly I'm not sure the person thought there were girls in there, as they're so fluffy it might be hard to tell.

But, there's no one I know of in Michigan that breeds them, and I would rather be the one people come to if they want them, than to somehow find this person.

The adults aren't great, but they aren't the worst. Skittish but able to be held without immediately suicide jumping off my hands and not aggressive biters. I haven't had any tails rattled at me yet. They were quarantined for 30 days in another area of the house, and proactively treated for coccidia, mites, and worms just in case. So far they all seem quite healthy at least.

The babies are atrocious, temperament-wise, which makes me wonder if the breeder was handling the mice to get them used to it, because she certainly wasn't breeding for temperament. I've already euthanized one extra male for jumping so far out of the bin when I opened it that he landed on the floor, and then bit me and held on when I picked him up again. The others aren't quite as bad, but are still considerably fearful, dashing around frantically when the cage is opened. The girl pictured above would kill me if she could, I think. They're worse even than your average pet store mouse! I feel like you have to try really hard to get mice that suck this bad for personality, and the ethics of passing them off as pet quality is questionable at best. They do have going for them that they're pretty good texels, with good strong curling. Even the adults look pretty good still, and texels often lose the wavy fur as they age. I suspect that the breeder was too focused on that aspect to the exclusion of everything else.

Which all means that it's probably going to be a long road before I can actually offer any of them up for sale as pets. The good news is that both does have dropped litters and weaned them successfully (the photo is one of the daughters), and one dropped a second litter despite being solo-housed in a maternity bin (mice have a weird y-shaped uterus that they can use to delay implantation, so you can have back to back litters sometimes even without adding a male again!) so the other thing they have going for them is that they don't suck as parents.

I'm hoping to take a little shortcut and cross an extra male over some self black does, since they're a very stable line (good temperament, big litters, good moms, good size) and shouldn't add anything weird to the pot. If I can land even halfway between the two on temperament it will cut half a year or more off the work.

To make space for this, and keep things manageable, I've chosen to reduce my breeding colony back down to just tricolor, a few seal point Siamese, and a single self black trio. Some really cool project does should be available by the beginning of next month, once I'm sure they're not going to drop litters on anyone. I've also put an extra 1.1 pair in the hands of my friend, to preserve the genetics in case of disaster here.

I'm really very excited to be able to have tricolor and texel tricolor, even if the start was not illustrious.

[idontcare4urmom]

𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐶𝐻 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑇𝐻 || Chris sturniolo

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you make the terrible mistake of quip referring to your ex’s name and behaviour during an argument with your boyfriend Chris,leading to things taking a wild twist when his possessive impulses take over.

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: yelling and cursing,smut,unprotected and rough sex,clit playing,fingering,orgasming multiple times,pet names,dirty talk,praising,degradation,hair yanking,spanking,overstimulation,etc.

𝑎／𝑛: my first language is not english,sorry for any mistakes.

you heavily huff out a breath out from your nose while standing there,dealing with his yelling and complaining once again.the reasonings of your arguments lately kept getting more and more ridiculous to be honest,yet you weren’t able to prevent them anymore.

“i told you plenty amount of times Chris,it wasn’t my fucking fault that i had to cancel,my mom neede-“

“ugh i am tired of this! always the same bullshit excuse,it’s the third one you are doing this in a month” he shouted out abruptly,instantly regretting it once he observed the way your jaw clenched along with your eyes holding back the bawling.

he was genuinely about to apologize after he softly sighed,reaching out for your shoulder but for you to just snap backwards,he was caught off guard by the action,however it was what you mumbled next that pissed him off frantically.

“fuck off,James would never had treated me that way,he would understand”

oh Chris could sense his blood boil as soon as that sentence came out of your lips,his fists automatically closing into his sides with his pupils taking over a menacing gleam that popped out raw frustration.

he despises nothing more but that man,especially since he was aware of how head over heels you used to be for him a year ago.

disbelief slowly crosses over your features when he somehow answers calmly,a vigorously edge drizzling his voice “watch your mouth pretty girl,we all know that i treat you way better than he did”

your stubbornness inched to deny,to fight back,although an other part of you wanted to play safe,sending him a piercing glare and then staying completely silent,letting the quietness hang over the air until he broke it himself.

“you are not really helping yourself out sweetheart” it was obvious that he was mentally referring at your lack of response,stepping impossible close to you so he can with a light shove launch you on the mattress of your bed,

he immediately hovered above your figure,both of his legs encircling your sides before he began to undress you,making sure to take purposefully brush your skin in whatever chance,and you were more than surprised by the suddenness of his gestures.

“what are you-“

now it was his turn to not reply,greedily discarding to the floor any fabric that covers you up and leaving you in just your thong on,causing you to squirm as air bubbles the peel of your body.about to speak up,he withdrew that opportunity by smashing down his lips to your’s,kissing you with a passionate fever.

the contact was additionally excessive and demanding,making you touch starved as his mouth coated your's blissfully,his palms strolling down on your skin to land on the curve of your ass,gropping it in between his fingers before giving it a firm slap,stumulating a soft gasp from you.

there wasn't any second to protest,him already flipped over on your stomach with him positioned against you from behind.you could sensate the numbness on the fabric of your underwear curating your warm heat while his hand grounded down on your delicate buttocks again and again,only dragging out lewd whimpers for a response.

"aw what's wrong baby? too sensitive to handle this? sould have thought about that earlier" he cooed mockingly,his free index finger polling under your panties,tugging them down and teasing his touch everywhere but on your center that was practically begging for relief.

a muffled sinister snicker escaped him when your hips rolled high,desperately yet silently pulsating for more.

"not so fast baby,now tell me first..was James able to get you like this? all whiney from just a little spanking as if you are a whore in heat?"

his words for some reason only fuelled your desire further,especially from the tone of absolute disgust dripping from his lips at the mention of your past partner.

you managed to only high pitch a “no” that cracked into a moan of ecstasy when he finally started rubbing your drenched bud and clit rhythmically,pinching it at the edge of his curvy digit.

you scratched furiously the surface of the headboard that was tangled within your hands,your head interred on the soft layer of pillow as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you,sending jolts of shivering through your entire body.

his experienced tongue darted to loop at the nape of your neck and collarbone,choking out a strained moan once the roots of your hair were pulled backwards,angling the perfect length of exposed skin “Chris- “mhm,i know baby don’t worry,you can take it”

you shallowed the lump that formed on your throat as he repeatedly draw patterns of bite nibbling on you,his ring and pinky finger inserting around your entrance before unexpectedly slipping inside,coaxing from you a gasp “oh fuck!”

“that’s it baby,have to stretch your out really fast,gotta prepare you for my dick later,okay?” you just nodded,drowning at the nirvana you were receiving while he pumped and curled smoothly his fingertips on your insides,hugging all the right spots perfectly.

you clasped the sheets below you since you felt your upcoming orgasm rising fast,the uncomfortable tight pressure on your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his hand and without a warning erupt into busts of cum that glistened your legs with arousal.

he didn’t wasted any second to haul off his jeans along with his boxers in one movement,wrathfully stroking the overwhelmed bulge of his leaking head while roaming his gaze at the sight in front of him,you being already fucked out,

he aligned himself at your opening,his chest squeezing your spine as he effortlessly and powerfully thrusted in your hole,eliciting a groan from the both of you.still affected for your previous release though,you mumbled a follow of curses “shit Chris,’m sensitive”

“shh baby,you will be fine i promise,you just have to do what you know the best for a few minutes,managing my cock like a good whore” he murmured soothingly yet demandingly,his hips swirling forward in a newfound pace and warmth that made your head spin.

the “few minutes” was totally a lie to say the least,cause after the multiple rounds you couldn’t even count anymore how many times you came undone around his length,your vision blurry with tears dropping down your cheeks.

the only possible hunch you could currently store in your memory was his every vein and muscle pulsing in your sweet spot with no mercy,the noise of skin to skin clapping together with mixed gasps and mewls resonating nonstop.

“t-too much!” you sobbed out once he increased the speed of his pounding at the same time his mouth wrapped around your perky nipple,his teeth gently twisting the flesh.

completely vulnerable and at his mercy,he finally stopped when he decided that you actually had enough,lazily pushing back and forth for a last time before his seed overflowed you entirely like a wave for the fourth(?) time.

the soreness and pain you felt when he pulled out from your pussy was not able to be described,but at the same time,there was no doubt about this being your best ever sex session with him.

and you also were now sure for one “lesson” : to never test Chris’ limits again

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ehhh i finally ended this i hope you guys like it cause i don’t want to disappoint you 🥹🫶🏻

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[roseykat]

TITLE: How they are when they eat you out

SUMMARY: OT8 blurb version of the title.

MASTERLIST

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of orgasms, sex positions, again nothing too major.

TAGLIST: @xhakumeix

A/N: here is another spicy blurb/work of mine! Thank you everyone for engaging with my posts, messaging and following! I really appreciate y’all 😭💗 also side note again, I’ll spellcheck this when I get home!

BANG CHAN

Deliberately goes slow. He likes foreplay but also teasing you. Thrives off of feeling your legs shake around his head as he goes down on you. If you can’t handle the overbearing intensity of pleasure, he’ll snake his arms around your thighs, gripping and holding you there to ensure that you will take everything he gives you.

However, Chan is a firm reinforcer of edging and uses his mouth to achieve that. He’ll have you squirming and trembling every single time he brings you to the edge. Whenever you try and inch closer towards his tongue, he’ll pull away, leaving you frustrated and angry. But edging has a high purpose, and that’s to make you cum ten times harder than you usually would.

“I know how much you want to cum right now,” Chan says. “So lie back and let me get you there.”

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MINHO

Eats pussy for sport and will make you cum as hard and as fast as possible and as many times as you’ll let him. He’ll tease when he wants but for the most part, he wants to watch you writhe and shake. Hearing you scream out his name is a phenomenon that he can never get over. Minho also likes eating you out in positions that will have you screaming and where you’re bound to cum - literally.

He will have your legs bent at your sides, tied up so you can’t move, and will eat you out for an hour or two, otherwise until you’re crying from how much pleasure you’re in. In those positions, there’s nowhere for you to go or move other than the surface of his hot tongue.

“Like cumming on my mouth don’t you?” Minho asks. “I’ll make you cum again, and again, and again - until you start to forget your name.”

-

CHANGBIN

Eats it like he means it. Will make you cum more than once with his mouth and won’t settle for anything less. He will have you in tears from how intense the orgasms are that he gives you. It’s a real contrast to how tender and nurturing he is when it comes to taking care of you afterwards. Nonetheless, Changbin will eat you out like it’s the last thing he’ll do.

He doesn’t stop unless you want him to. Sometimes you give him free rein which, in all honesty, is a terrible idea sometimes because Changbin will cease at nothing to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars. What’s even better is because of his strength, it’s near to impossible to squirm away from his mouth, rendering you to cum hard regardless.

“Look how pretty you are when you cum,” Changbin sigh’s exasperatedly.

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HYUNJIN

Is very attentive. Studies every reaction that he brings out of you as soon as his mouth is buried in between your legs. Hyunjin also has the tendency to overstimulate the shit out of you. Half of the time he doesn’t actually mean to. He just gets off on the change in pitch of your moans, how you sometimes go silent when you cum, or when you grip onto his hair as tight as you can.

His method of making you orgasm multiple times ensures that your legs will be shaking and your moans will fill the space around him. The only unfortunate thing for him when it comes to eating you out is that he can’t see your entire body, especially when you cum.

“You’re shaking baby,” Hyunjin points out. “Feels that good, huh?”

-

JISUNG

Is sloppy, but in the best way possible. He’s unfazed about how wet you are, how much of it gets on his face, if it’s on the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter - whatever. That’s applicable to every situation where he’s eating you out, even when Jisung feels lazy. In saying that, there are two sides to him, and he can go either way; he’ll either eat you out like he’s been deprived of it for months, or if he’s feeling lazy but still wants to go down on you, he’ll eat slowly.

If that’s the case, he will ask you to just sit on his face. It’s convenient for him to lie back and eat you out that way. Hell - he’ll even let you use his face to make yourself cum however many times you want. Jisung will say it so casually that it sometimes turns you on more. Despite him feeling lazy, that doesn’t mean to say that he isn’t into it - he is definitely into it.

“I’m horny as fuck,” Jisung says before smiling. “Sit on my face?”

-

FELIX

Going down on you is already a task that’s intimate enough as it is, but Felix’s entire aura seems to enhance that even further, to the point where you feel so good that it’s emotional. Almost every time - guaranteed - Felix will interlock his fingers with yours when his head is buried between your legs. He’ll kiss your inner thighs, softly on your clit, delicately sucking and licking to slowly build you up to a peak.

He analyses what you like so well that every time he goes down on you, he makes sure to follow that routine to achieve the same results if not better. It’s almost like one of his games to him, except the rewards are better in every aspect. Lix just wants to make sure you feel good.

“Can never get enough of you,” Felix says. “Wanna make you cum as much as you’ll let me.”

-

SEUNGMIN

Is a tease. Even during foreplay he’ll edge you with his mouth. He’ll never give you exactly what you want when you want it. If he’s going down on you, and you’re ready to cum, Seungmin will stop right before you start tipping over the edge just so he can fuck you in order to make you cum on his cock instead. Then again, if he feels generous, it’ll be his mouth that makes you cum, especially as a form of reward if you can go a day or two without being an absolute brat.

But that’s the side of Seungmin who likes to be dominant. There’s the other face of the coin where he can be very tender. In those instances when he is going down on you, expect to see a lot more affection from him. He won’t just focus solely on your clit, he’ll go slow, check in on you, and make you cum more than once because he’s also a gentleman.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good,” says Seungmin. “Nobody else can make you cum the way I do.”

-

JEONGIN

Knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to eating you out. Jeongin chooses to go slow whenever he does because of how attentive he is. He wants to make sure that each second his face is buried in between your legs that your body feels good. Every now and then it’s a bit frustrating because all you want to do is just cum as quickly as you can, so as you squirm or grip his hair to try and make him go faster, that’s when he’ll decide to intentionally tease you and go slow.

He likes to hold around your thighs, gently squeezing them to hold you firm around his head. The struggles you have when it comes to putting up with his tongue is next level. He has the technique to make you cum in under a minute minimum. He’s unassuming but he’s just that good at it.

“Can feel your legs shaking,” Jeongin says. “I want to feel them shake even more.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

New Chapter

Anya x Reader

Can be read as platonic because we all want the best for her

SUM: Anya gets an abortion so you and the rest of the crew wait for her. You were the first one, however, to see her after surgery. Also because fuck you, abortion rights

Warnings: Abortion, sexual assault, jimmy, medical situations, abortion rights, domestic happy family

“How long is it gonna take?” Daisuke asked, as he was worried but also excited. Excited for Anya to feel better. Worried for well….Not like he’s had the best reactions to medical situations. Example A being Curly in the wheelchair next to him.

Curly was doing so much better now that he was actually on the planet again. The doctors were still jaw dropped that Anya was able to keep him alive with so little. Was not only a testimony to how she refused for him to die, but him refusing to leave his crew behind as well. It’s still a long journey ahead, but he was in clean bandages and clothes at least. Was even able to talk again. Sorta. Rather raspy but he will get there.

Jeez where to start on how you all got here to begin with.

“She’s going to be fine. Abortion is way less invasive than you think. It really depends on how far along, but luckily she isn’t too far for it to be to extreme. Not sure what type she went for, but whatever she chose she chooses. Just grateful we were able to return home before she reached to far along.” You would admit, as you would check up on Curly’s IV bag for him. Taking over Anya’s roll until she could return.

“Ya know….My wife had an abortion.” Swansea said, and it made all of you look over to him in pure surprise.

“What’s the funny look for? Ya think I’m a freak that would refuse my wife that? She needed it! The kid just….It ain’t my place, but the kid just wasn’t gonna survive. Either she carried it to term and die with em, or she just skips the heart ache. Not like it was her fault. We got two healthy girls at the end of the day. We got em because she got rid of that fucked up one.” He explained, as Daisuke seemed wide eyed in respect.

Explains why he snapped more clearly.

Anya had explained to Swansea what had happened, and before you pre Daisuke knew it Jimmy’s head was sliced off and rolling across the kitchen floor. Poor Suke threw up all over you from the sight, and shock. Then threw up again when he learned why he did such a thing. Lots of puking and crying. Fitting.

“Glad that damn company is dead. Whose wise idea was it to have a single woman surrounded by men. No offense you two-“ Curly would wheeze, before you would help him take his medication. Sure is easier to take pills when you actually give him water and take it slow. No choking or crying.

“Thats a can of worms I don’t want us to talk about.” Swansea would scoff. As a father to two girls he had a lot of things to say. Daisuke would be willing to listen, sure, but honestly you all had enough emotional fatigue to last multiple life times.

Thank god Curly was so high up on the food chain at the company. They knew they would get into more hot water if their, once, top captain suddenly vanished. Wouldn’t make their bankruptcy any smoother. For once they did the right thing and sent Simeon to save them.

Funny. A capitalist corporate organization took responsibility for their actions. For the right reasons? No. But they still took it. Strange. Isn’t it?

“Is she done yet?” Daisuke would whine, as you laughed at his childish nature. As if waiting on a sister to get out of the dentists office. You found it rather endearing honestly. That despite it all he was still having a heart full of love and excitement.

“Go play on your toy.” Swansea would grumble, as Suke whined. Regardless he would pull out his game boy. A nice excuse to play video games with out any guilt on wasting his time. Enjoying life shouldn’t be a burden.

“Need anything, Curly?” You would ask him, since you planned on going to the bathroom. Yeah Swansea and Daisuke could handle him, but you still wanted to be polite. Maybe you could grab him something from the vending machines. Maybe a soda. Some sugar in his system would do him good. Anya said that sugary bubble water of some kind, like sprite, can help quite a lot with indigestion.

“I should be fine. Thank you for asking though. Sorry you have to…” He would admit, as he looked himself over. His missing limbs now properly covered up with fabric to keep them clean, and allow him some kind of independence. The fabric on the stumps were padded. With enough practice and effort he would certainly be able to roll himself around.

Then again this was a world of space travel. He was going to get cyborged eventually, but you need to be healed first before such an intense operation. Can’t rush something like this.

“Hey. I do it because I can. Not because I have to. You are our captain. Let me be a good solider.” You teased him, and even in his broken face you could see a smile.

Swansea have you a head nod to indicate he would ‘take care of the boys’ and you were off to use the restroom.

Once done with that you would grab a soda from the vending machine for Curly, a bag of candy for Daisuke, and some pretzels for Swansea. As you were making your way back a nurse would motion you over.

“Miss Anya was asking for you. She has finished her operation, and wanted you to see her.”

You were surprised at that. You expected Curly to be her first guest. Did something go wrong? Oh you couldn’t help but freak out.

You followed after the nurse quickly, and all you were shown was Anya resting in her hospital bed. Tired, but relieved. Mostly. You saw that familiar stress in her eyes. That same stress she had when asking you if she made the right choice in asking Jimmy for help with medicating Curly.

That worry of if I did the right thing.

The nurse would leave you to alone, and you would quickly set the snacks aside. Now you were sitting next to her, in a chair, and holding her hand. Ready to be the shoulder she needed.

“Hey there Doc. How you doing?” You asked her, as you carefully stroked the back of her hand. Made sure to be mindful of all the tubes and wires.

“Well….It went far smoother than I expected. It was just so quick. They didn’t even need to put me under. The IV is more so for the issues I already had because of being stranded on the ship for so long. It was just so quick. So painless. Was just like pulling a thorn out of an arm. It was….Simple.” She would try and explain to you. Needing to make sure to stop herself before using doctor jargon.

“Too easy?” You puzzled.

“Yes. It was just….I expected pain. Pain and anxiety and horror. Suppose even a nurse can come to learn a thing or two…..”

She was hiding something, and you had an educated guess on what.

“You expected Jimmy to break down the door. Weren’t you?”

There was silence, but it told you everything.

“Scoot over. Move it sister-“ You were now crawling into the medical bed with her, moving the wires around, and soon snuggled into her side. Hugging her close, and especially with your arm over her stomach.

“You did the right thing. It’s your body at the end of it all. You took responsibility of taking care of yourself. You wouldn’t have been able to live a proper life. You went to med school. You don’t need me to tell you the horrors of pregnancy and birth. That alone is terrifying. But also you simply not wanting to be pregnant is enough. Ain’t no Jimmy’s gonna storm in and say otherwise.” You huffed, as she smiled. Her head leaning into yours.

“Yeah….No more Jimmy’s. Pretty sure Swansea will make sure of that.” She did her best to joke, and you were proud of her for it. This whole ordeal was hell. Hell none of you will ever truly walk away from. But that’s ok. You all had each other to lean on.

“I think I’m ready for everyone now.” Anya would whisper, as you gave her hand a squeeze. You were so proud of her. This was all such a nightmare, but she’s taking it in stride.

“Hell yeah.” You agreed, before climbing out of the bed. You made sure to grab the snacks, and exited the hospital room.

“Come on guys-! Anya is waiting on you-!” You shameless shouted outside of the room. She couldn’t help her face palm. Daisuke sure was an influence on you.

“I wanna push Curly!”

“Like hell you are-!”

They would bicker away, before Curly said ‘fuck it’ and did his best to roll himself over. He sure was a stubborn one. Made it half way before you figured that was enough work out for one person.

“Pretty far! Getting better at it-!” You encouraged, as the two men realized how far Curly rolled off on before finally following you two into Anya’s room.

“HAPPY NO BIRTH-DAY!” Daisuke would cheer, as Anya shook her head at such a joke.

“God dammit kid-“ Swansea side, before he came over to Anya. Giving her head a kiss. Just comforting her much like a father would.

“How many of us need to be in medical beds?” Curly would give a raspy snort, as Anya reached her hand out. He would lean his head over, and she would give it a stroke. As if all his hair never burned off. A means of holding his hand, in a way, compared to just grasping a limb.

She didn’t need children.

She had all of you.

What else could a woman want?

Since you were willing to read through this story to the end, and get a nice in depth look on the importance of such why not donate to some organizations? : D

Planned Parenthood

Nation Network For Abortion Funds

National Abortion Federation

The Bridge Alliance

The Satanic Temple

ActBlue

No worry on donating. Spreading awareness and signing petitions still help! The more people learn and understand the better! Could also like reblog with other organizations or petitions!

Abortion is healthcare!

[piccoloswifers]

Piccolo X Reader

Different ways you disturb Piccolo's meditation

TW: A little steamy at the end, some touching and kissing

Before you two become friends, you would often accidentally interrupt his mediation sessions

Multiple times you would accidentally stumble across Piccolo sitting quietly with his eyes closed, a slight twitch in his facial expression giving away the fact that you were noticed

You would apologize and try to make a graceful exit while he continued to try and ignore you, for the longest time you probably thought he didn't like you

Or you would end up having to purposefully go find him and interrupt him for one reason or another

"Sorry to bother you but..."

"..."

You would start bringing the kids with you to make things less awkward when you two had to interact, something that unintentionally brought you two closer

But once you two start to become closer and consider each other friends, then you start to seek him out without the social protection of the kids with you

You would often find an excuse to go see him, bringing him water and just sitting with him. Piccolo would make a big show of being annoyed but on the inside he was happy

On days he wasn't in the mood to talk, then he would just sit there and listen to you ramble, or you two would just sit together in comfortable silence

Otherwise, you two would talk all day, which was something he wasn't really used to but enjoyed it and looked forward to it the more he got comfortable with you

You two would talk until the sun went down and the night turned cold, your body calling it quits as you started to shiver. Something that made you upset because you wanted to spend more time with him

Reluctantly, you would call it a night and he would insist on walking you back, offering you his cape before realizing you probably couldn't handle the weight of it

If you can't handle it, then Piccolo will get flustered and extend his arm to you to try and keep you close to his body, keeping you warm while complaining that you should bring a jacket next time

You never do bring a jacket, and he never really insists on it

If you're able to handle the weight, then Piccolo will offer it to you every time, never saying anything about your lingering scent on the fabric and his scent on your body

He will sniff it once you're gone and feel embarrassed by his actions, but you're doing the same thing soooo-

Your budding feelings for each other start to build up even more during these little visits, the two of you aching for more but also super embarrassed with each interaction

Once you even brought an old school boombox and played music, singing and dancing along to it until Piccolo was forced to stop ignoring you

"Do you mind!?"

His brain stops for a moment as he watches your body move to the music, a smile on your face as you turn to look at him

"Not at all! Keep being a sour puss!"

He had gotten so annoyed that one moment he was sitting and the next he was suddenly right in your space, grabbing your wrist to get you to stop and using his other hand to grip your chin firmly

You both had froze in that moment, gazing at each other before eyes began to wander to full lips that parted sweetly at the attention...

...only for the music to break the moment, your favorite song playing and making you start to dance again, this time moving Piccolo with you

"Dance with me, Piccolo~!"

"I don't know how!!"

"I'll teach you!"

After you two become a couple, you still go and interrupt him while he meditates but he enjoys it openly and even gets pouty/grumpy if you don't do it

You'll need to come by and kiss his cheek while handing him a bottle of water at least once a day, or else he'll think you're upset with him

Some days, you'll walk up behind him and hug him, leaning all your weight on him and making him grunt softly as he reaches back to touch you

He'll guide you into his lap and wrap his arms around you, letting your hands wander up his chest, ghosting over his neck and cupping his cheeks

It's an act that soothes and grounds him more than any meditation, it makes his heart swell when he looks down and sees your blissful expression

Piccolo is content to keep you in his lap all day, your legs wrapped around him and your face buried in his chest, a clawed hand scratching soothingly down your back

If you try to leave, then his arms will tighten around you, and he'll grunt unhappily before reluctantly setting you down

On certain occasions, when you're in a heated mood, you'll seek him out, pressing your chest into his muscled arm and nipping playfully at his ear

A hot hand will stroke at his chest while you start to kiss at his neck before he catches your wrist, panting softly and visibly flustered

"Right now..?"

His voice already sounds rough with arousal, and you're suddenly pulled flushed against him, both of you already knowing the answer

You lean to accept a greedy kiss from him, his hands guiding themselves down your body and squeezing the plumper parts of it

You run a teasing finger along his jaw as you go in for another kiss, stopping just before your lips touch

"I'll show you a different type of training to meditate on...~"

[covetyou]

stars and stripes

ao3 ⋆ main masterlist ⋆ series masterlist

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: nipple play, novelty underwear, balls, anxiety, democracy, the pledge of allegiance, friendly brotherly contest, alcohol, prelude to oral sex (m! receiving) word count: 5k summary: Roles are reversed this Fourth of July when you surprise Joel with a little festive treat of your own.

A/N: happy 4th of July to folks in the US and happy general election day to my fellow UK pals! If you haven't exercised your right to vote yet, and you're registered, you have until 10pm BST tonight to get to your polling station - as long as you're in line by 10pm, you'll be able to vote. do dress up Joel proud, and go do a democracy.

I make absolutely no apologies for anything in this fic. not a single thing. especially not that thing. tis the season. happy ballidays, pals!

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As it turned out, Joel knew a guy who knew a guy who could fix your AC, and within two days your house was a safe haven from the burgeoning Texas summer.

Easy as that, apparently. Your desperate attempts to call around HVAC companies the week your AC busted seemed stupid now that it was all a matter of simply knowing a guy.

Not that it was all easy. Letting someone else into your house after everything that had gone on suddenly felt scary, and it took Joel promising you he'd dip from his own job for the afternoon to keep an eye on things for you to feel okay with any of it.

But, even that left an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You'd told him to let himself in, though this time you'd given him a key, and that felt like something. For as many times as he'd broken in, and for as long as you'd left your house open and vulnerable - and, by extension, yourself - handing over your spare keys to Joel for the day felt more vulnerable than you'd ever felt with him wandering your house at unknown hours of the day and night.

It felt like something all over again when you handed them over to him the next week too - there was a jammed drawer he wanted to fix, and he said he could get in to see to it before work one day.

Even when you opened the door to him on the nights he didn't have Sarah - his daughter, you'd learned - it felt like something. Especially knowing that that spare key now sat attached to his own, jingling in his pocket each time he walked into your home, invited.

And the more somethings it felt like, the less you felt like figuring it out.

It continued the same way for weeks. Him moving back and forth the short distance between his home and yours, while you stayed safely cocooned in your own, cool, four walls.

Then, barely one month into this officially unofficial something that you were, it was finally time for you to make that short journey down the street to Joel's.

Being honest, the thought of it had terrified you, and you'd almost backed out multiple times.

Not because it was Joel, or Joel's house - at least, that's what you told yourself - but because a "the whole neighborhood is invited, bring snacks or beer" type of Fourth of July party wasn't the kind of way you'd envisioned your first time in Joel's home. You figured maybe it'd be dinner, or a movie, or a quick fuck against the stairs with Joel's balls trussed up in something. Normal things.

Not loud peopley things.

Still, you readjust your top once more, take the briefest of glances in the mirror, and head out the door anyway, nerves be damned. You can totally handle a Fourth of July BBQ at Joel's house.

You think you can all the way up to Joel's driveway, when the nerves come back with a vengeance and you stand there, feeling sick, listening to the sounds of people and music coming from the backyard.

You try to tell yourself it all makes sense. It's a new place, a place that should mean so much because it's his, but try as you might you can't fight back the panic rising as you think of the very many faces that are going to be in this new place too. Familiar faces, faces you'd seen most days as you went about your life down this street you called home, people you'd shared small talk with and said good morning to almost every day as you left for work.

Then there's this stupid outfit you're wearing. The you from weeks ago chose it the very same day you said yes to Joel's invitation, and the you of today didn't have the energy or inclination to think of anything else. Wear whatever, Joel had said, it's just a casual thing. So, you'd gone for casual.

Braless is casual, right?

Not that that was a specific choice, more a necessity. You'd chucked the third bra on the floor in a huff, cursing your shitty outfit choice and lack of bra to fit it, and instead decided to stick on some nipple pasties and be done with it.

All that's done now, and now here you are, still standing like an idiot in the driveway, closer to Joel's home than you have ever been, psyching yourself up to go inside.

With a deep breath of the dry Texas heat, you head for the open back gate, the soft sound of your shoes on the paving stones so loud in your ears as everything wooshes and fizzes in your head.

It's somehow both better and worse than your expectations.

You're immediately greeted by a sea of recognizable faces, the bottle of wine you forgot you were even holding whisked out of your hand and taken inside before you can even get your first round of hello's in. You don't have much of a chance to be nervous, or self conscious, or any of the things you'd worried about being in the days leading up to being here, because there's just so much of everything around you. Noises, smells, people.

Everything, except for Joel. You've not caught a single look at him since you got here - minutes ago - and you wonder if he's even here and not relaxing back at your place on the couch.

Then you see him. At least, you think it's him. His back is to you, locked into conversation so fierce he hasn't noticed the commotion about your entrance.

You think it's him, but you're also certain you don't know of anyone else who would dress head to toe in red, white, and blue candy stripes. The sight of it makes you forget your own outfit worries as a grin forms on your face, and that familiar rumbling of something in the pit of your stomach comes back all over again.

"Not eyein' the very slightly younger model, are you?" comes a gruff voice that has you twisting rapidly on the spot, the smile barely given chance to fall from your face when you spot the actual, real life Joel standing right there next to you, cold beer in hand.

In your own defence, real life Joel isn't dressed much better than the other Joel stood over the other side of the yard. He's probably dressed worse, actually. He's head to toe in stars, all the way from the novelty headband on his head to the flashing star lights clipped to his shoes. It's gaudy, and camp, and so perfectly Joel that the smile that dipped from your face for all of half a second is back, and you're grinning up at him, that feeling in your belly violently boiling away now that he's right there.

"Oh, him?" you say with a wave of your hand. "Nah. He's like a dollar store version of you."

"Really? I'll be sure to tell Tommy he's Dollar Store Joel from now on. He'll love that. Hey, Tommy!" he calls over the yard, before slipping his free hand behind your back. "C'mon. Let me introduce y'all."

He guides you over, hand never leaving the small of your back, touching you out here in front of all these people as if you are actually officially the kind of something that everyone should know about. And maybe you are.

But then, you're looking into familiar friendly eyes, so similar to the ones you've been staring into and dreaming of since Christmas, and watching this familiar strangers face light up so brightly you briefly wonder if his joy is misplaced until he's wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

"Shit, he weren't lying," says Tommy as he rocks on his feet with you in his arms before releasing and looking down at you. "You are real."

Before Joel can land a firm whack to Tommy's shoulder, Tommy's pulling you in for another hug, telling you how nice it is to finally meet you, because he's heard all about you, dropping in a few choice words about his asshole brother here and there as he chatters to you, and Joel, and even himself.

At some point, whether it's during the fourth hug or the eighteenth, you're not sure, Joel slips off to grab you a drink, leaving you with his bizarrely dressed brother.

"Ain't never seen him smile so much without Sarah around," he says, the moment Joel's out of earshot, giving you a nudge and another fond smile. "Y'know, I think he might like you."

"Mm, I think I might like him too."

Small talk with Tommy is easy - the man's a talker, if you ever met one. He's a charmer too, and if you met him in a bar you might think he'd be coming on to you with the way he so attentively talks to you, only directing his attention elsewhere for the briefest of moments.

"What's with the outfits?" you eventually ask, with a flick to his striped top hat. "Joel never said it was a dress up party."

"Oh it ain't, this is just a family tradition. Dad always used to dress up in dumb shit for the holidays, make us laugh, and it just sorta stuck. 'Course, added in some friendly competition over the years too, and then this," he says with a dramatic sweep down his body, "was born."

"Competition?"

"Mhm. Joel'll tell you, won't you brother?" Tommy says with a wink over your head before ducking sideways to raid the snack table.

"What am I s'posed to tell you?" he says, handing you your drink, letting his fingers linger near yours and stroke a trail of burning heat gently up your arm before falling back to his pocket.

"The competition."

"S'easy. Stars or stripes," Joel points to himself, decked out in stars and then to his brother where he stands loudly chatting to yet more guests in his candy stripes. "You gotta pick. Most votes, wins."

"I've got to pick?"

"'s the rules, darlin'."

"So you want me to pick between you, or some costumed guy I don't know - a practical stranger?" you say, with a glint in your eye, watching Joel's face drop in faux offence.

"You wouldn't."

"Don't underestimate me, Joel. I think you know exactly what I'm capable of."

Your eyes meet in a silent stalemate, the glint in your eye never leaving as Joel bites at his cheek to hold back a laugh. Tommy was right - you do like Joel, some days too much, and moments like right now, you think maybe it's reciprocated, and you like him just the right amount.

Poking him in the chest, finger pressed to the middle of one of the sea of stars decorating his body, you let yourself break first. "Stars, Joel. I pick stars."

With a roll of his eyes, and a kiss pressed lightning quick to the side of your head, Joel's hand winds back around your back.

"Thank fuck for that. Let's get you a votin' card so you can make that official."

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

As the evening draws on, you think you've talked to just about everyone in your street several times over, and then some. It also turns out that Joel and Tommy take their little competition very seriously, and always have, if your neighbors are to be believed.

By the time the votes have been counted and Joel in his star spangled outfit is declared the winner, Tommy has sunk to his knees, his hat toppled off in his despair as he hangs his head in shame.

You're still listening to them bicker as you sneak off to use the bathroom, their voices only disappearing when you've slid the patio door shut and taken your first official step into Joel's house.

"The headband swung it."

"The headband is Sarah's, and your massive skull is breakin' it..."

Even through the mess of the party, you can see that this place is distinctly Joel, with hints of a 10 year old girl dotted around the place. From the pictures on the wall to the cushions on the sofa - mostly a rich navy, but one soft pink nestled in with the blue - through to small ornamental carvings on a side table and the drawings stuck on the refrigerator.

You're looking at one - not a masterpiece by any means, but very decent attempt at a bluebonnet - when the pressure inside the house changes again with the slide of the door.

It's Joel, arms laden with bottles, and the headband flopping forward pathetically on his head. "You snuck off quick," he says, dumping the bottles onto the counter. "Get lost findin' the bathroom?"

"Distracted. Never had chance to sneak around your house looking at your shit before," you quip with a smile, trying to get comfortable with the very uncomfortable thing that brought you two together in the first place.

"Then shoes off. Lemme take you upstairs, give you a little tour, and you can use the bathroom up there. Probably in a better state than the one down here now anyway."

He holds your hand in his all the way up the stairs. That something rears its head again, igniting your palm where it meets his, your brain not registering a single word he says as he points to various doors before dragging you through one, into his bedroom.

His lips are on yours immediately - or yours are on his. You can't quite work out who started it, you just know that you're a tangle as your hands roam each other, biting and licking kisses into each others mouths. His hand finds your ass, and you're moaning as he presses you forward, into him, and the soft lump in his pants. You want to grind yourself against him, but the angle isn't right, and a nagging forgotten thing is worming through your brain when Joel pushes your bodies together once more.

Oh. Right. You remember now.

"Joel - mmph - Joel," you say with urgency through his kisses. He pulls back, searching your face with panic and a pinched brow. "I really gotta pee."

With a kiss to your forehead he lets you go, pushing you toward his ensuite. When you exit a few minutes later, he's exactly where you left him, stood with his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish as he possibly ever could.

"I'm glad you came," he says, looking at you and setting that something off roaring through your body again.

"Me too. I... I've had a nice time."

"Just wanted you to know I didn't invite you here just for, y'know," he says, with a gesture to his bed. "Didn't bring you in here for it either. Just, sorta missed you. Not used to not bein' alone with you. It's weird sharin' you."

You don't want to remind him you've barely left each others sides all night. You don't want to draw too much attention to the something, just in case you scare it away.

"Damn. Got nothing for me? Nothing at all?" you joke instead.

"Got nothin'. Nothin' planned anyway," he says with a look around the room, his eyes focussing briefly on a drawer before flicking back to you.

Really, you should be leaving space between you and Joel. Space for the something to flourish, space that is just enough to not magnetize your body to his, smashing yourselves together and turning the nothing into something. What you should do doesn't have the power to stop your feet from slowly pulling you toward him again though. And it doesn't stop you from putting both your hands on his chest when you finally reach him.

"No? Got no magic tricks up your sleeve? I was hoping for a wand or a rabbit or somethin', you do look like you ran away from the circus."

"I'll have you know this shirt is the finest polyester you can find at Party City."

"Mm, sounds sweaty."

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"So you're sweaty and gross, and you have nothing to wow me with? I'm starting to wonder why you invited me." Which is a lie. You know why, and so does he, and you're glad for it, even if it still frightens you to think about it too much. You suspect he knows an awful lot more about you than you've told him. He's perceptive like that.

"Maybe I'm retractin' your invite."

"You wouldn't."

"No?"

"What if I've got a little something for you instead, am I still invited now?"

Joel's eyes light up and soften all at once, turning so bright and sparkling you think he might cry. It's not exactly that you've never done anything for him in the ways he has for you. When he mentioned his favorite snack, you got some in the house for nights you spend watching a movie before devolving into fucking on the floor. You bought new lingerie, which only ever stayed on if it was too difficult to get out of, and once or twice he'd caught you wearing the heart shaped butt plug before leaping on you and pounding you into whatever surface was nearest, thumb pressing down on the base and making you see stars.

Still, for all you had done, you never swapped positions in the little game you'd been playing with each other for over seven months. Each time, he was the one who came to you with some silly thing or trick or toy to tease you with, and each time you loved it. You hoped he would love this too.

"You do?"

"Mhm," you say as you put some distance between the two of you again. Space to breath, space to move, space to let the something calm back down into the pit of your stomach and curl in on itself like a cat settling down to sleep.

Your let your fingers glide up your body, gently pulling your skirt for a moment before they coast up your belly and reach your shirt, flirting with the hem before curling around it and tugging, letting your tits jiggle behind the fabric.

With a final soft tug, you peel the fabric up your body, the swell of your breasts spilling out the bottom of your top.

"Holy shit, baby," he says, a whisper of a moan on his lips. His eyes have been glued to you, wide and curious, ever since you suggested you may have something for him. And now, they're darting from your chest to your face then back down, taking in the sight of your covered nipples.

You had made some choices earlier today, in your nervous state. Going braless was only one of them. The pasties too, were another. And then, there was the shape. You has flowers, hearts, circles, straight tape and, finally, stars. It was a no brainer when you'd rifled through the packet for two that matched that white stars were the perfect choice for today. It'd only really occured to you when Joel had worn his own stars, that you were perhaps better matched today than you thought, that maybe you could have your own little game with him for once.

"Told you I was all in on the stars."

"Damn right you are," he says as he approaches, his hands finding their place on your waist, itching to move upward. "They don't hurt?"

"They're just pasties, Joel. They're soft. Feel."

And fuck, does he feel. His hands cup you, gently squeezing the softest part of your breast before letting his thumbs dance across where the pucker of your nipple should be. The sensation is muted, infuriatingly muffled by the feel of the pasties covering you.

"S'good?"

"Imagine I stroked your dick over your pants. It's good but it's not the same."

"Damn," he curses, thumbs still gently rubbing over your nipples, watching them slowly come to life and prickling beneath the coverings. "They come off easy?"

"Like a bandaid."

"Shit."

And you just know what he's thinking, because you're thinking it too. There's no real way you can take them off right now and let Joel have his way with your nipples like you're both desperate for, even if time and the swathe of people downstairs wasn't an issue. You have nothing else to cover up with and the soft breeze combined with the cold drinks and the age of some of the guests here means it's probably not a good idea to go without them.

That doesn't stop Joel from kissing you again though, more restrained than he has any right to be with your tits in his hands. You know from his frustrated groan when you bite at his bottom lip that he's two seconds away from telling everyone the parties over, only to come back up here and continue with a party for just two.

To your surprises, he pulls your top back down. Not before kissing one breast, then the other, then back to the first. You know he wants to sink his face into them, but he doesn't let himself, and he rises from his crouch with a groan and pulls you out of the room.

"Don't show Tommy," Joel whispers to you as you make your way back down the stairs. "He'll say the contest was rigged."

"Damn, I was so hoping to show your brother my nipples."

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Joel's eyes keep flicking to your chest for the rest of the night. More than once he drags you away inside, either upstairs or into the garage, just to ask you to show him one more time. If you weren't covered, your nipples would have been rubbed and pinched raw by his eager fingers by now, just as your lips were swollen by his eager mouth.

By the time it's all over, you're positively exhausted, propping yourself up on the arm of a chair and talking to Tommy as Joel waves off the last of the guests and closes the back gate.

You had barely left his side all night, and if anyone had anything to say about it, you hadn't heard it. Neither had Joel. And Tommy, a clever man when he wanted to be, hadn't made a single joke about it either. All in all, it was as much of a successful day than you could hope for, initial nerves aside.

Tommy, continuing to be a clever man, doesn't put up much of a fight when you offer to be the one to stay behind and help clear up. Of course, he's already gone around and collected most of the trash, and put the leftover food inside, but he relents at your insistence he head home - you do only live down the street after all.

Neither you or Joel get much further with the cleaning. Once trash bags are dumped in the garage and you've both washed up, his hands are back under your top, damp fingers cupping your breasts and pulling you back into him.

"Stay?" he asks, as if there was any other ending to this night, as if Tommy hadn't left precisely for this reason.

You barely agree by the time his mouth is latched onto your neck, drawing unrestrained moans out of you right there in the kitchen now that you're finally alone.

His hands, of course, find their way back up to your top, stroking over the edge of the pasties once more.

"You really like 'em, huh?" you ask as his thumb brushes the edge of one, starting to curl and pull the point of one of the stars.

"Like that we match. Feel like you picked 'em for me," he mumbles into your neck, releasing one breast and tucking his hand into the waistband of your skirt. "Like that I've had somethin' to think about, somethin' to play with, even with all these people here."

Fuck, if you haven't liked that too. Letting him play had been one of the highlights of your night so far. Being manhandled into the garage, giggling and pushing Joel as he clasped his hands together in a plea to please see your tits. The souvenir love bite you'd let him suck into your left breast after dragging you back upstairs for a second time. You'd spent half the night flipping between Joels hands and mouth on your tits, to being dragged back out to socialize. Your pussy had given up trying to regulate itself after the third session of Joel's teasing, and you'd spent the rest of the evening wet and waiting.

This is a fact he finds out now, as he slides his hand down over your mound to cup you over your panties. You both let out the same curse as he presses and wiggles his fingers back and forth over you, rubbing your clit over your underwear. You had hoped to peel the pasties off before you fucked him, giving him full access to your nipples for the first time tonight, but you don't think you're going to make it that far, not now his hand is pulling your panties aside, feeling for the slick wetness between your lips and dragging it up, up, up to swirl around your clit.

Not a second later you're scaling the stairs for what you know will be the final time that day, this time you dragging Joel as you both kick of your shoes and stumble up the steps. You already ache from all the standing, and if you have it your way, your legs are going to be shaking and trembling too much for the rest of the night to possibly be of use to you.

With his door pushed open, left wide now the house is empty, you pull yourself back into him, only for him to slip his still wet finger between your lips, letting you taste yourself before he captures your mouth, licking your taste from your own tongue.

Then, your hands find his chest, that ridiculous shirt, and pull at it, tugging the fabric taught to his body, eager to get it off and tumble into his sheets with him.

You were right about how sweaty he'd be under the shirt when you finally get your fingers on the buttons, working your way down until you can pull it off. He's shining underneath it, the dark hair of his body slicked down as you drag your hands up over his chest, to his shoulders and then down to his belt.

He suddenly stops you, pulling your hands away, pressing kiss after kiss to your mouth as he fumbles with the buckle. In a huff, after a few failed, distracted, attempts, he pushes you away and pulls off his belt before unzipping his pants.

Joel has barely tugged them down his legs when you're staring wide eyed, howling with laughter, staring directly at his cock. Only, this time, it stares back.

At least, the bald eagle on the front of his boxers does.

"What are those?"

"Nothin'," Joel says, covering himself and trying to tug his boxers over his erection with one hand still trying to pull off his pants. Grabbing his hands, you stop him, pleading as you tug them away from his crotch.

"Show me."

"Look, s'nothin. Just another stupid thing Tommy got me and I thought it'd be funny but..."

"Sure looks like you got somethin' there for me. All this time you were sayin nothin'. Don't tell me you're getting shy on me now. C'mon. Please."

You pout, trying desperately to get him to give in when you have an idea and you're tugging your top off over your head and throwing it to the side, brandishing your star covered nipples to him once more.

"Pretty please," you say with a small shimmy, and Joel's hand immediately falls away, coming up instead to cover his eyes with a sigh.

It's a sight to behold. Really, it is. The eagle is staring back at you once again, still bolstered by Joel's solid length and the heft of his balls behind it. What you hadn't noticed before is it's sitting on a canvas of United States flag, stars and stripes covering his thighs, his hips, his ass.

"Oh wow. Joel those are -" you cough out a laugh "- those are amazing."

He's rolling his eyes. You can hear it in his voice and see it in his posture. "Yeah, real funny, I know."

"No, I like them. Very festive. And y'know what," you say, cupping his cock right over the eagle print of his boxers as you clear your throat. "I pledge allegiance -"

"No, don't you d-"

"- to these balls -"

"Stop."

"- and the cock they sit under -"

"Oh my god," he says, fighting through a laugh, your fingers squeezing and massaging as you pledge yourself, whole heartedly, to the appendage in your hand.

" - one - uh, cock and balls? Is there even a collective word for cock and balls? - under Joel -"

"It's just gettin' worse."

"- definitely indivisible, no divisible balls here - "

"You're killin' me."

"- say it with me now - with liberty and justice for balls."

You try to keep a straight face as you finish. Really you do. But as Joel's whole body shakes and ripples, his balls jiggling in your hand as laughter wracks through him, you can't help but fall into him, letting yourself be propped up by him as you crumple in on yourself in delight.

"You callin' my balls Liberty and Justice now?" Joel finally says through a laugh.

You slide a finger up the leg of his boxers, pulling gently on them as you stare down at the flag adorning his ass and balls.

"Yep. You're Star Spangled Joel with your side kicks, Liberty and Justice."

You give his balls a little squeeze again as you name them.

"Now that you pledged your allegiance, you gonna keep yappin' or you gonna prove it?"

But it's too late, because you're already sinking to your knees, right there in his bedroom, a place you both know you're going to wake up in the morning, wrapped in each other as the sunlight peeks through the curtains.

"Just try to stop me."

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8 makes 1 brain cell | atz.

❤︎ synopsis — living with 8 men who all share a brain cell has its moments. just crack hcs

pairing: ateez x gn!reader

theme: crack ✦

a/n: this is different form my usual slutty ahh fics. so hopefully people will like this ;))

cw: bad grammar and informal writing. lots of cursing. yeosang makes a fat joke. yunho’s feet. yunho and san have nasty ahh farting habits, so does mingi. there’s lots of mentions of farts but that’s because ateez are men. jongho talks abt decapitation. wooyoung’s dirty mind.

➵ park seonghwa

this man misplaces his legos so many times

some of the members have stepped in his lego pieces way too many times.

and he’ll just sit there like “oh you found my luke skywalker piece :))”

you just help him find his legos again and clean it up whenever he needs help

you know how ateez has that fridge rule where they can eat any food in the fridge if it’s unlabeled?

yeah seonghwa has broken that rule multiple times. he’s eaten so much labeled food before.

and no one even suspects him too, because one time wooyoung got caught doing the same thing and he’s been getting blamed ever since

while seonghwa just sits there like: ☺️ you know however, you just don’t say anything

big clean freak. we all knew this

and he’s perfectly justified too. i would also be upset if one of my bandmates just left a musty ass sock in the middle of the perfectly pristine living room.

weirdly competitive during fall guys

like he’s got his cutie patootie games where he can chill on animal crossing and stardew valley, but these other games? his swearing puts a sailor to shame

“hongjoong you bastard- don’t— fuck- do NOT push me off the damn edge-!! i’m gonna kill you.”

➵ kim hongjoong

never has has a pimple in his life. and will never get one because of how fucking gorgeous his skin is

like he’d be hearing about all the acne attacks yunho and mingi got when they were younger and he’s like “what’s that”

gen z but his knowledge on meme and slang culture is that of a rock

has to ask you, wooyoung and jongho for help

he falls for the updog jokes every time the 99z pull it on him and they never let him live it down

discovered animal farm by george orwell and will not shut up about it every time the topic of dystopian literature is brought up

hongjoong probably owns like 50+ colognes and perfumes he never uses 😀

he has a whole shelf dedicated to them, and probably only uses one or two

“don’t judge my taste in scents. y’all are just mad you can’t afford this.”

caffeine makes up 90% of his blood

he’s got that na jaemin problem with his coffee addiction because of how much he works

sometimes he tweaks out so bad you need you put on the “o i i a” spinning cat meme on the tv to distract him

it weirdly calms him down. it’s like playing baby sensory videos for the child you’re babysitting

➵ jeong yunho

very into sports anime like sk8 the infinity, yuri on ice, haikyuu, blue lock

like that seems normal at first glance, but then you realize all those shows are kinda fruity as fuck

and you’re standing here looking at him like 🤨🤨 you got somethin’ to say, yuyu??

“i’m fluidly heterosexual” is what he says

probably has a bunch of drafts of tiktok thirst traps that he just doesn’t care to post. partially because he knows ATINY won’t be able to handle it

you and him once tried making tomato soup and grilled cheese together, and he didn’t put the blending lid on properly for the tomatoes

so tomato mixture got everywhere and into your eyes. he had to hold back his laughs while you stared at him with murder in your eyes.

has deadly ass farts and has definitely aimed one of them at wooyoung because he was being annoying

if he’s laying on the opposite side of someone on the couch he’ll put his feet in their face to annoy them. caressing their cheeks with his toes n’ shit. like gross

“san you wanna smell my feet?” 😏

“i’m gonna dropkick you”

➵ kang yeosang

a savage lowk

he acts super clueless and innocent on camera, but sometimes he will deal the most lethal one-liners when provoked

“wooyoung shut your horizontally challenged ass up, i saw your fat ass down like 20 cookies this morning like you haven’t eaten in months.”

wooyoung’s reaction: 😟

misplaces his shit all the time but they’re always so easy to find

“where are my glasses??” and they’re literally in his hand

probably drinks arizona green tea like he’ll die without it

dogs LOVE him

you and yeosang were walking casually through the streets and like- two stray puppies ended up following y’all home (without you two noticing too)

gets WAYYYY to jittery and hyperactive if he consumes an energy drink

he’s officially banned from ever consuming another ghost or monster because of the “rubber chicken incident”

he doesn’t remember that incident, but if you ask jongho about it, he’s just gonna do the hundred yard stare on you.

“jongho… what is that incident all about?” “…. no.”

➵ choi san

remember how it was mentioned yunho has deadly farts? san’s are LETHAL

the amount of protein shakes he consumes is actually diabolical. one lil’ toot from him could revive the bubonic plague

one time you got a good whiff of his farts while he was napping and you went 😦

skin is gorgeous as fuck but has a nonexistent skincare routine

he either aggressively lathers on cetaphile like a true man, or uses body wash on his face like a heathen

san has a burner acc on tiktok that he uses to save all the thirsty ass edits of himself so he can flex later to the other members

one time this account almost got leaked by mingi and san saw the light for a quick second there

every time someone brings up that fuck ass leopard print purple button up he used to wear all the time in early ateez days he’s ready to fight a bitch

dude’s the dolce & gabbana prince now, he’s got an image to maintain as the fashion icon

spends WAY too much money on jellycats, and you’ve def encouraged this spending behavior. that love for plushies will never go away

if you ever mention twink san during 2018-2019, san gets a little shy and defensive

“awwww, sannie you looked so cute in this picture five years ago—“ “stop. ☹️”

➵ song mingi

actually the clumsiest mf to walk planet earth

he could be standing still and somehow fall (and do the family guy death pose), while the other members clown him

probably cried watching all of the bambi films (me too buddy)

tbh i just feel like he has a really big attachment to underrated disney movies and gets offended if people don’t know what they are (the fox and the hound, the aristocats, treasure planet etc.)

he just seems like a movie guru in general

complains about san’s farts smelling like ass but his farts could start earthquakes

like- they don’t smell, they’re just loud as fuck.

and he’s definitely paused a recording session just to lift his leg and let it rip

snores really loudly when he sleeps

jongho once was forced to sleep between wooyoung and mingi, and literally he got like- no sleep because of how loud their snores were

this guy wouldn’t hurt a fly, we all know that.

like he’s tall and buff and hot, but he’s probably scared of peppa pig or smth

“those eyes have seen things.” is what he says

he once had a dream that you shaved his head without him knowing and he wouldn’t let you touch his hair for like a week. like bro developed a legitimate fear of it

“you touch these luscious locks and i’m bodying you.” “mingi ☹️”

➵ jung wooyoung

legitimate, certified ankle biter

like wooyoung probably has a phd in ankle biting or smth, because he bites everyone all the damn time.

and he’s definitely caused some gnarly looking marks to last for a while (poor yeosang)

can make a dirty joke out of everything

he’s got the humor of a middle school boy and an absolutely rancid mind. it’s a talent, really.

“ugh, finding a rhythm for this song is so hard.”“you know what else is hard? 😈”

this boy cannot sit still for like five seconds

gives his stylists and makeup artists a hard time because he moves around too much, and giggles when he gets his blush done cuz the brush tickles his cheeks

is weirdly into competitive pokemon battling

he’s definitely used a clefable with the most annoying moveset to troll people (cosmic power, moonlight, minimize and stored power)

cooks like a god but can’t bake for shit

you showed him a fun banana bread recipe, but he got too impatient waiting for it to fully bake, so he took it out while it was still raw in the center

you threw an egg at him for that

“but y/n :(( …” “don’t speak to me.”

will do random internet deep dives at 3am, only to find the most cursed shit and later ask someone about it. for some reason he thinks going on tumblr (hehe) or ao3 is the best idea in the world.

“jongho what is mpreg?” “🧍🚶‍➡️🚪”

➵ choi jongho

biggest pear hater in the world for no reason

it’s not even because of his love for apples, he just ate a bad pear one time as a kid and forever loathes them

has definitely thrown hands with mingi cuz that mf ate his honey butter chips

jongho does NOT play about his snacks, and honestly me too

“come here so i can politely bitch slap you :)”

acts normal and above all of his hyungs cuz they’re all weird as fuck, but he’s just as insane as them

once got into a screaming match with wooyoung over fall guys, and the game got banned by hongjoong for a month

also weirdly competitive over animal crossing for no reason

like there’s no competition, he just wants to have the best island (which he can’t because hwa is so much better at the game than him, and jongho’s salty about it)

jongho understands english better than he lets on, but doesn’t help the members because he likes seeing them struggle

poses in pictures like a literal boomer

the amount of times you’ve taken his pictures, and you had to hold back your laugh because he was just standing in the frame like “🧍‍♂️👍”

says random traumatizing facts to unsettle ateez and he smiles like he won the fucking lottery

“san, did you know that when you get decapitated, your mind stays conscious for at least 20 more seconds? 😊” “…. what.”

at the end of the day, you live with eight chaotic men who are just too much. but still makes life more interesting for you <3

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