#i saw 'bite' only in like. two fics back when i was researching for my in-universe fanfiction

[insecateur]

Me, looking at vulgar french words for penis: Oh neat they also have Verga

Also tbt to the time a teacher of mine said "Le bilo bitte" instead of Bic and we spent a full hour laughing

"verge" is commonly used in french smut and is at least marginally better than "membre" which is a nightmare imo. "organe" is another euphemism which i feel like you need to be very confident in order to pull off. i haven't written smut in french in so long i'd like to write some this year

"bite" is always funny altho i do think going a step further and reaching for "teub" gives it a real special flavor

[deanscherrypie420]

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

A/N: Hi guys! I promised another Sam fic so HERE WE ARE! This idea was originally for Dean, but I figured it would work for Sammy too. I tweaked it a little bit once I saw this GIF because OMG idk its just so cute. ENJOY <3

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader Y/N, Dean Winchester, Crowley

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Demon!Reader, arguing, mild violence, guns, alcohol, biting, fluff, supernatural stuff, nerds, physical affection.

Summary: After the Winchester brothers barge into Crowley's lair, they meet you. You're already in a bad mood and they don't help. You can't help but notice the taller one, how attractive he is. After going to the bunker with them, you find yourself in an unexpected situation.

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"I have never once gotten myself in danger! Why won't you let me do this?" Y/N screamed at the man in front of her. Crowley was like a father to her. He took her in from the depths of hell when she was little, turning her into the little princess of hell.

"Hunters get hurt. They die, all the time. Is that really something you want for yourself?" He questioned, crossing his hands in his lap. He was staring down at her from his throne and this irked her. She didn't like being talked down to, especially not by Crowley. She was not going to be treated like one of his servants.

"You are ridiculous. I am more than capable of killing a few monsters. I'm a mini you, for hell's sake!" He just shook his head and sighed. "I said no, Y/N. Do not make me repeat myself."

Y/N felt her jaw tick, her eyes quickly flicking to black, a low red glow illuminating from the corners. She wasn't a normal demon. After being with Crowley, she evolved into a different being.

Her arm stuck out and she flung him across the room, earning a loud groan from not only him but two new men. She snapped her head around and walked backwards towards the throne, claiming her rightful seat upon it.

"Did we interrupt something?" The shorter one chuckled as he nudged Crowley with his foot. The older man grunted and pushed himself off the ground. "Get out, Winchesters. We are having a family discussion."

The taller one glanced over at you, and his brother hooted. "Wow, a new wife? This one's a little young, don't ya think?" Her eyes widened and she instinctively slammed him against the wall. "He is like my father, you indolent pig!"

"Right, my bad." He choked out and the giant stepped forward. "Let him go." He said as he pulled out a blade. She just laughed, looking over at Crowley. He gave her a nod and she huffed, releasing the man from her hold.

"Well, aren't you a bundle of sunshine." He scoffed as he brushed himself off. She glared at him and he put his hands up in defense, making the taller one laugh quietly.

"Look, Crowley, we need your help. Difficult demon hunt." He explained as his brother still tried to compose himself. Crowley shook his head, an amused look on his face. "Very funny, Sam. Run along, you two aren't getting help here."

"Actually, Sam, you might. What do you need help with?" Y/N announced quickly, rising from the seat and stepping forward. "Uh... Just with some research, I really don't think you-" Sam started but Crowley cut him off. "You aren't helping, Y/N. Go to the back room, now."

"What's your name?" She asked the shorter man, ignoring the king completely. "Dean. This is my brother." He grinned, growing a liking to the young woman. Sam cleared his throat and looked down at her, "I would listen to your, uh, dad."

The older man nodded and gestured towards the doorway behind her. She shook her head and smiled up at him, an innocent look in her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. "I'm a big girl, Sam. He can't control me." She moved closer to him, standing nearly a foot away.

"He's the king of hell, the hell you mean he doesn't control you?" Dean questioned, disbelief mounting his features. She glanced over at him, her eyes morphing into dark pits enclosed by a ruby glow. "I'm the princess of hell. I have more power than you think, Winchester."

Sam stepped back, his brows furrowing as he lips flattened into a line. "Don't worry, I don't bite. I want to help." She blinked her eyes back to normal and grinned at the brothers.

"Y/N! What did I tell you!" Crowley shouted, using his powers to throw her to the floor. She hissed and got up, her eyes glowing brighter than they had before. "I swear to God, I will carve out your fucking eyes." She spat as she tossed him against a wall, her fingers closing tighter, slowly crushing his internal organs.

Sam rushed to her side and tried pulling her back, but she just kept going, slowly walking towards the king. When she reached him, her hand wrapped around his throat, a low growl escaping her. "I'm becoming a hunter, whether you like it or not."

Sam gripped her shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "He's not stopping you, let's go. You're alright." He soothed, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Her brain stuttered, her force relaxing as her eyes shifted. "Fine." She stated simply before letting go of Crowley completely and storming out of the building.

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They had stopped at a diner before heading home to the bunker, all of them chatting and story-telling. The waitress came by to take their orders and she looked Y/N up and down, a look of distaste forming across her face.

"Well, you have an interesting fashion choice." The older woman spoke. Y/N bit her tongue, trying to remind herself that this was a conservative town and her outfit was very provocative. "Thanks, Hun. Anyway, I'd like-" The woman cut her off and put a hand on her hip.

"I'm just saying, young lady. That is a very immodest outfit. If I didn't know better, I'd think you work on the streets." Her southern drawl only made Y/N more irritated. Dean tried holding back a laugh, his beer nearly shooting out of his mouth.

"And I think you belong in a nursing home. Don't worry, hell has great hosts. I'd like some fries, please." She punctuated her statement with a flash of her eyes, the action earning a quiet gasp from Sam and roar of laughter from his brother.

"C-coming right up." The waitress murmured before skittishly running off, retreating to the back of the diner. "Damn, little lady. Didn't know you were that feisty!" Dean teased and she rolled her eyes. "Didn't know you were that reckless." Sam muttered and she sighed.

"Sammy, we're fine. What is she gonna do, call a priest on me?" Dean snickered some more. "You should really be more careful - for your safety." Sam warned, his brows knitted together.

"Awh, you care about me!" She cooed, a sarcastic undertone lacing her words. "We only just met, Sammy. We aren't that committed yet."

He shook his head and stared her down, his eyes so full and bright. "Those are the cutest puppy dog eyes ever." She added before kissing his cheek and excusing herself to the bathroom.

"Sammy's got a girlfriend..." Dean whispered in a sing-song voice, causing Sam to kick him under the table.

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Sam was researching in the library, books sprawled out on the desk in front of him. He was fiddling with a pen in his hands, a concentrated look on his face as he jotted down a few things on a notepad.

"Whatcha writing, Sammy?" Y/N asked. She was sitting on a bar above him, the ceiling only a few feet away from her head. Her legs dangled mindlessly in the air as she studied him.

He raised a brow and looked up at her. "What are you doing up there, Princess?" He questioned back, slouching back a bit in his chair. "Watching you." She responded with a huge smile, her eyes glistening in the bunker light.

"Why don't you come down from there, yeah?" He offered, patting his thigh gently as an invitation. She giggled and bit her lip, leaning forward. Her hands slid beneath the cool metal and grasped the edge behind her.

She swung downwards, hanging there for a minute before dropping to the ground. "If you insist." She danced her way over, her hands meeting his shoulders as she crawled into his lap.

He chuckled and his hand began rubbing her back. She nestled her head underneath his chin and skimmed over the pages he was reviewing. Her legs were hunched up, knees level with his upper chest and feet planted on his other thigh.

His free hand gently wrapped around her ankle, his digits resting on the hem of her sock as his thumb traced random patterns on her skin.

She reached over and grabbed his beer bottle, taking a long drag and twirling it between her fingers. "That's mine." He mumbled into her hair, his hand moving from her leg, covering hers as he tried to reclaim the bottle.

"No. I want it." She retorted, trying to move the bottle away. He plugged the top of the bottle with his thumb so it didn't spill, tugging it away from her. "Well, you don't always get what you want."

She huffed and crossed her arms, her elbow digging into his stomach. "I got you." She bickered and he smiled. He set the bottle down on the table and pulled her closer, one arm hooked around her belly.

"I guess you're right, Princess."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! This one was super fun to write <3 If you liked it, please follow, reblog and comment! All feedback is LOVED.

Send in requests if you have any! :)

[daquila]

MASTERLIST!

[ if it’s not obvious, i really like gojo ]

-> Lost in The Sea of Stars ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| about you both being researchers in a post-apocalyptic society! my first fic so it’s quite rough

-> Happy Birthday, ‘Toru ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| silly fic about you painting a surprise for gojo! megumi, yuji, and nobara help you complete the work.

-> My Heart’s Delusions ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| angst and references to toru being a bad boyfriend when reader was in highschool

-> Long Days at Work ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just reader being stressed about jujutsu life— nothing else!

-> I’m Not Coming Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| slight mentions of shoko and suguru. a fic about reader dying LOL it’s just pure angst hehehe

-> Selfish Desires ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| in which reader doesn’t die but it ends up with gojo becoming toxic…. mentions of satosugu and gojo seeing reader as suguru ☹️

-> Hopefully, In Another Life ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| gojo confesses but reader has issues 😑 slight or maybe just angst in general….

-> A Way Back Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| reader being really sad at a clan gathering because gojo has been sealed… then megumi notifies her on a way to unseal gojo!

-> I love you ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| ‘toru feels insecure in your relationship. you reassure him that he’s the only one that you love.

-> Goodnight ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| doing late night paper work in school is stuff, especially when you have a man-child taunting you.

-> Satoru’s Birthday Surprise ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| second part to his birthday fic hehe

-> This Is Me Trying ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| the love that he lost. practically him pointing all fingers at himself for what happened to you! angst/no comfort hehe

-> The Things That He’d Do ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| head cannon or drabble list hehe

-> New Year’s Eve ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| it’s quite noisy outside, so you woke up feeling hungry. now you find yourself watching fireworks with satoru from your balcony window

-> Pancakes ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| casually spawning satan himself into the kitchen, surprisingly, results into disaster! Satoru is a HORRIBLE chef

-> Confession ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| like what the title says, he confesses his love for you

-> First Time I’ve Ever Saw You Cry ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| satoru despising the higher ups for what they said about you // implied that reader is hospitalized due to a mission but there’s no description of injury whatsoever

-> Wanna Dance ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just slow dancing with ur husband hehehehe // kind of wrote it while listening to ulap by rob deniel

-> Cream Bun ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| short story of satoru taking a bite out of your cream bun

-> Nostalgia ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| looking back at a sickly sweet photo of you and husband while getting ready for your wedding

-> Debating with Mr. Silly ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| a sickening, sweet, and silly story about how a debate brought a confession out of satoru’s lips (my fav one yet tbh haha)

-> My Wife ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| (prequel to nostalgia) about cleaning a closet and stumbling across something you wore on the month he proposed to you hehe

-> Three Promises || One, Two, Three ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| [ timeline: highschool era -> 28yr gojo x reader -> post-shibuya gojo x reader ] a series of three promises that you’ve made with gojo satoru.

-> Found Family ! [ g. satoru x reader x fushiguro siblings ]

|| babysitting the two siblings and it turns out that they are fond of you and would like to be part of a family with you :3

[icallhimjoey]

ok now that you just did that rather sad fic a minute ago could you do one where reader and joey are actually trying for a baby? you can take it whatever way you want but preferably fluffy and happy ok love u ur an amazing writer

pumped this one out FAST, hope you enjoy babe wordcount: 0.8K ----------   

 Actually Pregnant

    Joe had placed two heavy bags of shopping on the counter and was making his way through them, putting everything away in it's place. He’d picked up things he thought pregnant women needed, all his knowledge of the subject just from film and media he'd picked up throughout his life. None of it accurate, researched or even just asked. It was a huge assortment of jars of pickles (several kinds), lemons and oranges, different types of cheeses, olives and lots of chocolate.    "What is it you want- what is it you need?" Joe held up a bar of chocolate and a jar of olives, motioning for you to make a decision, his eyebrows raised high in question.

  "Oh my God, Joey," you peeked into one of the bags and smiled through a pout. "You know I have to actually be pregnant to have cravings."    Joe frowned his brow and nodded. "Of course," he said, like it was obvious to him and he'd known this information when he had whizzed through Waitrose half an hour ago. Obviously, he hadn't known. And you thought it was possibly the cutest thing Joe had ever done for you.      Joe kept going, placing pots and jars far back into the fridge. "So we'll have it ready for when you will be."     You hugged him from behind as he twisted jars so the labels would be facing out. "What if I'm one of those crazy women who craves something insane, like soil? Or clay?"    Joe swung an arm over your head and twisted in your arms. "I'll get you anything you need from the garden center, just say the word." he leant in for a quick kiss before patting your arms to let go. He had more work to do.    Being in love with Joe was different from any relationship you'd been in before. Obviously, you thought. You had never considered having a baby with anyone else, but Joe had made it an effortless choice. Of course you wanted children with him. Being with Joe felt like babysitting a kitten: it was adorable, and fun, and exciting. And you wanted to love him and squeeze him every second of every minute of every day. It felt like being lost on the right way somehow, and you loved every moment of it.     It had only been a few weeks after you'd decided to actively start trying for a baby. You'd been a little apprehensive, careful, because you knew it could take a while. You might not be as lucky, things could easily go wrong before they'd go right.    Not Joseph. He'd dived in head first and had surprised you with an empty room, completely cleared out, to make space for a crib. He kept sending you baby names through text all day, and his hands would barely leave your body when you both got home from work at the end of the day. After sex, Joe had always been the sweetest, but the care he gave you now was something else. He had read that gravity could do something to help, so he'd place you with your feet up against the headboard and pillows under your butt to hoist you up. And sleeping on your left side was better than any other sleeping position, he had heard somewhere. "It helps blood flow to your placenta." Joe said, like he had any real knowledge of the subject, and so he'd push you over in your sleep if he found you sleeping on your right.     "Pickle?" Joe had opened a jar. "These are nice without cravings too." Joe took one out and had a bite himself before holding it out to you. Sure, why not. You took it and ate the rest when you saw Joe reach into a nearly empty bag and pull out handfulls of pregnancy tests.     "I got all the different kinds they had." Joe piled them all together before taking one to read the box. Then he handed it to you. "Do one now." big puppy eyes stared you down excitedly.     "Joe, I'm not going to be pregnant yet."    "So? Do one anyway. What if you are?" he nudged you with the cardboard packet.   "I won't be!" you tried, trying to spare yourselves a disappointment.    "Do one for practice!" Joe reached for your hand and placed the box in there, wrapping your fingers 'round it. You tried to remember if there was a time in your life where you had loved him more.    "I've had too many a scary moment in my late teens early twenties to need any practice," you scoffed before handing Joe the test back and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Your boyfriend was adorable.    "Let's not waste these until we think I'm actually pregnant, all right?"     Joe looked at you for a second, eyes wandering down to your stomach before looking back up again. And then, as if somehow he was the strongest man in the world, he hauled you over his shoulder like you didn't weigh anything.    "So let's get you actually pregnant, all right?"   

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! can you recommend some angst fic where stiles dies and the pack deals with that?

I can't technically rec any, cause I just don't read MCD as a rule. Lol. But here's some for you to be sad about.

Goodbye, Sweet Boy by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 1,016 I Teen I NO Pairing)

The saying went all dogs go to heaven, but Stiles liked to say that all dogs, as man's best friend, go to paradise.

Just A Dream by 015wayward_winchester

(2/2 I 1,096 I Teen I Stydia)

Lydia thinks she has been having a reoccurring dream where Stiles dies, but it wasn’t a dream.

11 Minutes by JustJim, Useless_girl

(1/1 I 6,756 I General I Sterek)

11 minutes were all it really took in the end.

As Fate Would Have It by Nihilistic

(1/1 I 9,603 I General I Steter)

Peter's heart skipped a beat when he checked his phone and saw fifteen missed calls and two voicemails from Stiles. As he started up the first message with fear pricking at his spine, a part of him hoped he heard something stupid, like, “Peter! I’m at the store with Erica and we’re trying to figure out what kind of suspenders to get Derek! Call me back, it’s super important!!”

Peter held his breath as it began to play.

“So,” Stiles’ voice said, and Peter took extra care to assess the tight, garbled strain of the boy’s throat while he threw on his shoes, grabbed Derek’s keys and all but sprinted from the house. “I’m still alive… but… maybe not for long..."

-OR-

There's Hell Hounds on the loose, and Peter blames himself for Stiles' death. Luckily, Stiles is kind of a badass, and did he mention he has a Nemeton?

I Miss You by SterekIsMyAir

(12/12 I 12,399 I Teen i Sterek)

"What the hell are you doing?" Cora screeches a little, fast walking over to them. The pack parts like the red sea as Cora slams the laptop closed.

"Who the hell was that?" Jackson asks back, narrowing his eyes at Cora.

Cora grabs her hair and yanks it a little before she says, "That was Stiles."

"Yeah, we kinda got that. We mean 'why does Derek have him on his computer'?" Erica asks, crossing her arms and cocking her hips.

Cora sighs, long and loud, before she says, "That's Derek's fiance."

"Why haven't we heard of or even met him?" Scott asks, looking like a sad puppy.

"Because he is dead." Cora says, narrowing her eyes and grabbing the computer before walking away.

Trapped In The Shadows by RougueShadowWolf

(6/? I 13,995 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

The really unfortunate thing about being the awkward skinny boy with skin too pale to handle sunny Californian summers, while being surrounded by a group of people who could all make a carrier as models was the fact that no one ever noticed you. No one sees you. Not until you aren’t there to get them their drinks or do their research.

My Love will Never Die by GrimReaperlover11

(19/19 I 33,824 I Teen I Sterek)

when the witch hunts happen. Stiles finds himself making a friend...a friend that eventually learns his secret...a friend he eventually comes to love...but when he is put on trial for practicing witchcraft and he is burned at the stake, he fears this will be the end of it.

however, when he wakes up...he finds himself in a different time and place...everything is much different than what he is used to, and how is the Derek he loved before he died...still alive?

Of All The Ghosts by luulapants 

(13/13 I 68,281 I Explicit I Steter)

"Stiles didn’t need someone to walk through him to realize he was dead. He didn’t need to try to talk to someone only to be blatantly ignored. He knew it right away, the same way a person would know if a room was warm or cold. He felt dead."

Stiles accepts the bite, and it doesn't take. Now he's stuck as a ghost and, just his luck, the asshole that killed him is dead, too.

Only Human by SephrinaRose

(32/32 I 120,567 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is human.

And sometimes he forgets that fact. But, luckily for him...the universe is all too happy to remind him.

Because Stiles is only human.

(Series of one-shots depicting Stiles Stilinski's death)

[j0kers-light]

Joker x reader on her period ? On my mine right now I’m dyingggg 😭😭 (I love ur fics! ) 🩷

15 days later..

Hi anon please don’t hate me 😭

I split this into two categories: heavy and light periods. Every female is different and y’all know I love showing diversity because not every body is cookie cutter perfect. I might come back and polish this a bit more but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Let’s talk about a heavy period🩸

You are miserable and it’s not fair that the world expects you to smile through the pain as if everything is fine. It’s not. You are ready to pass out.

For an entire week you are going through it.

Symptoms you are subjected to are nausea, bloating, dizziness, intense cramps, body aches, and fatigue are just a few to name. Each one has you in the worst mood ever and Joker definitely notices.

He saw you wince and rub your lower back as you disappeared into the bathroom. The version of Y/n that emerged was irritable and not one to be messed with.

Joker asked if you were alright and you literally hissed at him before slamming your bedroom door shut.

He didn't see you for the rest of the night and resigned himself to a lonely night in the guest bedroom. Maybe you'd be in a better mood tomorrow?

Anhhg wrong answer. You're worse. Absolutely worse. Any noise he makes, you're yelling at him to shut up (apparently you have a headache)

Joker is flabbergasted yet turned on that you raised your voice at him but before he could get in the mood, he watched you make something to eat and take a bite of it, only to hack it back up in the trash can.

And the most horrifying part? You wiped your mouth, gargled your mouth clean with water and went about your business like nothing was wrong. "Eh first day is the worst" You threw over your shoulder.

Nothing phased you, yet Joker surmised you were in excruciating pain. He would tense up whenever you doubled over and groan, only to witness you straighten back up and resume whatever you were doing with a calm demeanor.

He wasn't stupid he knew what a period was but yours was a beast of its own.

Your mood swings were legendary, you lost your appetite, yet gained a sweet tooth and balanced it out with eating straight salt.

You said it was to replenish the salt you were losing. Whatever that meant. Joker thought you were bleeding. What did salt have to do with anything?

If you use tampons, you save Joker the infamous 'sending boyfriend to the drugstore to buy them' rite of passage but he's in disbelief that you insert something in your pussy and keep it there for hours. Like what? Does it feel good like him or...?

Mid cramp you explain how a tampon works to Joker.

You might as well explain everything that's going on this week and give him a crash course on menstruation and spare no details to the madman. Joker applauds you and the women around the world.

"You have to do this for the rest of your life?!" Poor Joker. He has a lot to learn..

He sees women in a new light and he does everything he can to make your period as easy going as possible. He sends his goons to buy anything you need so he can keep a watchful eye on you

If you use pads, Joker makes fun of you wearing a diaper and joyfully asks if you need help changing it. You're in such a cranky mood, you take him up on his offer.

Cue Joker following you to the bathroom, cracking up jokes along the way but his teasing smirk fades as you pull your pants down and reveal....

"That much is coming OUT? How are you still conscious doll?!" You clean up and change and leave Joker horrified counting the pile of used pads in the waste bin. He quickly does the math and faints.

No wonder you are so miserable. Woman are powerhouses to do this each month until menopause because Joker cannot even fathom!

Joker drinks his daily dose of feminine juice and does his research about women's health to better educate himself when he notices you are awfully quiet today.

Joker began to worry when he called your name and you hardly moved from your blanket burrito position on the couch.

"Y/n?" He walked over and saw the empty bottle of pain killers on the coffee table, and his eyes snapped to yours staring off into the time continuum. It takes several minutes for you to return.

You finally hummed out a what and Joker grabs your face. It was clammy and riddled with ache but he was worried about your glassy eyes. You were half baked.

"How many did you take?" He demands.

It was period day five and you were still bleeding heavy, passing full clots with no end in sight. You just wanted some relief so you took an extra pill. Like it did anything, but it took the edge off at least.

The rest of your body however was feeling the effects.

You never saw Joker look so concerned before. If you had more energy, you would tease him about it but at present you felt his warm hands cupping your face.

"Your hands feel good." You murmur and guide one to your belly and the other to your lower back. Then you groaned in bliss. Joker was better than any heating pad!

However he was beyond concerned now.

"Bunny, how many pain pills did ya take?" He saw your body sway on the couch before you fell forward, leaning majority of your weight on him. He barely picked up your reply, "Two maybe.... four? Wait. What time is it?"

He gave you the time and his eyes widened you chalked on two more tablets. You were tetering on an overdose.

"The daily max is six! Y/n, loook. At. Me."

He tries to get your attention but you're already falling asleep, finally comfortable enough to do so, with your personal space heater holding you close. You wake up in the middle of the night with Joker cuddling you (worried sick about you) but happy to announce that your flow is slowing down. You think its a little odd that he changed your pad but he's proud that he did it correctly.

It's just another weird Joker trait you guess. Hopefully by tomorrow morning, your period would be over.

Let's talk about a light period🩸

You are blessed with a more tamer menstrual cycle.

The ones that men think all women go through because that's what Hollywood depicts periods on the screen to be. You bleed three days tops and hardly have any intense symptoms.

Joker hardly notices a change with your demeanor. You are a tad bit more irritable but nothing to be concerned about.

The only tell-tale sign is the first day when you literally have a fainting spell right in front of him. One minute you were laughing at something he said, the next your eyes are rolling back and you're falling down.

Joker catches you, asking a thousand and one questions but you come to and weakly ask him to get you some juice and something to snack on. It's that time of the month. You forgot since you have a habit of irregular periods.

You feel yourself leak through your panties and mourn another good pair of underwear but drink down the juice J got you and munch on your favorite snack. He's impatiently waiting for answers so you just come out and say it.

"Umm I started my period." Joker mouth forms an O and he nods to himself.

He's been with you for months but this is the first time he knew you were bleeding. Joker is ready to take care of you but much to his shock.... you're fine.

Make no mistake, you wince every now and then mid conversation or rub your lower back, but no drastic changes to note.

He's a bit let down actually. Movies and other media made 'taking care of your partner on her period' into a rite of passage but you're not letting him experience that!

If you use tampons, Joker buys enough to last you for the rest of the year. He likes the smooth applicator ones that are comfy and easy to remove.

For a moment you'd think Joker had a vagina with the knowledge he's giving you but he is straight faced as he explains everything he bought you.

It shows just how much Joker cares about you so you nod along and put away his impulse buy in the storage room. You highly doubt you'll put a dent in the stash.

If you use pads, Joker was a little confused which size to buy since you don't have a heavy flow. He dons a disguise and travels to the store to see the products for himself.

Guaranteed Joker is asking you what size your pussy is. "What are the wings for?" He has no filter on the phone, and you can't take him seriously. He tells you to stop laughing and help him but this is too good not to laugh at!!

All in all, Joker does not care about the looks every female in the store is giving him. He buys your preferred supplies, sugar, and other snacks to make you happy. When he gets home though, it seemed like your cycle did a complete 180.

You're in fetal position on the floor cursing Eve for this anguish you must endure. The delayed cramps hit you like a freight train. Just because your flow is light, doesn't mean your overall period doesn't hurt like a motherf--

You notice Joker standing by the door and blink back the pain to stand up and resume your normal duties. You limp back to your laptop and get back to work. Joker is terrified yet in awe.

A few minutes ago you were on the floor in agony, now you're working on your wip as if nothing is wrong. Are women secretly aliens? Perhaps superheroes? There's no way you can be calm about this.

Joker has to know what you're going through. He thinks he can handle period cramps and buys that viral machine that simulates the pain.

You roll your eyes and wish him good luck as you waddle to the bathroom to change and clean up a bit.

Joker unboxes the system and follows the instructions so the pads are connected to his abdomen. He's fully confident-- with his high tolerance to pain-- that he can start out pretty high. He turns on the power and

You come back out into the living room to see Joker writhing on the floor. He looks like he's being tased.

You glance at the level he chose. You scoff and step over him. "Wimp. Try surviving for a full day... on this level."

You turn up the voltage to reflect your current pain and roll your eyes when Joker begs for you to turn it off.

You don't.

[blogofawimpykid]

The Ice Cream Fic

Jeff X Megan

Canon: Jeff meets Megan's roommates. Megan meets Jeff's wife.

1500 Words

"Megan, hi!" My head snapped up, first towards the guy behind the counter, than towards the actual source of the voice. Jeff, standing in line for ice cream, with his wife and daughter next to him. Fuck.

"Hi," I said brightly, trying to act natural. I'd never met his family before. Part of me hoped I would never have to.

"Who's that?" Reese, my roommates best friend, asked. She had never met Jeff.

"My boss."

"Her boyfriend."

I glared at Jaclyn as we both spoke at once.

"Shut up," I demanded, quickly looking up in Jeff's direction, terrified he would hear us. His wife was looking at the menu board, his daughter was on her phone, and he was staring right at me. His expression was neutral, and he waved good-naturedly when the small group I was with all seemed to look towards him at once.

"You have a crush on your boss?" Reese asked, talking over her shoulder as we joined the back of the line.

"No," I snapped, a little too angrily. Reese and Jaclyn both turned to raise their eyebrows at me. "Sorry. I think that's his wife with him so I don't want her to think anything."

"Oh," Reese said, dropping the topic immediately.

"Why would his wife-" Jaclyn asked, voice low so Reese wouldn't hear.

"I don't know," I said sincerely. She was the only one who knew the truth about me and Jeff. I tried to busy myself by looking at the wall of candy to the back of the ice cream shop, keeping my whole body angled away from Jeff's family, as the line moved slowly forward.

"Megan," Jeff said, and I tensed up, feeling him practically breathing down my neck. I turned, almost comically slowly, and saw him waiting by the cash register with his wife while his daughter ordered. "This is my wife, Shauna. Shauna, this is Megan." Shauna smiled sincerely at me between bites of her ice cream.

"It's so nice to finally meet you. Jeff has talked so much about you."

"He has?"

"Of course. You're his new favorite employee."

"Oh." I finally made eye contact with Jeff, who's face betrayed no emotions other than those of a man getting ice cream with his family.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Jeff asked, gesturing between me and Jaclyn, who apparently hadn't noticed us talking right behind her.

"Oh, we come here like every day," I explained. I grabbed Jaclyns arm, turning her around to face Jeff. "Jaclyn has a crush on that guy." I pointed to the boy behind the counter.

"Oh, yeah?" Jeff asked, laughing in the way that most dad's do when they hear about a teenage girls crush.

"No," Jaclyn defended immediately. "I think he has a crush on me. So we're testing the theory."

"Oh, right. Jaclyn's a psych major, so this is scientific research."

"Really?" Jeff crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows at us. By this point, Reese realized that there was a conversation happening that she wasn't a part of, and she also turned around to join us.

"Jeff, this is Jaclyn's best friend, Reese," I said, gesturing. I look between her and Jeff, than back at Shauna, who was smiling politely. "Oh, this is my roommate, Jaclyn." Shauna waved at both the girls.

"How do you know Jeff, Jaclyn? It seems like you two have met before." Jaclyn glanced sideways at me, panicked but trying to hide it for my sake.

"We met when I delivered Megan's chair," Jeff explained.

"Oh, I forgot about that." The line started to move up, pushing Jaclyn, Reese, and I further from Jeff and Shauna.

"Do you want to eat these here?" Jeff asked Shauna, gesturing towards the couple of picnic tables just outside the shop.

"Sure. I'll go get us a seat, you wait with Callie." Jeff turned his back on us when Shauna left, and I felt a bit of weight lift off my shoulders. I knew that Jaclyn and I were going to have to tell Reese the truth when we get back to our dorm, but at least Shauna didn't suspect anything, as far as I could tell. As Jeff and Callie started towards the door, I could hear her ask him,

"Who were you and mom talking to?"

"Megan, the new employee at the store." I didn't look in Jeff's direction to see if he was looking back at me. Reese glanced back and forth between Jaclyn and me as we ordered, obviously sensing that there's something we weren't telling her. Leaving the store, we had to pass by Jeff's table to get to Jaclyn's car. I crossed my fingers under my ice cream bowl, hoping he wouldn't stop us. "Hey, Megan, I didn't get to introduce you to Callie."

"Hey," Callie said noncommittally, hardly looking up from her ice cream as the three of us lingered awkwardly around the table.

"And these are Megan's friends, Jaclyn and Reese." Callie finally looked us over, in the squinty-eyed, judgmental way that all high schoolers do, and Jaclyn and Reese, who were both, technically, still teenagers, regarded her in the same way.

"I like your shirt."

"Oh, mine?" Callie nodded. "Thanks. Are you a Def Leppard fan?"

"No. Just like the shirts."

"That's fair. They have really cool merch. I got this shirt from their concert."

"You went to a Def Leppard concert?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah. For, like, my 16th birthday, I think."

"Aren't they from the 70s?" Callie asked, incredulous.

"Pretty much. They still tour, though. I saw them with Journey."

"I love Journey!" Shauna gasped. "Not quite 70s," she corrected Callie, "but they were popular when i was your age. I didn't know they were still touring."

"Well, that was a few years ago."

"Right, Jeff mentioned you're a little older than the other freshmen." I nodded slowly, making eye contact with Jeff for a moment and briefly raising my eyebrows. Why had he mentioned that? "What are you majoring in, again?"

"Theater." Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Callie smirk, in the way people usually did when they heard the phrase 'theater major.'

"You know, Callie, you should get in touch with these girls. Ask them questions about college. You're a senior, you need to start thinking of these things."

"Mom," Callie groaned.

"You should totally come by the store sometime while I'm working," I offered, hoping to take some of the awkward pressure of Callie. "You obviously have good taste."

"That's a good idea too," Shauna said, looking pointedly at Callie.

"Yeah, maybe," Callie mumbled, shrugging.

"Do you guys come here a lot?" I asked, gesturing to the building behind us. I hoped the answer was no, or else Jaclyn would have to find a new crush.

"I don't think I've ever been here," Shauna said. "Jeff wanted to come."

"It's school spirit night,” Jeff explained, pointing to the sign on the door announcing just that. “I wanted to come by and support and support the alma mater.” I almost choked on my cake batter ice cream.

“You went to-“

“Yep.” Jeff nodded proudly. I wanted to die.

“You didn’t know that?” Shauna asked, seemingly surprised.

“Nope. He never told me.” There seemed to be lots of things Jeff had never told me, such as the fact that he and his wife were VERY MUCH NOT SEPARATED.

“Jeff! I can’t believe you never mentioned that,” Shauna scolded.

“I don’t know how I didn’t,” he responded, sounding almost apologetic. He looked up at me… regretfully? This whole situation was confusing me.

“You girls probably have a lot of homework to do,” Shauna said, changing the subject. “Don’t let us keep you here.”

“Oh, we d-,” Reese began, but I quickly cut her off.

“Yeah.” I tried to sound sad, like I wanted to stay and talk all night with the wife of the man I was currently sleeping with. “It was nice to finally meet you.”

“You too. Girls, it was nice meeting you.” Jaclyn and Reese both nodded, mumbling pleasantries.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jeff said, as we started to walk away. I raised an eyebrow, before I realized he was talking about work. Right.

“Yeah. See ya. Bye, Callie.” Callie waved absently, looking at her phone.

Jaclyn, Reese, and I ran across the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a mustang with half the bumper missing, and practically threw ourselves into Jaclyns car. I exhaled loudly.

“What the fuck was that?” Jaclyn asked, looking at me with wide eyes in the rear view mirror.

“I don’t know!”

“Yeah, actually what was that?” Reese asked, genuinely confused. She turned sideways in her seat to look between me and Jaclyn.

“… I’m sleeping with him,” I said sheepishly. Jaclyn started the car, some 80’s song immediately blasting through the small vehicle, drowning out

Reese’s shocked response.

[sweet-villain]

My, My, My Lover ~ Joseph Quinn

Anonymous asked:

Some fic idea for you hun :)

Reader and Joseph Quinn being in a secret relationship for over a year after being costarts on season 4 ST. Fans are shipping them hard online, obvi, but they want to keep it private so they pretend to be just friends. Until they end up together with friends at Taylor Swift concert and during "Lover" Joseph thinks to himself " f*ck it* and goes to the reader to hold them and slow dance cause it's their song (they were dancing to it at their place all the time etc. )

sorry my writing is so chaotic ahahah

Love ya <3

Author's Note : Thank you so much for the requests love! I love this idea, I am not a big Taylor Swift fan but I'll give it a go, hope you like it. Love you too <3

Brown eyes met yours from across the reading table as you held the script in your hands. You have been casted on the show Stranger Things, Joe Keery has recommended you to the Duffer brothers how wonderful you are and how much talent you had as an actress. They researched you and watched the movies you were in, agreeing with Keery and here you were. But you weren't the only new one casted as you watched brown eyes gap at you.

He was beautiful. One strand of curl has fallen out and just hangs on his forehead while the others are smoothed back, he has sunglasses on top of his head and some facial hair decorating his face around his shy smile that's being shown to you. He wore a nice grayish blackish shirt and had about three necklaces hanging around his neck and he was such a sight.

His lips turned into a smirk watching as your eyes roamed over his face and he tilted his head to the side with his eyebrow raised asking if you liked what you saw.

Your cheeks heated up and redness colored your cheeks as you broke your gaze and turned to pay attention.

" Y/N your character will play the love interest of Eddie Munson, who is going play by Joseph here" your eyes turned back to gaze at him to see he's still looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes. They are shine as he hears your name.

You have grown close over the months with Joseph, shooting scenes with him, coming over his trailer and just talking. About anything. You'd even watch when he went to put on his Eddie's wig and watched him transform into his character. He did the same, watching you choose outfits for your character each time you had to shooting he waited to run lines with you.

" It's like the two of you were made for each other" Joe Keery chuckles as he walks past you to his trailer one day noticing how you were waiting for Joseph to be done for the day.

" Joe, no" you shook your head as red colored your cheeks. He chuckled poking your heated up cheeks and rolled his eyes.

" I'm sure he likes you too" you looked up at he trailer that you were waiting at. The lights were on as you waited by the steps for Joseph, he said he'd be a minute. You were in no rush, but maybe you were because you wanted to be in his company. You wanted to see him and see those brown eyes gaze at you. Only at you. Like the first day at the reading table.

The door opened minutes later as Joseph stood there with his hands in his pockets with that adorable smile on his face that made your heart flutter.

" Come in" he says, opening the door wider. You looked back to see if Joe stood around waiting for you to only spot him on the steps of his trailer shooting you a smirk as he made his way into his trailer. You bite your lip sliding past Joseph, who's breathe fanned over your face for a moment as you passed him.

You stepped in looking around being here a few times already as you sat on the black couch in the corner with your hands in your lap. Joseph shut the door and made his way to sit next to you. A space or two between you.

" You alright?" he asks, his lips pulled down in a frown and his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes cast with worry.

" I'm just tired" you lie. How were you suppose to tell him how you feel without ruining anything?

He hums leaning back on the couch watching your expression but he can't see it clearly as you turned your head away to hide yourself. He places his hand on your leg.

" Hey" you froze underneath his touch as tingles went up your spine. He pulls his hand away feeling you stiff underneath his touch.

" Have I done something wrong, sweetheart?" he asks leaning forward placing his hand on your back as he rubs it up and down. His eyes pleading for you to look at him and once you do, his face softens along with his eyes seeing the trouble look on your face.

" Did someone hurt you?" He continues to ask. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as you look at him. Your heart is racing like no tomorrow. He reaches out with his hand and brushes your hair behind your ear wanting you to be comfortable. He is patient with you.

" No, I've been thinking a lot" you tell him standing up from the couch feeling the nerves getting the best of you. Your hands twitch and you pace back and forth in front of him. His eyebrows knit together with worry as he watches you, his stomach turning feeling the worst is going to come.

" About what?" he looks down at his own hands, frightened to look at you, frightened to listen to what you have to say. Was he about to lose you? You were special in his life, you made him comfortable, you made him at ease, you made his heart flutter, you made him blush, you made his mornings, you made things easier, you made everything better just by being you.

"I-Ive had...you know... the-se feelings" you mutter with your back to him, stopping your pacing. You feel like their is a lot of weight on your shoulders pushing you down to the ground but you close your eyes feeling a tear run down your cheek.

" Feelings about what?" Joseph asks, his heart is racing hoping you were right. That you had feelings for him because he felt the feelings too.

" About.." you gulped feeling your hands become sweaty. You wiped them down on your jeans before bringing your thumb up to your lips and lips, " ..You" you finish.

There is silence in the trailer and you think the worst. You lost the one person you thought was your person. You felt stupid.

" I-I'm sorry" you shook your head feeling the tears coming but you don't get to the door because a hand grabs your wrist turning you around. You come face to face with those beautiful brown eyes.

" Don't apologize Y/N. I want to know how you feel, and if you feel or have feelings for me, I want to know. I do. Honestly, sweetheart I have those feelings too" his eye shine exactly like the day you saw him at the table read.

His hands cup your tear stained cheek brushing the freshly tears escaping your eyes.

" You're so beautiful, you're funny, you're adorable, you're kind, you're caring, you're a treasure to everyone that loves you, including me"

" Yo-u love-e me?" you gasp out, his cheeks are colored in red as he gazes at you lovingly. " I do, I was scared to admit but I do, I love you Y/N. These past few months being around you has made me the happiest anomy favorite part of each day is to see you, hear your voice, the way you run up and hug me when you see me, to hear your laugh, your jokes, the way you like to play with my hair."

You sniffled and your face beams with happiness.

" I love you too, Joseph. You've made me happier than I ever been, I was scared to tell you because I don't wanna lose you"

" Never. Not ever in your life, sweetheart" he leans in kissing your forehead, his lips lingering there as he holds you.

That was a year ago as you thought about when you confessed to Joseph that you had feelings for him and he returned them. Keery was right all along, he knew you two would end up together. You had to thank him for even suggesting you to the Duffer Brothers to be casted along side Joseph.

Your fans and Joseph fans love seeing the two of you together, always shipping you with him and gushing how you two were cute together.

" We're just friends" the two of you would say whenever you did interviews together or one or the other were brought up in an interview.

The fans saw so much chemistry between the two of you thinking the two of you are dating but you kept pushing that Joseph was your best friend.

You were out walking around with Joseph by your side, being cautious to not hold hands or show any PDA due to the fans and the paparazzi, not wanting to show the media that the two of you were together. The cast of Stranger Things, the Duffer brothers and the rest of the crew knew that the two of you are together, promising the two of you to not let anyone know about your relationship.

" Look it's Joseph Quinn and Y/N L/N!" some of the girls and other fans have spotted you two. You looked at Joseph to see if he was okay to stop to take pictures. He nodded knowing what you were asking, and stopped to greet them.

" You're so pretty Y/N!" one of the girls said to you holding her phone out begging with her eyes for a picture with you.

" Why thank you, but look at you. You're gorgeous" you tell her, she squeals putting her face next to yours as you took a selfie with her. Joseph watches as you do, hearing the kindness and hearing the compliments you tell them.

" Are you dating Y/N?" one fan asked Joseph bringing him out of his thoughts as he looks down at them. He shakes his head, a shy smile on his face and answers, " No, we're just really good friends"

The fan nodded asking him for a picture. He happily leans down to take one with her. You watch him as he does and he meets your eyes, sending you a wink that no one notices but you.

-

" Something smells good" you walk into the kitchen seeing Joseph with a spoon like spatula as he mixing something in the bowl he has, he has a pot on the stove too. The aroma of whatever he's making hits your nose making your stomach growl.

" Hi, sweetheart" Joe lowers the gas on the stove and walks over to you, pecking your lips as he greets you. You had just came home from doing some press with Maya and was eager to get home to your boyfriend.

But you don't miss the familiar lyrics of your song that Joseph claims it has to be.

Can I go where you go?

The edges of your lips curve up in a smile with a giggle.

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

Joseph drops the spoon like spatula on the counter as he grabs you around the waist and turns with you into the living room where you can hear clearer of your song, Lover by Taylor Swift play.

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

He leans his forehead against yours holding you flush to his chest as he mouths the words.

You're my, my, my, my

You mitt the words back to him brushing your lips against his but he pulls you into a kiss with his hands in your hair as your lips dance against his.

Lover

He pulls away from the kiss but your eyes go wide remember he was making dinner for the two of you.

" Joseph, dinner!" his eyes go wide as he slaps his forehead and rushes into the kitchen to look at it to see if it's ruined or not. You let out a giggle hearing him groan from the kitchen.

He was defiantly your lover, forever.

-

" Joseph! Joseph!" you screamed running into your bedroom jumping on the bed and onto him, he had been sleeping and you didn't want to wake him but you had to for this.

" what's the matter, sweetheart?" He sat up in bed, rubbing one eye as some of his curls fall against his forehead. Your fingers edge to move them away but you don't as your hands are holding an envelope.

Sleepily he watches your face turn with excitement and he eyes the envelope in your hands wondering what got you so excited this morning.

You squeal as you open the envelop and shove something in his hands. He blinks his eyes a couple of time and glances down at his hands and reads.

He gasps out and looks up at you seeing you nod. He couldn't believe it. You two were going to see Taylor Swift in concert.

" Jamie got us tickets, next time I'm seeing him I'm tackling him to the ground and kissing the ground he walks on" Joseph laughs.

" The only kissing you'll be doing is on these lips" he moves his head and pickers his lips for you to kiss him. You happily lean in to do so, but pull away too quickly hearing a groan from him.

" We're going to see Taylor Swift in concert!" he watches as you run around the room and laughs as you got on the bed to jump. Oh he loves you so much, his hands reaches out to pull on your sweats you were wearing which was his as you collapses on top of him.

" Give me some love" he says, holding your waist. You lean down to kiss him. The tickets in your hands fall to the ground as he turns you over pinning you on the bed.

You were going to pick up those tickets up later and put them in your purse.

-

You stared up in awe as Taylor Swift sang her heart out to the crowd, to you and Joseph. Jamie has managed to get you guys front row, he and his girlfriend came along as he wanted to do a secret double date.

Some of the fans noticed that you and Joseph were at the concert and already photos were being shared on social media tagging you both. They were buzzing seeing you enjoy your time with Joseph by your side. They haven't even missed the look on Joseph's face as he watches you sing along with Taylor.

Your ears perked up at the next song, red coloring your cheeks along with Joseph as you both know this was your song.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

You close your eyes, moving to the song side to side as Joseph watches you with awe in his eyes.

And this is our place, we make the rules

Jamie watches as Joseph watches you with so much love in his eyes. He knew he made the right choice to give you the tickets. He hugged his girlfriend to his side as he watches the two of you.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Your head turned to look at Joseph and he's already watching you with a smile on his face. But when he notices that you noticed he was watching you, his cheeks turned red but he doesn't look away.

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Jospeh bites his bottom lip as his eyes shine against the lights of the show making those brown eyes that you love so much more adoring. You adored him so much as he adored you.

Can I go where you go?

He wanted to pull you close to him and dance with you just like you do whenever you put your song on in the apartment. This song was important to the both of you.

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

" Fuck it" Joseph mutters and you gasp feeling him pull you close to him. " Joseph" you says his name as his heart speeds up hearing it like you say his name for the first time.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

" What about being private about our relationship?" you ask him.

You're my, my, my, my

" I want the world to know that your mine, I'm yours. I don't wanna hide anymore" His hands come up to your cheeks as his thumbs caresses your cheeks as he looks at you lovingly.

Lover

You don't wanna hide your relationship either anymore, your hand goes into his curls and the other is gripping his shirt as you pull him close, kissing him not caring who was watching. It was just you and Joseph.

The following morning, your social media and his social media as he blown up with pictures from the concert where he was holding you but it was the picture with you two kissing, even Taylor Swift has managed to notice it wishing you both happiness.

" You're my, my, my lover" you had posted a picture with Joseph kissing your cheek with that caption while your smiling in the photo. The fans were commenting how happy they are for you, that they were right front the start.

" Darling, you're, my, my, my lover, too" he posted a different picture with your forehead against, smiling up at him and he caption those words.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[iguana-braces]

Gravity Pt.1 (Hangman x Reader)

Part TWO of FOUR of the “Freefall” series -- Masterlist 

Description: After Top Gun, it’s back to reality for you and your new favorite wingman. 

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, angst :), the briefest mention of injury

Word Count: 2.5k

(Notes are under the read-more)

MINORS DNI, 18+

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

Note: Splitting this chapter into two parts because it was becoming way too long for me to focus on. I like my fics in bite-sized chunks. 

Reader's callsign is still Arcade ❤️ And I'm stuffing ALL the canon into this one, hello Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote (plus one-liner OCs)! The timeline for this is, uh…. vague at best (just like the timeline of Maverick, ayoo). Lots of time skips. Fill it in as you wish. Part Four will include the events of Maverick, so that’s the end point. 

Again, disclaimer that I don't know how the navy works at all and I can’t let myself spiral into 97 hours of deep-dive research for a single throwaway fic line/plot point. I'm winging it here (pun fully intended) 

This angst is brought to you by “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” by T Swift and….. “Stuck in the Moment” by Justin Bieber (don’t @ me, it’s a good and very applicable song)

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You had become a Top Gun graduate, passing with flying colors despite the voice in the back of your head that had fought so hard to wash you out. But that was where you belonged, where you deserved to be, shoulder to shoulder with the best of the best. So, riding on a high of achievement, disbelief, and a few too many drinks, you capped off your graduation by finally making good on a few of the loaded innuendos that you and Jake had previously reserved for the tarmac. 

It was needy and rushed, both of you half-dressed in the backseat of your car on some deserted road just outside of town, the night before you’d be shipped back to your respective squadrons. Thirteen hours before you were on opposite ends of the planet, but at that moment, the two of you couldn’t be closer. 

"Come fly with me." When he said it that time, it wasn’t just an open invitation. It was a desire, a sigh pressed against your lips in a tone of voice you hadn’t ever heard from him before. Jake’s nose brushed against yours, your finger tracing the chain of his dog tags on his collarbone as you straddled him, still catching your breath. 

"That seems like a huge conflict of interest," you murmured in reply.

"I don't care. Nobody has to know." 

It was hard to say no to him like this, locked in each other's warmth as he left gentle kisses down the side of your neck. Who knew the Hangman had a soft side? And there was a certain thrill to the thought of keeping something like this secret. You wouldn’t have to answer to anyone else. You wouldn’t have to explain anything, labeling it and setting it in stone. It could be whatever you wanted it to be, your own private oasis where it was just him and you..

But rationality won out in the end and you chose to leave him with an off-hand, “Only in your dreams, Hangman.”

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It was your idea to send letters. Jake was surprised when a package showed up for him less than a month later, even more surprised when he saw your name on the return address. 

You told him about the other pilots in your squadron, the crew, people you liked and the few people you couldn't stand. "Calico’s even more full of herself than you are, Mr. Perfection," you wrote. And as much as he wanted to reject that nickname, it was something personal between you two and that meant something. "But she's not Top Gun, now is she?" 

He could hear your teasing snark as clearly as if you were in the room with him. And there was a picture of you, standing on the tarmac in your flight suit grinning at the camera. You probably sent the same picture to your family and friends, but part of him wanted to think it was something that was meant for his eyes only. You wouldn't risk sending anything more risque through the mail, but his memories of that pitch-black romp in your car were still sharp enough to send his imagination running wild. Although he’d rather be executed by firing squad before he ever admitted to that. 

"What about you, Hangman?” One of his pilots had just gotten engaged and suddenly everyone was raving about their significant others, or lack thereof. Jake had tried to disengage from the conversation in the corner, but was roped back in. “You got someone back home?"

"Yeah, his mirror," Phoenix quipped. Jake shot her a glare from across the rec room, which was easily ignored. 

What the fuck was he supposed to say? What even were you two? That hadn’t yet been a topic of conversation in your letters. You had hooked up one time, which didn’t necessarily mean anything. At the same time, he felt something for you and had no interest in looking elsewhere for the same feeling, so you were exclusive in his mind. But exclusive what? "Yeah, I got someone." 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah," Jake said, tipping his chair back on its legs. "And she wouldn't be caught dead wasting her time with the likes of you." 

That was a lie, you'd probably get along well with most of the people in his squadron, if you ever got the chance to meet them. Coyote would love you like one of his sisters, and the thought of that made Jake smile to himself. 

"Let me guess, she's Canadian, isn't she?" asked Moonshine, barely concealing her laughter as she spoke. 

"No, I've seen her," Coyote said, and Jake tried not to let his sigh of relief be too noticeable. Until Javy followed it with– “And Victoria’s Secret should be begging her to be an Angel.”

Jake almost flushed red. When he caught Javy’s eyes, a subtle shake of his head was enough to get him to change the subject immediately. Just in case anyone else found out the identity of his someone, Jake didn't want anything untoward to be said that somehow might make its way back to you through word of mouth.

When Jake finally sat down to write a letter in response, it took him nearly a week to finish it. It felt like he was back in school, having to write book reports and personal essays about shit he didn't care about, staring at the blank sheet of paper waiting for the damn thing to write itself. 

But this was something he cared about, or he wanted to at least. So he told you about his squadron and the crew. He mostly talked about Javy, another one of the few people on the planet he had let chip through his defenses. But he was hard pressed to come up with other things to write about. His family? Definitely not. He described them briefly the one time you asked, but otherwise, that topic remained neatly locked away in the recesses of Jake's mind. His hobbies? He was happy to share whatever developments in the field of aviation he came across. But it all just felt empty without you there to reply immediately. That was what worked so well between you two, the quickness. Working on the same wavelength, practically finishing each other's sentences. 

You called each other a few times at his insistence, but that didn't satisfy the itch either. It was hard to find somewhere to have a moment alone and the things he wanted to talk to you about were things that would make him commit homicide to prevent anyone else from finding out about. And it's not like you were there to experience the happenings of the ship that he was struggling to describe, so what was the point of it all?

But as months stretched into a year, something changed in your letters and your calls. Your typical reports of squadron antics and family developments shifted focus towards a single pilot, Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. He was another Top Gun graduate, and suddenly, you couldn’t shut up about him. 

Rooster was playing piano.

Rooster was singing “Bennie and the Jets”. 

Rooster flies like a son of a gun. 

Rooster.

Rooster. 

Rooster. 

"You ever hear of this Rooster?" Jake asked Phoenix one day. Coyote hadn't heard of him and if anyone had, it'd be Phoenix. She seemed to know everything about everyone, and he often wondered just how much she knew about him. 

"Yes, I'm aware of roosters,” she replied. “Chickens, too. My aunt and uncle raise them." 

"No, he's a pilot. Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw." 

"Oh, that Rooster. Yeah, I know him. Went through training with him. Why?" 

There wasn't a more inconspicuous way to ease into this conversation, so Jake swallowed his nerves and pressed ahead, consciously keeping a certain air of disinterest in his voice. "What's he like?" 

Phoenix shrugged a little. "He's a good guy. Great pilot. Great singer, too, and absolutely hilarious once you get to know him. There was one time, he– Wait, why do you care?" 

Her eyes narrowed at him as she cocked her head to the side, like she was staring straight into his mind. Jake's pulse sped up, but he forced his tense muscles into a shrug. 

"Just wondering. What else do you know about him?" 

"Tell me why you want to know first." Fuck. There was no way he’d get anything else out of Phoenix without first answering her riddles three and baring his soul to her. There was nothing else to be gained from this interaction. 

"We have mutual friends," Jake said, getting up to leave. 

"You have friends?” Phoenix smirked. “Color me surprised." 

Within a few weeks, Jake was making plans to come see you the second you got back on land. Why? He wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe just to see it for himself, to find out how great this Rooster really is and just how close the two of you were. 

No, he just wanted to see you. And he wanted to beg on his knees to spend the rest of his waking moments with you.

Or maybe he wanted to see you and to hear you make those noises again, the ones that had sounded so loud and clear in your backseat. 

But also, he wanted to see you and listen to everything you could possibly have to say, hanging on your every word, watching the way different expressions and emotions shaped your features. 

He just wanted and let the Navy be damned for keeping you apart this long. 

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You hadn’t changed at all. You looked the same, sounded the same, acted the same as you did in his spot-on memories. But something was different. You haven’t seen her in ages, of course it’s gonna be fucking awkward, Jake tried to remind himself. Unfortunately, his only way of handling that awkwardness was to hide behind Mr. Perfection, even though that disguise had little effect on you now. And he wasn’t the only one hiding. There was something you weren’t saying, something hiding in the hesitant silence before and after you spoke. Was it something good? Was it bad? It was impossible to tell, even for someone who had once prided himself on being able to see through your disguises. 

After dinner, just when things were starting to feel familiar between the two of you, you brought Jake to your local haunt, a bar packed wall-to-wall with Navy personnel. That helped settle him further, although it felt a little off-putting that he was in “civilian clothes” instead of a uniform. Some of your squadron was there, and he began putting faces to the callsigns you’d mentioned before. Calico, Packer, Cameo, and–

"And that's Rooster," you said, gesturing towards the man across the pool table. In the four hours since he’d landed, Jake had completely forgotten what had sparked his cross-country excursion and now it all came rushing back to him. 

Yeah, this Rooster certainly looked like the ‘cock of the walk’. He’d seen the guy in one of your pictures before, a group photo, but that 4x6 picture failed to convey exactly how broad-shouldered and jacked your Lieutenant Bradshaw was, or the fact that he was just slightly taller than Jake. 

"I thought roosters were flightless birds," Jake sneered.

"Wow, someone knows their animals,” Rooster replied dryly. 

The toothpick in Jake’s mouth almost snapped with how hard he clenched his jaw. Before he could think of a scathing response, you chipped in with, “This is Hangman, everyone.”

That got their attention, even Rooster’s. 

“The Hangman?” Packer asked, eyes-widening. 

Oh, that sent his ego soaring. Perching on the edge of the pool table, Jake took out his toothpick in order to clearly enunciate the specifics of his achievement. “If you’re referring to the only active duty pilot with an air-to-air kill, then you’d be correct. That Hangman.”

Some of the pilots, especially the younger ones, exchanged glances and muttered words of surprise. Calico happily shook Hangman’s hand, followed by a few others. 

“Good to meet you, man,” she said, almost blushing. “Hey Arcade, why don’t you warn us next time you wanna bring a celebrity around?”

Your laugh was cut off by snort from the other side of the table. 

“I heard the other guy was in a plane as old as Eugene over there,” Rooster said coolly, nodding towards the gray-haired bartender. “Doesn’t seem like much of a fair fight, does it?”

Now Jake was starting to see red. Who does this guy think he is? And who does he think I am? Just then, he realized that while you were telling him how great Rooster was, you could’ve been telling Rooster how shitty Jake was and now he was panicking. 

“Well, I can’t get into the specifics of what happened, but it was a challenging encounter. Although, I understand your ignorance,” Jake said, putting his hands up in mock understanding. “It must be real easy to sit on your perch and talk shit about things you haven’t experienced, and probably never will experience, from what Arcade has told me.”

Taking a sip from his beer, Rooster’s dark eyes flicked over to you, but his nonchalant expression didn’t change. “And what has she told you about me?”

“You’re just… cautious. Slow to act.” Those weren’t your words exactly, but he’d inferred as much from what you did say about the times you flew with Rooster. You were more of a risk-taker, he wasn’t, and that was a problem. A problem you never had flying with Jake. “Not the kind of guy to make the first move, are you, Colonel Sanders?”

“No, I guess I’m not. But that’s better than acting impulsively and getting someone hurt. Great friend you have there, Arcade,” Rooster finished, nodding at you before he headed for the bar. And you watched him go. 

The other pilots brushed off Rooster’s critique and stayed encircled around Jake to ask question after question about Hangman’s claim to fame. He didn’t mind answering them. If he had met someone like himself when he was a younger pilot, he would’ve been front row asking the same questions too. It was only when the music changed that Jake noticed you had left his immediate vicinity as well. And surprise, surprise, you were with Rooster, laughing and nursing a beer next to the piano he was sat in front of. 

Was that your big secret? Jake had kind of sprung this visit on you, intending it to be a good kind of surprise. But it was feeling more like he was the one getting surprised. Especially when Rooster’s freestyling on the piano keys turned into a vaguely familiar melody and he began to sing. 

“Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

If you can use some exotic booze

There's a bar in far Bombay

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away”

Jake was floored. Come fly with me. That was what Jake had proposed to you the last time you saw each other. Those were his words, a fact you had seemed to have forgotten as you sang along with the crowd, hovering a little too close to Rooster’s shoulder. Had you told him all about that night too? Jake’s hands clenched tighter every time the other man looked at you, crooning Frank fucking Sinatra. He wanted to rip those aviators off Rooster’s nose and snap them in half. He wanted to hit something. Instead, he was the one feeling a searing pain as the glass in his hand shattered into shards under his grip.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Breach of Ethics

Breach of Ethics

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Double Penetration - a wide-ranging term that collectively refers to inserting two body parts or objects into a person for sexual pleasure

Warnings: Dubcon (but you get into it), pain kink, a bit of an aphrodisiac thing, rough sex, biting, blood, outdoor sex, shark anatomy that is semi accurate, there are many benefits to being a marine biologist

Relationships: Mermaid!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2337

A/N: Mermaid - a mythical sea creature with the head and trunk of a person and the tail of a fish, conventionally depicted as beautiful… but make it sharks. Is this coherent? Who's to say?

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The clear blue sky, and even bluer waters, looked promising, like the depths of the ocean would be kind to you and the team today. The early morning sun was slowly rising into the sky and ready to tackle the day just like you were. This trip had been the most successful one yet, tagging and cataloguing the migrating sharks through this area as they began their search for mates this season.

But there was one you were desperate to track, a beast of a fish who you'd only caught a glimpse of on the first day almost two weeks ago. The research team made jokes about it being your white whale, that there was no way you spotted a great white in these waters. You swore up and down you had though, and today was your last day to prove it.

You gave a mock salute to your assistant as you popped your regulator in your mouth. A rush of air, the gentle smack of your body falling into the ocean was the last thing you heard. You found position and reoriented yourself. There were a few mako and lemon sharks floating around, sporting the same orange tracking tag that you had stowed in the retractable spear at your waist. A few other divers on the team fell into the water.

It was a long day, both in and out of the water. Dark clouds moved in from the south, headed towards land. The team tried to convince you to come back aboard, but stubbornness got the best of you.

“What’s a little rain?” You shouted, “Not like I’m gonna melt.”

You dove back under, swimming deeper despite how dark it had gotten. It wasn’t really safe to be diving alone like this, but the gulf was safe enough. The sharks were more interested in each other at this time of year than they were anything else. You pulled your camera from your belt when you saw a pair of lemon sharks circling each other. The smaller male whipped and latched on to the female’s pectoral fin. You snapped a picture of the rare sight, ready to snap another when you feel a tug on your distance line.

When you surfaced, the boat was gone. You spun in circles, waves getting chopper by the second as the brewing storm picked up. They wouldn't leave you. Something had to be seriously wrong.

"HELP!"

You shouted and shouted, rolling on to your back into a rescue position to save energy. When you remembered your flare gun strapped to your thigh, it was too late. Something grabbed hold of your flipper and you were dragged under. Your lungs burned as salt water filled them, your insides burning under the pressure and lack of air. Whatever grabbed you moved fast, not deterred by your thrashing and kicking for a moment as it raced through the ocean.

Just as you lost consciousness, your body was flung into the air. Your back slammed on to a craggy, sandy beach hard enough to dislodge the water trapped in your lungs. You coughed and spluttered, tried to roll over even, but something kept you trapped on your back. With every clean breath of air you tried to take in, your lungs angrily rejected it and forced more water from your body. You weren’t even sure that was even possible, but every breath was laboured, harsh, and aching to the bone.

A hand rubbed your chest, ripped the front of your wetsuit right down the center to sooth the heated skin underneath.

“O-Jesus!” You flailed, eyes bugging out at the man leaning over you. “Fuck, get fucking off.”

“Woah, woah, calm down. Is this your first time?”

“First time, what? Being kidnapped?”

“Oh,” the guy smiled, a set of sharp teeth making your insides flip. “You wanna play it like that? Okay, okay, I am Sam. My favourite fish is red snapper. This is like my fifth time so I like to think I know what I’m doing.”

You gaped at him, sudden lack of air causing you to cough again. You had to get out of here, wherever here was, you were going to run like hell and get back in the water if you had to. Your elbows dug into the sand and you shoved. With all your might, you pushed, but your legs were trapped under something. Sam just kept smiling, nodding, winking at you as you struggled. It was only when you looked at what was pinning your legs to the wet sand did you see it.

The tail, huge and shimmering like the wet sand, covered your lower body. Scars covered parts of the caudal fin, up all the way to the dorsal fin that merged...

“What the fuuu-”

Your eyes moved back to Sam, getting caught up in the way the greyish brown sharkskin met hard flesh, only to turn into flaps at his sides. Gills, the man had gills and a tail and-

“Holy shit.”

Before you could stop yourself, you poked at webbing under his arms. It was thin, very elastic, designed to increase swim speeds while allowing full range of motion. His arms, and the rest of him, felt cool. Clearly, to help him regulate body temperature under the water. Sam was a merman… and a shark one at that. This was the scientific discovery of a lifetime of the millennium.

“Not gonna lie, this is kinda killing the mood.” He grabbed your hand, pinning above your head. “You just have to lay here, let me get my groove thing on, and then we can move on with our lives.”

“Excu-”

Sam kissed you, his lips smashing against yours with more force than you expected. Teeth teased the seam of your lips, pain bubbling up to the surface of your skin only to be licked away with a sweep of his tongue. Where the fuck did he learn to kiss like this? Why were you pulling him closer with the hand he hadn’t pinned down? Your fingers dug into the back of his neck to keep him in place, to keep his lips working over yours.

This was absolutely a dehydration fantasy and not happening in real life. The thought surfaced for a moment, suddenly calming the strange guilt you felt lapping at your stomach, trying to get you to feel bad for the sudden rush of arousal you felt from rolling your hips up to meet his body. If this is a dream, your mind's last ditch effort to make your last moments painless, well, you were going to fully enjoy it.

“Damn,” you broke off the kiss, gulping down air. “You’re-”

“Amazing, a love machine, I know,” he smirked, dark eyes shimmering with mirth and hunger. “We good now?”

“Oh yeah,” you grinned.

Sam ripped your wetsuit in two. Bulging, slick muscles glistened under the overcast sky. God, what would he look like basking in the sun, under the shimmering clear blue waters? Your fantasy was really ticking a lot of boxes right now. He grabbed your hips, pushed you down under him more until you felt your thighs get caught on his pectoral fins and spread you open.

Suddenly you were in first year marine biology class again, listening to stupid boys giggle about having two dicks. It wasn’t something you’d even thought about until right now. Sharks so rarely were seen mating, and just because your fantasy merman boyfriend was shark-like didn’t mean he would have... You yelped when you felt them move.

“Just relax, pup, it’s your first time. I’ll be gentle.” Sam kissed you again, soft and fast.

You didn’t have time to think. One moment you were looking up at Sam, the next you were awash in pain. The smell of the blood hit you hard in the gut. You couldn’t move your neck, your shoulder, pinned down by the weight of his teeth piercing your skin. Tears sprung to your eyes, the pain burst through every nerve.

“Fuck, Sam,” you cried.

He moaned against you, slurping and vibrating your skin like that would stop pain pulsing through you. You tried to grab onto him, get a hold of him to get him to let go but your hand wouldn’t stop shaking. Was this what shock was like? Were you going into shock?

His body rolled forwards, his cocks smoothly gliding across your pussy aided by the water washing over you both. One of them caught your slit, plunging forward at the next roll of his hips. Sam kept a slow and steady pace, fucking into you easily with one cock stretching you just right. You groaned, his second cock teased your clit with every thrust.

It was all getting confusing. This was your dream. Why were you in so much pain yet feeling like your head was swimming in a pool of arousal? Every stroke of Sam’s slick cock had your pussy clutching, your hips bucking up despite how it hurt your shoulder. You wanted the pain to stop, but you wanted to be fucked first.

“Sam, Sam,” you moaned as his thrusts picked up, your change in tone and own movement spurring him on. “More, fuck, gimme more.”

You felt him groan more than you heard him, your skin coming alight under his harsh grip. His free hand moved between your bodies, slipping down your stomach until his thumb replaced his cock to tease your clit. He moved his finger fast, in tight circles, until you were panting and whining for him. You needed more. The pain had drifted off until all you could focus on was arousal pulsing through your cunt. Your toes dug into the sand as you arched into his hand, pussy milking the hard cock still inside you.

The teeth in your shoulder shifted, and for a moment, you thought he’d let you go. But Sam bit down harder, tearing at the skin until you screamed. It felt like another wave was crashing over your senses, sending you into a whirlwind you had no control over. Sam’s thumb moving away from your clit was nearly as shocking as his teeth. The rush of sensation roaring through you was making your chest tighten again. Like you were drowning, but with every breath you took, all you could smell of was blood and sex and salt water.

“Please,” you pleaded with him, begged him to let you go.

He didn’t understand that. Sam mumbled something against your aching flesh, felt his tongue lap at the skin it could reach, but he didn’t let go. Your head fell back into the sand as you were overcome with a buzzing sensation, pain replaced with only the rhythmic thrusts, a slow grind of wet hips opening you up and up and up until it was dragging you down again. Sam’s fingers swiped through the mess between you, where his cock was still fucking you.

The pressure, a stretch of your legs further spread up and out, had you whimpering. Your fingers clawed at Sam’s back as he moved, pushing his cocks into your spent pussy. It was deliciously painful, overwhelming and making your breath come out in choked pants. All you could see were broad shoulders and grey sky, and your mind was barely comprehending that. Every thought that swam through your mind was caught in the tempest of arousal over taking you.

You wailed when he bottomed out, when his hips connected with yours completely again. Sam moaned as well, a shiver coursing down his spine that you felt deep inside you. Your hips bucked once, trying to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, and then it was a race. Slow and gentle Sam was gone, a primal need replacing what little care he had. His hips snapped into yours, never pulling too far out but pushing in deeper with each thrust. He fucked into you like he was going to die if he didn’t, like he was the one dreaming and you were his fantasy girlfriend.

Strings of words were forced from your lips between moans and cries of pleasure. Sam grunted in response, forcing his hips to move faster, pound into your stretched cunt as hard as he could. Every time you clenched around him, you could feel the cocks, two distinct muscles moving inside you in tandem and forcing you higher up some kind of wave that was reaching its crest faster than it should have.

"Sam, Sam, I'm gonna-"

He screamed into your shoulder when your pussy gushed around his cocks. You felt them swell inside you as you fluttered, squeezing his cocks until you felt him cum. Filling you up, pushing in deeper, if that was even possible, as you flopped into the sand.

A groan, free and loud, no longer muffled by the meat of your shoulder.

"Damn, best fuck-," you groaned trying to pull away but finding yourself still pinned.

"I wouldn't, pup," Sam winced. "You really haven't ever done this?"

"Sam, I've had sex."

"Really, cause you should know we are still gonna be here for at least five minutes."

"Nah, nah, I'm gonna wake up or die."

"Uuuuhhh," he looked down at you, tongue darting out to clean up his bottom lip. "First, that sounds rude, like I am not good at mating where I am definitely crushing it right now. See?" He moved his hand and pressed firmly on your stomach.

"Oh fuck," you groaned at the immense pressure.

"Uh huh, filled right up to the brim and smelling so fucking ripe. Definitely gonna be pregnant."

"What?"

"Second, we are definitely here at this moment. I can feel your pussy, I can smell us, and," he finally unpinned your hand and placed it on his chest, him doing the same, "we are alive."

You stared at Sam, stared at the beautiful and definitely real mermaid… merman on top of you, inside of you, and sighed.

"Shit, this is a huge breach of ethics."

[jikookiekosmos]

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around six months after the events of OFY (so in between that and the dream drabble I also posted).

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn​

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. ��Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth. 

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length. 

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.” 

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

[aristocratic-otter]

I've got an evening event tomorrow and I know I'll be too tired to do this when I get home, so look at me, I'm gonna try my hand at scheduling! If you tag me before my post shows up, thank you! And thank you to @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @takitalks, @confused-bi-queer, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @urban-sith, @fatalfangirl, @palimpsessed, @ileadacharmedlife, @cutestkilla, and @bookish-bogwitch for the Sunday tags

Since I've got abundant time tonight, I'll give you a glimpse at each of my five WIPs. Under the cut for length.

First, from Westward Son, my 2021 COTTA (I know, I know. It takes a lot of research to do a historical right!):

Shepard POV: Something happened to Simon back there, but I don’t understand what. He never came down with the Cholera. It just seems like one day he was fine, normal, and the next he was just…absent. He rides with us, and takes his turn on the wagon bench, but it’s with a continual air of abstraction, like he’s with us physically, but his mind is miles away. 

Second, from Raising Dragons:

Simon POV: My mind turns to wondering what other characteristics might pop out to surprise me. Baz thinks I’m probably done changing. He points out that most of my DNA is human, so it wouldn’t make sense for me to have more dragon traits than human ones. And at least the changes have nearly all been physical only. I still feel like me inside. I haven’t noticed any new behavioural quirks (though Baz says I’ve always been a bit feral).

Next, from one of my CORB's, Playing with Fire, Treading Thin Ice:

Simon POV: That sort of thing happens all of the time. I see people (using the term loosely) with all sorts of odd, inhuman traits. Things like wings and snouts and tails. I see doors in buildings that don’t seem to exist for other people. I see animals that look like normal animals but can do bizarre things. Once I saw what looked like a badger, but it could grow to four times its size and produce claws like scythes when threatened. That was an interesting school field trip, to say the least. But all the other kids seemed to see just a normal badger. 

When I was little, I got in trouble for describing what I saw. The nuns told me I was lying and lying was sinful. 

So I stopped being honest. 

And then from A Tale of Two Tails (A little angst intruded into my crack fic 😱):

Baz POV: I lean forward and rest my cheek on the mattress beside him. Now I’m looking at him head on, and I wince at the dozens of burn marks scattered over his face. I guess now would be a good time to address that. “I’m sorry, Simon,” I whisper. “It was supposed to be a prank. It was supposed to annoy you. You were never supposed to get hurt. You don’t deserve to be lying here. I do.” Wetness is starting to pool in my eyes, but I don’t swipe at them. Somehow it feels right to give him my tears. Like an offering.

Finally, from my COBB, Careful What You Wish For:

Simon POV: I raise a hand to the top button of his shirt and look up at him, waiting.

He looks down at his own chest and bites his lip. Then he nods, just slightly. I force myself to go slow, unbuttoning each button with care before attempting the next. I know myself. I know if I let myself rush, let myself go too fast, I’ll fumble and paw at him. Baz deserves better than that. 

Once every button is undone, his shirt gapes open, revealing his smooth, strong chest and a pair of dusky nipples. His tie hangs forgotten between his pecs and I just stare for a moment. Baz lets me. But then, to my surprise, he starts giggling.

“My eyes are up here, Snow,” he snorts

Tagging (beat y'all to it for once!): all of you lovely people who tagged me on Sunday, plus @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggo, @excalisbury, @fight-surrender, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @kherub, @mrskrementz, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @prettylightsbigcity, @whatevertheweather, and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[mockiery]

Hey. Hey. Pspspsppss. Explain your writing process to me. Please?

asjdghs ok in all seriousness idek fam. it's very disorganized and nonlinear and irregular af. much like this answer that got away from me so i'm gonna put it under the cut <3

i start with an Idea™ that has bonked me over the head. i am then possessed by the Idea, and i dump the concept onto a page in onenote as quickly as possible. it pours out of me like a fountain and the scene just kinda. creates itself.

it's pretty much always dialogue that comes to me first, with some major framing and emotional beats of surrounding paragraphs. sometimes the dialogue doesn't come for certain parts of the scene or i already have a vision of this particular section, so i'll describe the scene simply in a paragraph and sometimes later i'll come back and flesh it out. dialogue is something that tends to be the easiest for me. maybe not always voice for some characters, but their meaning and character-drive, absolutely.

and then from there, once the possession ends and what i have is out of me, it's mostly just. staring at the doc and making minor edits and additions around it over the next few days and/or weeks until i get bonked over the head with Idea: Part 2 Electric Boogaloo and so forth, always scrambling to keep up with them.

since writing mk fic and being actually interactive with other ppl and posting my writing, i've started sharing more little bites or even full drafts of my stuff and getting feedback, which, a lot of the time, is like. keysmashes and feral all caps comments, but they definitely help me know what's working and help me in the motivation department. recently i've specifically had the lovely @fdelopera help me out with full blown beta reading and some editing, they have been an absolute godsend (ily btw, tysm 💕).

Music helps me get in the zone sometimes, and keep me on track. I listened to Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers about halfway through writing "your grounding touch", and it gave me some ideas about imagery and sensory stuff i wanted to focus in on more. There are also details in that fic inspired by some of the lyrics, if u feel like looking. It's also a general Vibe and a good marc song.

Music is just generally good for ideas for me too. Very good for calling on the Bonking of Ideas. When I'm hyperfixated on something i make a playlist about it so I can be in that world all day. I'm an all-day music listener, it's essential. (though when i get in the writing zone it can be silent and I won't notice for like an hour or two).

There's also the focus aspect of music too. If i start to associate one song with a piece, I'll listen to that song on repeat while I'm at work and it keeps my adhd brain on track (or close enough to it) so I can keep thinking about and planning it even while i'm busy.

I rarely write anything wholly linear, some parts getting expanded later after what was going to be minor edits snowballed into another few hundred or even thousand words. originally in "your grounding touch, marc's initial scene with layla was a lot shorter, and when writing, the first line for a while was him asking layla what she saw during their blackout. the section of steven's scene with layla researching DID was originally one paragraph before i fleshed it out and gave it dialogue, and was blessed with "you're based on the hero." and then jake at the end of was a late game addition only in the last 2 drafts, but felt essential.

sorry i rambled a lot there but that tends to happen when u let me talk about my writing, so thank u for enabling me <3

[onlyfreds]

He's a Simp | F.W.

Title: He's a Simp

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred is a simp when it comes to Hogwart's most popular girl: Y/N L/N

A/N: This is absolutely the first time that I wrote the whole fic through Fred's POV.

(Fred’s POV)

“Finally!” George said as he hopped off the couch, stretching a bit, “What took you forever? I’m starving.”

I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off, “Don’t be overdramatic. I only took five minutes.”

George scoffed, “Whatever, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

The two of us then headed down to the Great Hall then we sat down next to Ginny.

“What took you two so long?” She asked as she took a bite out of her toast.

“Oh nothing.” George said, filling his cup with pumpkin juice, “Fred just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his favorite girl.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Can we at least eat breakfast first before you two argue?” Ron said impatiently, cutting off the argument.

“Who’s Fred’s favorite girl anyway?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him, “You seriously don’t know?”

Harry shook his head.

“His favorite girl is none other than Y/N L/N.” George said, teasingly nudging my shoulder.

Harry still looked confused, “Who?”

“Miss Popular!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.

“She’s the most intelligent.” Hermione said.

“The kindest, the sweetest, the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest and the most amazing person in school.” I said, smiling dreamily.

“Aaw.” Ginny cooed, “Look at that, Freddie’s in love.”

George chuckled, “In love? He’s whipped for her. He’s basically a simp!”

“And, here she comes now.” Hermione said with a small smile.

As if on cue, Y/N came in with Angelina and Alicia.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into slow motion, the way her eyes seemed to almost disappear behind her smile. Her laugh was a tune that came straight from heaven.

I wondered what it would be like if I made her laugh, if I was the cause of her laughter.

I wondered, as I always did, what it would be like to hold her, hug her, kiss her, love her so freely and openly to show the whole world how lucky I am to have her in my life. To call her mine.

I felt Ginny gently tap my chin, “Fred, you’re obviously gaping at her and you’re literally drooling.”

I could feel the blush rising up to my cheeks as I wiped the spit off my chin.

“Seriously Freddie.” Ginny said, smacking Ron’s hand away as he tried to reach for her toast, “Why don’t you ask her out? She’s really nice.”

George snorted, almost spewing his pumpkin juice on Harry, “Ginny, before Fred could utter a single syllable in front of Y/N he would’ve already melted just by looking at her.”

“Yeah.” Hermione said with a small giggle, “Fred would do absolutely anything Y/N would tell him.”

Harry laughed, “That’s how much he’s whipped for her.”

“Mate, he’s practically wrapped around her finger.” Ron said.

Harry leaned forward, “You better get a move on mate. Before someone else beats you to it.”

--

George and I were walking back from the library, having finished researching for one of my products when I heard someone calling me.

“Hey Fred! Wait up!”

I turned and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Y/N was the source of the voice.

“H-hi, what’s u-up?” I asked, praying that the blush could only be mistaken for the heat.

She gave a small smile, handing me a book, “Here, you left this in the library.”

I took the book from her, “T-thanks.”

She nodded, “I’ll see you around.” Then she headed back inside the library.

George nudged my shoulder teasingly, “Aaw, somebody’s a simp.”

I flipped him off, “Who wouldn’t be? Just look at her.”

He tried to reach for the book Y/N handed me, but I swatted his hand away, holding the book close to my chest.

George scoffed, “You really are obsessed.”

--

News about the Yule Ball traveled around Hogwarts spread like wildfire. Now guys were asking their dream girls left and right.

Ron was planning on asking Hermione, Harry was too late for Ginny and George had already asked Angelina.

My only problem: How was I supposed to ask Y/N L/N?

I was walking back from the owlery when I overheard a conversation from a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

“Mate, do you already have a date for the ball?”

“No, I was actually planning on asking Y/N.”

“You’d be one lucky guy to date her.”

“She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

“Come on, whoever gets to marry her. I would be so jealous of.”

My hands immediately clenched to fists at my side as I walked away from the group.

My thoughts were so clouded that I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” We both said at the same time.

I looked up and my eyes met the y/e/c ones of Y/N.

“Sorry.” I apologized sheepishly, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. I was just heading to the owlery.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I had just gone there.”

Y/N was already halfway up the stairs when an impulsive and possibly rash decision made me call after her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned around, “Yeah?”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” I asked, immediately regretting my decision and started to brace myself for rejection.

But she just smiled, “I would love to.”

My eyes widened, thinking I’ve misheard her, “Come again?”

She giggled, the sound similar to angels singing, “I said that I would love to go to the ball with you.”

I grinned, “Thanks. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

She nodded, her beaming smile never seemed to leave her lips, “Sounds brilliant.”

I walked back to the common room with a spring in my step, not believing my luck that out of all the people in this school, I was Y/N’s date to the ball.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.” George said.

I grinned, “How couldn’t I be Georgie? The sun’s shining. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Come on.” Ginny said, suddenly interested in the conversation, “We know there’s something going on. So just spill it.”

I smiled, leaning back on the couch, “I asked Y/N to the ball.”

“And?” Ginny and George said in unison.

“She said yes.”

“Yes!” Both of them said, doing a little celebration dance along with the chant, “She said yes! She said yes! She said yes!”

It was honestly the best day of my life.

--

Christmas couldn’t come any faster.

Next thing I knew, I was already standing at the end of the staircase by the Great Hall.

I fiddled nervously with the end of the jacket the dress robes came with, hoping that Y/N didn’t back out last minute.

I then heard soft footsteps growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

“She’s beautiful.” I heard Angelina say next to causing me to turn around.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw her. She looked like a goddess dressed in a y/f/c gown that fell a bit past her knees with her hair tied up in a half-up half-down look. Giving a shy smile when she saw me staring at her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I said, when she arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Her cheeks were suddenly painted with a tint of rose pink, “You look quite dashing as well.”

I offered my arm to her, “Ready to party?”

She giggled, taking it, “Absolutely.”

Everyone was looking at us when we entered, I saw George give me a thumbs-up from afar.

--

We were taking a small break after dancing the night away. Having a drink in a secluded part of the hall.

“What are you doing on the arm of a Weasley, L/N?” An, obviously, drunk Adrian Pucey calls out.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Why? What do you care?”

Pucey gave a drunken laugh, “Shouldn’t you be on the arm of someone better? Like me?”

I was ready to go and teach the guy a lesson on manners when Y/N placed a hand on my arm, “Are you trying to make me laugh Adrian? Whoever told you that you were better than Fred Weasley is talking dragon dung. And I would rather skip the ball than not be on Fred’s arm. So, if you excuse us, we have to go.” She said, dragging me back into the Great Hall.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized, “Pucey could be such a prick at times.”

I paid no attention to her apology, “Do you really mean it?”

She gave me a confused look, “Mean what?”

“What you said. That you would rather skip the ball than be someone else’s date?”

She blushed, “Yeah.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard; has she been waiting for me to ask her this whole time?

“I’ve actually fancied for such a long time.” She admitted, fiddling with a stray strand of her hair.

Have I actually died and this is already heaven?

Y/N was stunned at her sudden confession and started to ramble, “Oh Godric, I’m sorry. I just made things so awkward. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I mean, of course you won’t feel the same. Why would you? I could be so annoying at times and I’m not even that pretty. Besides, I’m sure there are other girls that are way in your league-“

She wouldn’t let me speak, so I did the only thing I knew to shut her up: I crashed my lips onto hers.

I rested my hands on her waist as she rested hers on my shoulder.

Once our lungs started to demand for air we pulled away.

“Will you let me talk now?” I asked.

Y/N looked up at me, cheeks painted red, “Yeah. Sure.”

“I love you too.” I confessed, “You did not make things awkward, you made it feel like I was in heaven. You are the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. My whole family teases me for being such a simp for you. I am so whipped that I would gladly do anything you ask me to do. So, now all those have been sorted out, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

She giggled, pressing our lips together in a brief kiss, “That’s the best thing I would ever be: Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.”

There was no denying that Fred Weasley is a simp for Y/N L/N.

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itadori + sukuna, twins + babysitting

This is a mix of headcanons and a fic. Also, I’m going to do this as a ‘reader was their babysitter years ago but now everyone is all grown up and seeing each other again’ type thing. And femme reader!

Sorry if Itadori is a little OOC it just fits the plot, tw: dubconish? Maybe?

Babysitting Yuji and Sukuna was fun and an easy way to make money

They were the twins a few years younger than you across the street, so it was only natural for their parents to enlist your help in watching them

The pay was good, and while dealing with Sukunas practically destructive tendencies drained you at times, it was still fun to hang out with them and grow up together

Yuji was nice and sometimes a bit of a crybaby, whether it be because Sukuna did something or because he just wanted to cry that day

He often told Sukuna off for being bad and messing with you, but a lot of the times Yuji was just trying to save face when he and Sukuna got caught doing something troublesome

Sukuna, we already know is a little devil child and lived to annoy you

Ya know the meme of ‘what do you have? A KNIFE! No!’ that is Sukuna lol he knows he can be good and get your attention that way but where is the fun in that?! Answer there is no fun in that

As they get older and their parents don’t call you around anymore, they do get sad and complain

You’re just older than them that they can’t hang out with you outside of you babysitting them, it’d be weird

So they try to let you go, but you’re always in the back their minds, especially when they see you out with friends or something and they can’t stop looking at you

They’ve always had a crush, always.

And when you go away for college every year, they’re devastated. They come to say goodbye and you ruffle their hair like you used to and promise that you’ll visit them when you come back for break

And let’s be real they mark that shit on their calendar and wait for the day you come back

Sukuna is the one to invite you into the house when you come to visit them on your school break. He can’t keep his eyes off the way you fill out your clothes and the way your ass moves when you walk. You’ve grown up a lot, but so have they.

“Aw, I remember this!” You grin, holding up a picture frame of the three of you together the summer you got braces.

“Yeah.” Sukuna chuckles and closes the door. Yuji is here too, awkwardly sitting on his bed and staring at you with hearts in his eyes. Setting down the frame, you fall back onto the bed Yuji is sitting on. Even as they grow older, they still share a bedroom, and you can see Sukunas messy half of the room.

“(Y/N).” Yuji says softly, grabbing your hand in his. This isn’t uncommon for him, he used to beg you to hold his hand when he was younger. Lacing your fingers together, the smile you send him has him squeezing your hand tightly.

Sukuna had been standing at the door for a while now, fiddling with a stereo trying to pick the right background music. Finally settling on something, you don’t hear the click of the lock on the door and you certainly don’t notice the way the two of them share a look.

“Hey (Y/N).” Sukuna grunts, sitting on your other side.

“Yeah?”

“What’s college like? You’ve been there a couple years, you’re a veteran.” He puts an arm around your shoulder, leaning back and making his chest appear bigger to try and impress you.

“I only just started my third year.” Chuckling, you lean into him a little bit.

“Yeah, but still.”

“It’s way different than high school, that’s for sure. You two will like it when you go.”

“I wish we could go to college at the same time!” Yuji groans, curling himself into your side and pouting. “I want to go to classes with you.”

“Fuck classes, I want to go to parties.” Sukuna cuts in. “College parties must be wild, huh? You can tell us, (Y/N).”

“Some of them are.” Wrapping your arm around Yuji, you adjust to let him cuddle more into your side. Sukuna lets out a loud snort and shakes his head, not believing a word you say.

“C’mon (Y/N), you can be honest. I bet all you do at these parties is drink and fuck.” Neither Sukuna nor Yuji have ever spoken to you like that before. Your relationship was always kept PG-13 at most, a few gross crude jokes about making out and having sex when you were younger, but nothing vulgar.

“Well-” Your face flushes with heat, and Yuji is quick to sit up and look at you with owlish eyes.

“Is that true, (Y/N)? You fuck at these parties?”

“Guys!” Slapping a hand over your now burning face, you don’t miss the way they chuckle. “How is that any of your business?”

“C’mon, we aren’t kids anymore! We can talk about this stuff!” Sukuna scoffs, and the arm around your shoulder shakes you from side to side. “Just tell us, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, we’re older now.” Sitting up a little straighter, Yuji’s hand that was holding yours let's go and settles on your thigh. Biting your lip, you look between the two identical boys. Their stares are unwavering and nearly enough to make you too embarrassed to speak.

“Yes, I have fucked at these parties-” As soon as the words leave your mouth Sukuna lets out a holler and laughs, jostling you further.

“I knew it!”

“What’s it like, (Y/N)?” Yuji questions, and his hand squeezes your thigh tightly. The two of them have fully encased you, making it impossible to squirm out of their hold or escape their eyes.

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” They aren’t the same young kids you used to babysit. They’re fully grown men now, still growing into themselves but old enough that if you saw them at one of your college parties, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Please!” It only takes Yuji a little more pushing to get you to crack.

“It’s not that great a lot of the time, really. The boys at my college aren’t the best lay if you can believe it.” Rolling your eyes at the memory of your most recent escapade, you relax a little bit. “I mean honestly, how is it impossible for them to find the clit when I literally point right at it?”

“What a joke!” Sukuna chuckles, and his arm drops to settle around your waist. His fingers splay across your ribs, cupping just under your breast. “(Y/N) if you were with us we could make you feel ten times better!”

“Yeah, okay.” Laughing lightly at the proclamation, you think nothing of the way Yuji wraps his arms around your hips. He’s got a pout on his lips and his fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“We’re serious.” He says, eyes scrunched up a little from how intense he is. “We love you (Y/N), we can make you feel better than anyone else.”

“You love me?” Quirking a brow, you look at both of them. Yuji always said he loved you when he was younger, but Sukuna had always denied it with a fierce blush on his cheeks.

“We do, what about it?” There’s the telltale blush on his cheeks. Sukuna can see your smirk and it pisses him off, so much that he pushes you down to the bed.

Wrestling with Sukuna was a pastime the two of you enjoyed when you were annoying one another. He’d push you, you’d push him, and then the two of you would end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. This time felt no different, and you fought back like you always did. Wriggling away from him and trying to pin him down, you somehow ended up in the middle of the bed with Sukuna sitting on your legs.

“Ha, I win.” He says breathlessly. It wasn’t a fair fight to be honest, he and Yuji had begun working out ever since they hit puberty, so his strength easily outmatched yours. You easily conceded and tried to sit up, but Sukuna didn’t budge.

“Let me up.” You try to yank your legs out from under him but he just pushes more of his weight on you. Yuji is on the bed as well, sitting near your chest and looking at you with that same starry eyed look. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way your shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your bra clear as day for him.

“(Y/N), will you let us show you how good we can make you feel?” He asks, licking his lips nervously. His hand settles on your stomach, palm hot and itching to feel your breast. You don’t answer, and they take that as a green light.

Sukuna is the first to take his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s worked hard to get. Yuji follows suit, and they take their pants off as well, leaving you the most dressed person in the room. There was an argument brewing in the back of your throat, saying that it was wrong to do this since you’d known them for so long. But now, seeing them as they wanted to be seen, burgeoning men that clearly had a desire to be with you, that argument seemed silly.

“What-” You start, and the word catches in your throat for a moment at what you’re about to say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh baby.” Sukuna lets out a low groan, an almost sickening grin stretching his cheeks. “We’ve done a lot of research.” His hands are already working your bottoms down your legs, leaving you in your panties.

“(Y/N), lift your arms.” Yuji whispers, tugging your shirt off. They’re both silent when they see your nearly naked body; something they’d fantasized about many times. Leaning down, Yuji kisses you abruptly, and that sets Sukuna off to take your panties off as well. Yuji takes your bra off, placing it with the large pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing off your legs, Sukuna forces them open, nearly kneeing Yuji in the face when he pushes your legs up.

“Shit. Look at this.” Yanking Yuji by the shoulder, they both settle between your legs and stare directly at your cunt. In that moment, you’re reminded of their inexperience and lack of knowledge, and it’s almost innocent.

Spreading your lower lips with two fingers, Yuji leans forward, puckers his lips, and spits onto your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

Innocence, gone.

“What should we start with first?” Sukuna asks, giving you a once over.

“What do you want to do? I know you always talk about tasting her.” Yuji, always so polite, scoots back and lets his brother take up all the space between your legs.

“Thanks little bro.”

“You’re only older by two minutes.”

“Best two minutes of my life.” Laughing, Sukuna slaps your thighs with both hands and moves to lay on his stomach. “Just relax, (Y/N). We’re going to take good care of you.” Yuji is also laying down with his mouth hovering over one of your nipples.

“Yeah (Y/N).” Yujis breath fans over your nipple, and his eyes are torn between looking at you and looking at your chest. “We love you.”