#i should be asleep and i'm so pissed that i'm still up bc of this bullshit

[cosmicsnufkin]

for the record if you ever see me reblogging from a zionist or terf or anyone spewing anything racist or antisemitic or ableist, please just let me know i'm tired of finding out half a year too late

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay, so I’m weirdly into the idea of being someone’s estranged wife???

Imagine being Patrick’s estranged wife?? Like maybe he married you bc he couldn’t have Tashi and then just…never signed the divorce papers? And now he’s knocking on your door bc there’s a challenger he’s gonna play in buttttt his bank account’s a little low so could he pretty please crash with you? He’ll sleep on his couch and be on his best behavior, he swears

Queue him crawling into bed with you at 2 am bc it’s cold in the living room and you’re soft and pretty and whoops, he’s hard

Ooo love this

Warnings: Fingering, Patrick Being Patrick, bitter and estranged ex-wife Reader

"You have any chicken nuggets?"

"What are you, five?"

"Adults can enjoy chicken nuggets."

They certainly could, but you didn't grace that reply with a response, just watched with tepid interest as he rifled through the contents of your fridge.

A single phrase kept resounding in your mind:

I should've left him on the doorstep.

And maybe you should have. It wouldn't be the first time that you'd given Patrick the cold shoulder, and it wouldn't be the first time that he just parked in your driveway and slept in his car. But you just couldn't stand the sight of him out in the cold, pouting and gnawing on his lower lip in the fish-eye lens of your peephole.

"Why don't we order a pizza?" He tacked on.

We. It was always 'we' with him, but never in the action, or the cost—that was a 'you' action, not a 'we' more often than not.

"Who's paying for it?" You asked. Patrick turned to you with a dopey, guilty little smile affixed to his lips as he cocked his hip.

"Well until I sign the papers, the two shall be as one, right?"

"Yeah—Why haven't you signed, by the way?"

"Your guy's never been able to serve 'em." He turned back to the fridge, ducking his head as he looked around. "You got any beer?"

You rolled your eyes. "Third shelf, at the back."

"Bingo. Want one?"

"Not right now. But thanks for offering me something that I bought and paid for. Really appreciate it."

Patrick huffed a soft laugh as he turned toward you again, opening the beer against the edge of the counter.

"Mine mine mine," He teased. "What is it with you and what's yours, huh?"

"Just stating facts, Zweig."

"So self-righteous, Mrs. Zweig." He used your married name with a vinegary smile before taking a deep swig from his bottle, pointedly ignoring the way that you bristled. "So. Pizza?"

--

Just the couch.

Patrick had pleaded it between bites of pizza, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth to clear the crumbs and oil left behind. He'd framed it as a reasonable enough request, like it was the easiest thing in the world to let your estranged husband back into your home.

You won't even know I'm there.

As if you hadn't been fighting to find a harmony within yourself for the last year, trying to serve him papers for the last six months, to get your divorce to take, to rid yourself of his last name.

Watching him sort through the garbage bags of clothing that you'd packed up for him to come and take between tours had been a little pitiful, but he'd unearthed what he'd needed to sleep in.

"Still have a toothbrush for me?" He asked.

"No."

"Face wash?"

"Don't you just use soap?"

"Yeah, but you put me on that, uh—That regimen, that routine."

"You never followed it."

"So you threw the stuff out?"

"I wasn't using it, so. Yeah."

"Huh." Patrick straightened, PJs in hand. You couldn't help but watch him strip off as he passed you, eyeing the ripple of his back muscles as he tossed his shirt in the direction of his bag.

"I'm showering," He called over his shoulder, "If you'd like to join me."

"I'd rather chew glass, but thanks."

--

He was sleeping. He had to be, right? It didn't matter if he was or wasn't. It didn't matter that Patrick Zweig was asleep on your couch, just a floor away. It didn't matter that you were worked up, at the midpoint between pissed off and turned on.

How did he always manage to do that to you?

You should've been able to clock early on that it was trouble. None of your friends or family thought it would work out, and you'd been chagrined when they'd been right. For as much as you had once loved him, for as certain as you and Patrick had been sure you would fit, that you would fix whatever needed fixing, no matter what fate had in store for you, you just...Couldn't.

It didn't help that he had been chasing glory on the court, or that you had spent your relationship trying to fill the shoes of a woman that you could never be. It didn't help that the two of you were just fundamentally different, in ways that you either of you were unwilling to compromise. When he'd left, it hadn't been a surprise, but it had been so goddamn hard to serve him papers. But you'd had such trouble trying to pin him down during your relationship, why should the way you broke be any different?

But when you'd been in bed together—Hell, you'd been even more certain that it could work. You and Patrick just fit. Things had been so right with so little conversation or hesitation. Your needs had fueled one another's, and you'd been able to lose yourself in him. It should have been enough.

But it wasn't then, and it wasn't now.

He was asleep. He had a match the next morning, and he needed his rest. You could do the same—You should do the same. You needed to be staring at the ceiling right now like you need a goddamn hole in the head. You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes and doing your best to focus on your breathing. In for five... Hold...Out...For...Five...In for...One...Two...Three...Four...

Your eyes opened, your breath catching as you heard the door open. You held completely still as you heard the door close again, chased by the soft pad of feet along your floor before the mattress dipped beside you. The covers shifted, lifting and falling as he laid down.

"Are you asleep?" He murmured. It was another moment before his palm skimmed across your belly, his rough cheek nuzzling against the curve of your shoulder. Your breath left you in a soft sigh, your muscles untensing bit by bit.

"I know you haven't been here in a while," You muttered, "But this is not the couch."

He huffed a soft laugh. "I know," He snuggled closer, and it was just a moment before you felt the press of his cock against your hip. You drew in a shaky breath, hands lowering to his arm.

"Patrick," You mumbled. "You should be asleep."

"I can't sleep." His teeth scraped along your jaw as his fingers snaked under the hem of your nightshirt.

"Indigestion?" You squeaked. "Shouldn't've had that third slice of pizza. I told you not to."

Your eyes squeezed shut as he rolled his hips against you.

"This feel like pizza to you?"

"Well—"

"Baby," He pleaded. "You gonna tell me you didn't miss me?"

It took you a moment, and you couldn't help your slight squirming.

"Not even a little."

He laughed again, and you knew that you hadn't been able to sneak a thing by him.

"You don't have to lie. I saw you watching me." He tipped his chin up, sucking a tender kiss to your neck. And you had, but—

"I wasn't."

Patrick tutted disapprovingly. You shuddered, arching up into his touch as his thumb skimmed across your hardening nipple.

"You're a shitty liar, you know that?"

"You're an asshole," You hissed as Patrick lifted his head.

"You like it."

You couldn't get a word out to argue as Patrick's tongue swept between your lips. You whimpered in spite of yourself, sinking back against your pillows and raising your hand to fist in his hair. He was over you in a moment, body shoving your thighs wide as his hands rucked up the bottom of your sleep shirt. You drew in a sharp breath as his head dipped to catch one of your nipples between his lips. You tightened your grip on his, shivering as he teased it with his tongue.

Patrick's hips ground against yours, rolling against where you're growing slick in your sleep shorts.

"How long's it been?" He murmured, "Huh? Since me?"

And it was too embarrassing to say—too embarrassing to admit that you hadn't slept with anyone since Patrick left.

"Shut up," You hissed, "Just—Please, shut up."

His hand snuck beneath the hem of your shorts, swiping gently across your tender clit, and he grinned as your hips hitched up into his deft touch.

"S'okay," He cooed as he eased a couple of fingers into your tight, aching cunt. "I missed you, too."

--

"You gonna come watch me play?"

As with the rest of the last day or so, your answer should be no. You didn't turn to look at Patrick as you rummaged through your dresser for something to wear.

"I've seen you play, Patrick."

"Not lately." He tried again: "It's a challenger."

You hummed, giving a noncommittal shrug as you pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

"...Well can I stay here tonight?"

"If you win, sure."

"How will you know I win if you don't come see me?"

You rolled your eyes, hip-checking your drawer shut before pulling up your pants and tugging in your top.

"Fine. Just tonight. You'll have to find somewhere tomorrow night."

"I'll have the prize money by then, I'll crash at a motel."

"Oh, a motel. Hey big spender," You drawled, heading for your door.

"Hey."

"What?"

"You have the papers here?"

It stopped you dead in your tracks, your stomach churning with unease as you looked at him again.

"...What?"

"The divorce papers," He clarified. "I can sign 'em while I'm here."

It would be so easy. It would be so easy to go down to your office and draw the file out of your desk drawer, to plop it down in front of Patrick with your favorite black ballpoint pen, to flip between arrow tabs and instruct, "Sign here, here, here, here, here, and here."

But you found yourself shaking your head.

"I don't have a copy," You fibbed. It took Patrick a moment before he nodded a little.

"Can you get them?"

Hell, were you that out of practice? One night back in bed with you and he was ready to call it? But you were certain that wasn't it—That Patrick was, for once in his goddamn life, trying to make it easy on you after so much hell.

"...Maybe, I don't know," You shrugged. "It's the weekend."

"Okay."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah—Hey."

"What?"

You watched as Patrick pulled the covers away, unashamed of his nakedness as he strode toward you. He grasped your chin, tipping your head for a soft kiss. It took everything in you not to melt into him as he skimmed his hand over your hip, drawing back just enough to give you a sleepy, hazy smile.

"Good morning."

You couldn't help your own, indignant smile.

"Sure, Patrick." You turned away, determined to push on with your day, your life like he wasn't there—like he wouldn't be hanging over you as you made breakfast, or dominating the court as he played, or in your bed again in just a few hours. "Good morning."

[some-rotten-nest]

Random DC/DP headcannons bc I can't sleep

Expect many typos

Danny hates storms, especially thunderstorms bc of the lighting cracking in the sky

Danny wears a power cuff like a bracelet that dampens his more violent powers bc he's scared of them (wail, large-scale ice like with undergrowth etc)

In one of his magazines, instead of bullets Jason keeps solid ectoplasm just in case, and so it's not conspicous

In his Phantom form Danny has a streak of black hair where his white usually is

Jason is fright knight (unless it's a Jason-Danny biologically related fic. Ghost Zone law says no one you share blood with (clones included) can become fright knight (but they can join the court and have other ranks))

Danny made a contingency plan against himself and with the help of a sibling (Cass most likely, though she did seem a bit sad) got it on the bat-computer. Password protected so Danny can't get into it. Bruce doesn't know and won't know until/if Danny goes bad. Bruce made a separate one for him.

Tim gets low and non-harmfil doses of ectoplasm in his coffee bc it is like a shit ton of caffeine for a living person. (Yes, some Amity Park drinks have ectoplasm in them too)

Danny asks Bruce, Tim and Lucius for help with Ghost King Shit TM

Duke has to squint when looking directly at ectoplasm (Danny's trying to find some solution but there isn't one)

Jason has a shadow core

Damian got extinct animals from Danny as a birthday gift multiple times (a dodo bird named Delilah, a messenger pigeon names Luke and a splendid posion frog named Ares)

To piss Bruce off, Jason got a pterodactyl he's named Flynn that he takes on patrol. Safe to safe, people get a hella more scared of Red Hood. Bruce hates it but Jason does actually love Flynn and Bruce can't bring himself to take Flynn awya

Danny made a patrol playlist for every member of the bat family and beyond bc he has one for when he goes out as Phantom (they all listen to their playlists and love them)

Before Danny was fully pulled into the family, he'd flinch at Dick's escrima sticks and still catches himself staring the weapon, his heart pounding

Danny found out Captain Marvel was a kid bc while on a mission with him, Captain Marvel pointed out that there was a pirate ship hovering above them and that Danny should probably deal with that. He'd, and any other Amity Parker that overhead, never laughed so badly in his entire life. Billy was never so scared & confused.

Bart and Danny are friends bc Dan had leveled most of the future before the Beatles took over what was left (I'm actually not that sure about Bart's backstory so feel free to correct me if something's wrong here)

Cass and Danny have staring contests alot. Sometimes the others think they've fallen asleep with their eyes open. They didn't.

Danny had a Twitter account for Phantom without Bruce knowing, but when Steph was trying to convince Bruce to let her have one she mentioned it and Danny had to delete it (he has an alt he now posts every embarrassing thing Batman does and has ever done)

Puns. So many puns between Dick & Danny.

Danny mumbles in his sleep

Crows flock to Danny like hungry tigers. Damian's envious but he gets to pet & feed them so it's mostly okay.

GW likes Jason and let's him borrow books whenever he wants to (also any destroyed book ends up with GW but that's a pretty common hc) but Jason has to swear not to give them to Danny. Not that Danny wants them.

Duke is helping Tucker out with studies and Tucker Duke with tech. Technus sometimes shows up too to help.

Johnny and Jason are dEAD bffs

Sam and Babs get on like a house on fire

Talia met Danny and they're actually friendly to each other. Sure, she's trying to trick Danny into giving her his throne, but Danny knew that and wasn't about to let that happen

Danny will randomly punch his siblings, smirk, then bow and say "my leige" and run away. The sibling now has the crown and is chasing to punch Danny back because honestly fuck that

Constantine is slightly terrified of Danny and Bruce uses it like a threat-- "John, if you don't answer, Danny will contact you." It works like a charm

When too excited, Danny and Jason will start talking in Ghost speech. It freaks everyone else but Damian and Cass out bc the same sounds came from the pits

Take, edit, have fun with whatever you want here. It's just bs that crawls around my brain for funsies and won't let me sleep.

[intothecometverse]

in honor of february ending, here's what i manifested this month!

🐬 this one time i was practicing a bit later than usual and i was like FUCK ION WANNA EAT DINNER AND THEN GO TO ORCHESTRA REHEARSAL WITHIN HALF AN HOUR THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIME and then i got an email for the rehearsal schedule and i got at least half an hour more than usual until i had to come. funny enough i was thinking to myself like plz don't make me come until later plz plz plz plz plz plz and then i got the email for the rehearsal schedule so yippe

🐬 going on to that i had to fucking take a shit and ended up arriving to the rehearsal room ON THE DOT (which is late for orchestra standards 💔) but luckily there were still ppl waiting outside while the conductor was dealing with the basses and cellos only (which was the reason why ppl who weren't basses and cellows didn't have to come until half an hour later) so i wasn't late woo! and on my walk there (i was speed walking lol) i was affirming to myself i'm not gonna be late im not gonna be late there are still gon' be ppl waiting outside then boom that happened??? like im god hello??

🐬 having dinner + getting to go on a mini walk with my goth sp (i asked them and they said yes)

🐬 also manifesting conversations with my goth sp just by thinking about experiencing it seconds beforehand

🐬 oh ja and i also manifested being released early from orchestra rehearsals thru just thinking abt it seconds before too 😭😭

🐬 manifested seeing another sp during my regular day activities (their dorm room is around the corner from mine so we see each other a lot xD) like whenever i think abt them boom they pop up 😭. manifesting interactions next 𓆩♡𓆪

🐬 (me personally i think this was my most putting-my-foot-down manifesting moment) i overate one time and felt like throwing up, like i was feeling ALL the symptoms i usually do before i throw up so i was like "I'm not gonna throw up im not gonna throw up, remember who's in control. I AM in control, nothing else! the 3d will conform, because i said so, IT'S GOING TO CONFORM, NOW" and then i felt fine, just like that :D

🐬 not needing to get out of bed and take a piss one night when i was rly tired (affirmed "i don't need to piss" until i fell asleep 😭)

🐬 my room being opened one night when i got locked out at like 1/2 am

🐬 my grade in jazz history being raised from a D to a B- (and hopefully an A by the end of the quarter)

🐬 also i have all As in all my other classes

🐬 getting to have a fun hangout before February ended lol

🐬 having friends my age who live in dorms near me xD

🐬 my eczema getting healed without special ointment or anything

🐬 birf control (technically manifested it way back in December bc that was when i got a confirmed appointment but wtv. i got the implant this month so xD)

🐬 clearer skin

🐬 i have super long hair and the ends didn't dry out (technically this is like a continuous manifestation but i just wanted to mention it. basically I've been affirming "the ends of my hair is immune to split ends and drying out as it gets longer" and it worked!)

🐬 being better at trumpet :D (i told my trumpet teacher how much i practiced during one lesson, and continued to play during our lesson even when i surpassed my usual amount of time playing during an average day and he said I've gotten stronger due to playing for so long yet still sounding relatively fresh. and recently I've kept playing for longer amounts of time during the day and I've still been fine so yippe

what i'm looking for manifesting-wise in march:

🦞 shifting lmao

🦞 being successful in my job

🦞 being successful in all areas of life actually

🦞 getting to hang out with both sps + them getting along as friends so we could be a whole trio :3

🦞 my sps texting me first along with me texting them first (like yk how they say it should be like a 50/50 thing with who starts the convos and shit)

🦞 supernatural shit like powers, wings, horns, and like those king sombra kinda smoky eyes

🦞 WORLD. PEACE.

hope this inspired you, and remember, anything is possible, and u are loved!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[xerith-42]

SPILL UR LORNCE HEADCANONS PRETTY PLS 🦶💥

Listen I know we as a fandom make jokes about how to spell Laurance's name but I'm fairly confident that's not how you spell it... Anyways here's a random assortment of MCD Laurance headcanons as I come up with them.

In my brain Laurance is like 6'2 and Cadenza is close to that, but she's like 5'11. So even though she's older than Laurance, he still constantly makes fun of her for being "short" and calls himself the older sibling to piss her off.

Laurance doesn't abstain from poultry, but when he was growing up and spent so much time with Castor as a teenager he didn't eat chicken that much bc he actually knew all of Castor's chickens and it felt weird to eat them or their potential brethren. So like, if it's put on his plate he'll eat it, but otherwise Laurance doesn't like eating chicken very much.

When he was younger Laurance really liked fires. Even if it never snowed, it got really cold in Meteli, and he got used to the different chores associated with making sure there's a fire going in the hearth at all times. He likes feeling useful, and he and Cadenza would often fall asleep outside the fire place cause it was just so nice and warm. Also he probably has ADHD and we all how how them bitches are with fire.

This changed with time. Now Laurance associates fire with his worst memories, illusions or otherwise. He'll stay near one for warmth, but he never feeds it, and he tries not to look at them for too long.

I do want to elaborate on Laurance as a kid though. He was probably so rowdy. After what he's been through they expect him to be more reserved, but he's just a little shit head. He's kind of feral and the only thing that'll calm him down/tire him out is training with the guards in Meteli. Most of them cave to him eventually because at least when he's learning, it's pretty easy to teach him and get the kid to exhaust himself.

One time a teenage Laurance was sparring against the head guard and started actually beating them??? He didn't win the fight in the end, but he came close enough that he started seriously thinking like "Oh shit I'm good at this. Maybe I should become a guard."

Final headcanon for you, MCD Laurance has and will confidently wear dresses. Like, multiple times. He has Cadenza for a sister, of course he's worn dresses she made. Sometimes it was just her practicing, and sometimes she was making a dress/garment for someone else that Laurance was relitavely close to the size of and he really doesn't mind modeling for her. If someone needed to go into enemy territory disguised in drag for whatever reason, Laurance's mentality is "As long as the dress fits, wear it."

[skitskatdacat63]

I need to be asleep but quick rant. Man, every time I think abt how my Austrian civ class ended up being, it pisses me off sm. My prof would constantly be like "omg Habsburgs!!!" when we were in Europe. But then in the class, it's literally only like, mid 19th century-early 20th century stuff, yknow like Sisi and Franz Josef. Which I just. Don't care about. At all. Like you have a niche class, on this country with such a vast and interesting history. And then you focus on the part where, imo, it's arguably the most boring.

I just remember asking him who his fav Habsburg was, and he said Joseph II and when I said Charles VI, he's like "wow that's old." 😭😭 like damn man, that's only two generations back(also real ones will know that techinally everyone past Maria Theresa isnt actually considered a "full" Habsburg.) It just annoys me bcs I was really excited to learn more than just my personal research but nahhhhh. Like i remember perking up, hearing him say "Maximillian I" but then it was just the more modern one bleh. So I've decided I'm going have to counteract that by writing the most niche paper in the world for my final paper. Still don't know tho if I should do Frederick III and Maximillian I(beginning of the Habsburgs as emperors) or my beloved Charles VI. LMAO sry this is so niche but it bugs me so much, him and his teaching in general bug me so much. So often such a waste of time and resources and energy :/ okay sleep

[harryconcepts]

part 71

bestie harry who absolutely hates your bf 😌 when you're at a bar with him and harry shows up a bit later with some friends he's coming right over to see you 😌 he's all "this guy bothering you?" about your bf and you're laughing but your bf is soooo pissed off 😌 Harry's putting his arm around you giving you a kiss on the cheek saying "hi sweet girl" acting like he's your man and he has absolutely no respect for your bf standing two feet away 😌 Harry's bigger and taller anyways so he knows he would win in a fight 😌 he's waving down the bartender to buy you another drink even when your bf tries to say "I'm buying for her" harry just completely ignores him 😌 by the end of the night your bf is so pissed off he literally just leaves without you, you're watching like ???? because he's you're ride home so you turn to harry and he shrugs saying "shame" and then he gets himself a water saying "guess i better sober up since I'll be bringing you home 😌" and that sounds like a wonderful plan to you 😌 you both end up going back to his house to watch a movie and when you're all cuddled up to him on the couch you say "you would never do that to me, would you?" and he hums, looking down at you to say "do what sweet girl?" and you say "leave me at a bar" and he sighs, knowing you're a little more upset than you let on, and he says "of course not, I would treat my girl how she deserves to be treated" and you smile and cuddle a little closer to him 😌 a little later in the night you've both fallen asleep on the couch, but you wake up to your phone ringing and you see that it's your bf. you sigh and say "what should i do" and he shrugs saying "whatever you want, i guess" so you decline the call, then say "he'll come looking for me" and harry says "that's okay, i could take him 😌" and you know he'll keep you safe 😌

whatever you do DON'T think about harry eating you out and how his nose rubs against your clit and how he would hold your hips so tight to keep you still and how he would stop you from grinding against his face just to tease you 🤕 how he would mock you gently for being soooo needy bc he just loves to hear you beg 🤕 just don't think about it just don't 🤕

no bc imagine how feral harry gets when you're pregnant.... you're his beautiful wife carrying his baby and he's just so obsessed with you 😋 your hormones are a little wild and you're all over him and he is more than happy to give you anything you want, however many times you want it 😋

harry when you start talking about babies 😋 he would be so sweet to you always, being all "have to be so good to my pretty wife, my pretty wife who's gonna give me a baby" 😋 and when you're "practicing" as he loves to say he would be all "gonna cum for me, my sweet girl? give me a good one and I'll give you a baby" and he's holding you so close and giving it to you soooooo good 😋 and when he cums in you he would absolutely push it back in with his fingers, shushing you gently when you whine from how sensitive it is and saying "just wanna make sure it really worked" and he's just feral😋

i feel like harry would love that you sleep naked 🫶🏻 he's like oh 😌 I like this 😌 this is nice 😌 putting his hands veeeery gently on your boobs just to hold them 🫶🏻

but think about that scruff being.... places 🤕 how it would burn just a little on your thighs and you wince, he would immediately stop and be doting on you all "what's the matter sweet girl ☹️" and you brush your thumb over his chin and say "it's just prickly" and he's getting up saying "I'll go shave right now" but you stop him and say "I like it... just be gentle please" and he would be so feral 🤕 the way some of the little hairs would brush against your clit and get you even closer and then he would be able to taste you for a while after 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

no he would always be so eager to please you 😋 always begging you to sit on his face or to let him use toys on you, he doesn't care he just wants to be good for you 😋

no he would take your clothes off with his teeth 🤭 just think... him kissing down your neck whispering "pretty, pretty girl" and smirking at how you whine and tangle your fingers in his hair 🤭 he would say "can i take this off?" with his fingers running over your sides soooo gently and teasingly and you're stuttering to say yes and that only makes him move slower 🤭 he would kiss down your throat and his fingers move to the buttons but then he stops for a second and his hands go back to your sides, you whimper and say "please stop teasing I just want-" and he shushes you saying "I'm gonna take care of you, you know I always do sweet girl... be patient hm?" with his nose dragging along the skin of your collarbone 🤭 finally his face is low enough and right when you're about to beg again he starts using his mouth to undo the buttons and you're about to pass out from how hot that is 🤭 you're gripping his hair so tight and trying to stay still so he can work but you can't help but move your hips against his a little 🤭 he doesn't mind though 🤭 he just keeps working and finally gets all of the buttons undone and when he lifts his head you're looking at him like 😶 basically begging with your eyes 🤭 he just smiles and says "you're still wearing far too many clothes" and he kisses down your tummy to get to the button on your jeans 🤭

getting into a fight with harry 😔 maybe it's one of the first times you have an argument in your relationship and you're both just so upset over it because you both hate fighting but things just boiled over 😔 and I think he would definitely never yell or raise his voice but he knows things are getting really heated so before either of you can say anything hurtful he just takes a deep breath and says "i need to go for a bit... I'm going to go for a walk, I just need some time" and you're so upset over that but he says "I'm not leaving, and i promise I'll be back i just- I need some time to myself" and with that he's out the door and you're in tears already 😔 he comes back a few hours later and you're on the couch wrapped in a blanket, he comes over to you and sits down but he keeps some space between the two of you and that hurts more than anything else 😔 he hands you a cup of coffee from your favorite shop and it's quiet for a minute before he says "I'm sorry" and you're already interrupting him saying "no i should be apologizing-" but he cuts you off, shaking his head and saying "just let me talk? please?" so you nod, and he sighs saying "i shouldn't have said any of the things i did, and I'm very sorry about anything I said that hurt your feelings... I never ever want to hurt my girl like that" and you're trying to hard the little tears in your eyes but you're not doing the best job 😔 and he feels like crying too just from seeing you so sad but he knows it's not the time 😔 he takes a shaky breath and says "so if you want me to leave for the night i understand, just give me a minute to get some things and then I'll be out of your hair" and he's already getting up from the couch but before he can even take a step you're saying "no, please don't- I want you to stay" and he's a little surprised, he thought maybe you'd want some time away from him after you were so unkind to each other but he says "of course, I'll do whatever you want, always" and before he can say anything else you're getting up to give him a big hug 😔 your voice is muffled against his chest when you say "I never want you to leave.... I don't care how mad I get i still want you to stay with me" and at that he really can't help crying a little bit, he just loves you so much 😔 knowing you're his girl and no matter what, you can always work things out with him😔

wailing and sobbing and screaming thinking about how harry is always so respectful during sex ... always making sure it's okay to touch you or take clothes off and always asking before he does anything and always checking in with you to make sure you're doing okay and feeling good 😭🤕🫥👹👺

don't think about making out with Harry and don't think about how he would feel you getting restless under him and don't think about how he would smile against your lips and murmur "does my baby want something?" and don't think about how he would be so cocky when you just whine and don't think about how he would slip his fingers into your panties and don't think about how he would mockingly gasp and then say "you're wet, love" and don't think about how he would say "want me to do something about that?" and he would move his fingers so slow and teasing until you finally say yes and tell him what you want 🤕

I am actually embarrassingly ticklish like i can not handle having someone even touch my stomach or neck bc I will scream and i fear... i fear harry would take advantage of that 🤕 he would love to hear your laugh more than anything else so he would allllways be coming up and teasing his fingers over your sides because he thinks it's so funny how you squirm away 🤕 he would smile so big saying "oh yeah? that tickles?" and you're laughing too hard to even answer but he just says "what's that? can't hear you baby, use your words for me" 🤕🤕🤕 he just loves your body and loves to make you laugh 🤕

the first time you and harry have sex after saying i love you 🤕he would be so emotional and needy and he just wants to feel close 🤕 he would nudge his nose against yours and say "love you so much, my sweet girl" and then he would make you cum for him 🤕

i fear harry gets a little turned on when you cry... when he's made you cum three times and he has to hold your hips down to keep you still bc you keep trying to squirm away from how intense it is, but he has such a good grip on you that all you can do is lay there and cry about it 🤕 when his fingers brush over your sensitive skin again you're shaking your head and you manage to get out "no more, I can't anymore" and he would stop touching for a bit, he would come up to look at you and pout gently saying "need me to stop? we can be done if it's too much, pretty girl" and he thumbs away the tears 🤕 you take a second to breathe and then say "no, I don't want to stop" and he would smile and say "that's my girl, taking everything so good aren't you?" and he nudges his nose against yours for a kiss 🤕 while his lips distract you his fingers slip down again and when he brushes them over your clit you let out a pathetic little cry against his lips because it's just so much and with the way he's laying on you you can't even squirm 🤕 he would pull away to look at you and then pout even more, wiping away the fresh tears and murmuring "such a crybaby for me, hm?" while his fingers keep working 🤕 then he would say "that's okay, I like it when you cry for me" and dig his fingers a little deeper 🤕

harry knowing you have to have the blankets tucked just right or the bed made a certain way or you can't sleep, he would think it's so cute 🥹 you would apologize saying "I know it's a whole process I'll be done soon sorry" and he would say "no, it's good that you know what you need to be comfortable" and he would help you get everything settled so you can lay down together 🥹

the way Harry would get so sad if you weren't communicating well with each other 😔 he would give you a hug and say "sweet girl, we don't do this... I need you to talk to me, I need you to tell me what's going on" and he would make sure you two get lots of time alone where you can just be with each other without any pressure or stress 😔

the way Harry would always make sex about you 🤕making sure you're feeling so good bc he just wants to please his girl 🤕 he would always say stuff like "I want to give you whatever you want, my pretty girl deserves whatever she wants" 🤕 sometimes you get worried maybe it's taking too long and he's getting tired but he would always shush you and say "I don't care how long it takes, I'm not going anywhere until you're ready for me to stop" 🤕 he's so gentle with you because he just wants to please you always 🤕

hm... he's posted multiple signs about wanting attention... i fear he is obsessed with giving you all his attention and teasing you for being so needy even though he actually loves it... he's always saying stuff like "my girl is so needy for me, hm? just wants all my attention, doesn't she... let's see if you can handle it then 😋" mocking you soooo gently but still being sweet and giving you whatever you want 🤕

harry would love to help you find out what you like 😁 he would be all over you whispering "we can go slow... i want to take my time with you, learn what makes you moan" 😁

i fear harry has a b*gging kink first and foremost and he refuses to give you anything you want until you "beg pretty for it" and he would be so mean too, edging you until you're near tears and then he would smile against your skin and say "I know you can do better than that, I want to hear you beg- you know i can do this all night" and he really can, he'll hold out on you for as long as he wants until you give in 🤕

idk if you've talked about this before but prosecco y/n would definitely joke w Harry and call him old man 😭 even tho they're only a few years apart and he knows she's in love with him she would love to rile him up by saying "come on old man it's time for bed" and he would be acting all fake offended saying "old? get over here, I'll show you old" and then absolutely rock her shit 🤕

...proof that he would hold out on you until you're good for him 🤕 he would absolutely edge you and make you squirm until you're begging and pleading him to just let you cum already and he would smirk against your skin saying "gonna be a good girl for me then?" and you nod, he would smile and say "then I guess you get what you want" 🤕🤕🤕

... harry bending you over 😵‍💫 he would talk so filthy before he even does anything, he would say "want me to be rough with you? want me to bend you over? filthy little thing, aren't you" and he would do it 😵‍💫 he would hold onto your hips to keep you still and he would be so cocky when you push back to get him to go harder 😵‍💫 he would be all "so sweet for everyone else, but you're such a little slut for me" 😵‍💫

it's snowing again 🥹 i know you hate snow but just think of laying with harry on the couch while it snows and you sip hot chocolate with extra marshmallows watching a show together 🥹 it's so cold and gross outside but that doesn't matter because you're with him and he's keeping you warm 🥹

starting the semester and finding out you have a few classes with plugrry 😋 you're very surprised to see him but obviously not complaining when he walks up and asks if the seat next to you is taken 😋 you're all "no, it's open" and he sits 😋 then the next time you have class he gets there before you, when you go to sit you see he has two cups of coffee on the table 😋 he slides one towards you and says "good morning" softly, you smile and don't question how he got your order exactly right 😋 from then on he brings you coffee every morning, even when you say he doesn't have to he's all "i don't mind, i like seeing you smile" and that has you bluuuushing 😋

okay.... he would find your little vibrator in your bedside table and decide it's his mission to try it out on you.... he would have so much fun thinking about all the ways he could use it and all the ways you would react... one day when youre kissing in your bed he would pull away and be all 😏wanna try something 😏 and he always makes you feel so good so you agree, then he reaches over and opens the drawer and pulls it out and you're blushing so hard it hurts saying "how did you-?" but he just says "i just know these things, I know how girls work 😌" then he would say "so can we try it 😁" and you say yes because you know he'll make you cum so hard 😌he says "lay back then, I'm gonna make my pretty girl feel so good" and he would be so teasing 😌 he would for sure touch it against one of your nipples to have you squirming and making some pretty noises for him, then he would trace it down your tummy and finally put it where you want it 😌 he would have to hold your hips down because you're moving so much but he doesn't mind 😌 and he would tease you the whole time, when you're feeling so good and too out of it to talk he's cooing "does that feel nice sweet girl?" and kissing at your cheeks 😌 you claw at his arm when you're close and he's all "i know, it feels so good doesn't it? want to see you cum for me" and he clicks the setting up higher 😌

angel swearing during sex 🤕 aster would be sooooo cocky knowing she never talks like that but he can get those words out of her 🤕 he knows he's fucking her just right and hitting all the right spots when she starts letting out little breaths of "fuck, fuck, fuck" into his shoulder 🤕 and he would tease her so much saying "oh, that's not a nice word from such a sweet girl" and that only makes her whine more 🤕 he would smirk and say "that's alright, I'll let it slide since you sound so pretty saying it" but he would be so condescending knowing he's the only one who can get her so out of it 🤕

being so shy to ask for him to bend you over because it's so dirty but you know it feels so good 😵‍💫 and he would never give it to you until you ask because he likes teasing first 😵‍💫 then finally when you say the words and you're blushing so hard he would be so feral 😵‍💫 he would have one hand gripping your hip and the other reaching around to play with your clit and tease you even more 😵‍💫

aster would so tease angel when she's more confident about sex and asking for what she wants 🤕 ofc he's never mean or making fun of her but just a little mocking bc he can't help it 🤕 he would be all "what happened to my shy girl, hm? you used to be so sweet and innocent, now you're asking for me to-" and she would cover his mouth with her hand bc she knows he's going to say something filthy 🤕 he would grin and pull her hand away, saying "you know I'll give you anything you want, all you have to do is ask, pretty baby" and he would run his thumb over her blushy cheek 🤕

[brick-a-doodle-do]

But sleepy writing is creative and hilarious ;-;

You're more creative when tired, it's a science fact...bc you aren't being inhibited by rational thought heheheheh

i got lucky last night i guess dsjgfksd i should write something while i'm half asleep and see what happens

usually i force myself to write something so i can get it out before i sleep. terrible habit but usually that means i'll stay up to 3-4 am working on it, because i get side-tracked so easily— i haven't read hush 2 yet so i can't REALLY say anything but still,,,, i can automatically tell that 1 was better

and yes i experienced firsthand how creative i get. i went through so many different endings before CHOSING THE WORST ONE !!!!!!! kinda pissed at myself for that lmfao

i think the worst writing i did was my sprinto era if anyone remembers that...those were some dark times... :')

[nathank77]

8/3/24

11:19 a.m

I'm disgusted with myself. In order to fall asleep last night bc of like body anxiety (it wasn't mental) I had to take another half. I fucking hate myself for it..

I took like 7 mg of Melatonin in Total, 4 to start, then another 3 with the half. And I took benadryl.

I'm so pissed but what am I supposed to do? Not sleep again before my dad's house and then cancel. I miss fucking weed that's all im saying. That's all I needed to sleep. Just a little weed. And I was out like a light didn't matter if I was going to my dad's or getting a scary procedure the next day or whatever. I could be anxious as all fuck and all I needed was weed and I'd be fucking sleeping.

I'm worried about my tolerance but it takes 4 days... and I'm doing my regular tonight. If I don't sleep I may take a little more...

But the next night if I don't sleep with the regular I'm pulling an all nighter...

I'm really disgusted with myself but I was like if I don't fall asleep soon I'm quitting. If I quit then I'm not going. So yea. I better be okay tonight and the following days from here..

I'm getting ready. My mother is in the kitchen it's fucking annoying. I need max like 1 hour a day in the kitchen without her cleaning and being in the way and I have to fight her to get her out so I can cook my food. I'm cooking dinner soon cause I want to be full for as long as I can be.

I'm trying to be at dad's house by 12-2... if only my mother would leave the fucking kitchen..

I'm going to leave by 5 or 6 p.m the latest. Due to the weather the party got changed from 2 p.m to 4 p.m.

The good news is I won't be there for the presents. I don't want to be for Connors shitty comments he learned from my family.

Idk if I should bring swimming stuff or not. The weather looks nice but the forecast doesn't.

I had it all arranged and then I saw the forecast and put it all away.

Do I want to swim? In theory... it would be fun..

In practice not really. Why? Cause then I have to pack sandals like i have any but the ones I wear in the shower. A towel. I have to wear annoying ear plugs bc I get swimmers ear bad. I have to pack a bathing suit and extra clothes. It's complicated and then if I do swim for a while I got to plant my wet ass on my car seat.

I want to but I dont want to and just the stress of my mother cleaning the whole kitchen right now makes me want to blow my brains out. I just want 1 hours. I'm making fucking Veggie burgers they take like 30 minutes just fucking leave and get drunk in the other room. Go away for 30 minutes to a hour. It's not that hard and it's not much to ask for.

As she talks about sweeping up mouse shit and my ocd is like it's getting kicked up in the air and I'll get hantavirus cause even if I cover my mouth it can get on my food.

Like just leave the kitchen stop fucking talking about mouse shit. What I don't know won't hurt me. Stfu.

And beyond that it's like of course I'm anxious about my tolerance. I'm anxious about the weather.

I'm anxious about having enough time to poop 3 times before leaving bc otherwise I'll need to poop there and I really feel uncomfortable pooping other places.... I'll do it if I have to but there bathroom is right off the kitchen/living room so I want to get this done before I leave. Not to mention I use wet wipes cause my ass is really annoying to clean. And I'm not bringing them with me so like that's always a thought before I go somewhere. I got to shit 3x so I wont have to later so my ocd won't be any worse just dealing with toilet paper that takes 500000x longer.

And my mother is still sweeping and dusting and using chemicals and it's like just GET OUT OF THERE FOR 40 MINUTES AND LET ME FUCKING COOK. Then I can leave. I got to take my pills aka my white mulberries and shit and I need a full meal for it.

I'm already stressed enough about everything I listed above and going to my dad's and I cant even cook. As she stumbles around the kitchen drunk spraying chemicals and kicking mouse shit and dust in the air with a broom.

And I want to think about swimming and if it's worth it but all I can think about is- cooking, mouse shit particles, pooping, and my tolerance. And the drive home in a potential rain storm.

[messofmoss]

tuesday, june 18, 2024

8:27am

i had a lackluster message from julia which already started my day off poorly. but i also had a message from tristan saying good morning when he got off of work. and the only reason he is even doing this is because he wants to get off. he had said he'd let me know when he's off of work. he doesn't want to chat with me. he wants to cum. that's all i'm good for. i feel like a clawing at my skin internally right now. i haven't answered him yet but she wants to. my fingers feel weird so i'm just making a fist and letting it go. i can't think of the word. like this is my hand. i don't have to do this. i shouldn't do this. i don't want to do this. my legs bouncing a mile a minute. i feel like i'm in limbo right now. i'm moving my hands to remind myself they're mine but they don't feel like mine. there's like an ache. oh they're shaking. my hands are cold. i think i am going to toss my phone away so i won't answer him.

9:16am

i just answered him. i am also feeling so itchy, and like if you've taken a pen to a page and angrily scribbled like that's how i feel inside. messy, pointy, frenetic. i told julia in 4 messages that she was in my dream. it wasn't romantic or sexual just kinda silly. all she said was "Oh," oh. just oh. not "lol, that's weird," which, even just that, is fairly dry. but there is nothing to say to oh. if she doesn't want to talk to me, she should just say that. i don't even know why i try anymore. this is all it ever is. me talking at her and her seeming to barely tolerate me. it hurts like so fucking bad dude. why???? why do i even exist? my own best friend doesn't even fucking like me. no one wants to be around me. i'm so stupid. i just want to ghost everyone i know. as if any of them would even care. i'm better off alone. i can throw out all of my masks and just exist alone in my room as this feral thing that doesn't need anybody. all people do is use me. i'm not complimenting her anymore, so what's the point of having me around? she's probably praying i'll stop messaging her. well fuck it i will then.

11:00am

i could never be a parent. i was feeling shitty so i decided to take a nap. i wake up to my mom in my room (extremely rare) calling my name bc grandma is awake and needs her breakfast and coffee and shit. she then told me i scared her because she called me and i wasn't answering. i was downstairs like an hour ago to start a load of laundry.

but i get downstairs and my grandma is sitting there and cheerfully goes hello!! and i was just so angry. i gave a curt hi back. i got her stuff ready and gave it to her then came back up here. now i feel too warm to sleep and that pisses me off more.

she's working from home precisely for this reason that she can take care of her for the day. in the time it took her to come up here and wake me, she could have already had the coffee and meds to her. the coffee is just sticking a cup in the keurig. its not that hard. she literally works like 10 feet from it.

i just want to be left the fuck alone. it's a million degrees, and i want to cry, and the air feels like a blanket, and it's smothering me. i just want to be asleep.

her look of disappointment is still hanging in the air by the doorway.

brain backing track: leavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealone

at the same time: you're so fucking stupid. you're just a burden on her. do you know how much happier she would be if you were gone? how much happier they would all be?

i wish i could shut up all the layers of my thoughts. a torturous tiramisu.

3:54pm

took a nap. still julia has not said anything to me since the "Oh" at 9:13am. she posted to her close friends on insta though. i got a notification but i haven't gone to look yet. i don't want to seem too eager. usually i wait until like 7ish because she'll be asleep by then for sure.

she just messaged me

she still wants to do goodnight messages even if we haven't talked all day? but like she doesn't even seem to want to talk to me in the first place? i am so confused. what does she want?

5:28pm

we ended up talking. she said that she wasn't mad at me but she wasn't going to pretend everything is normal after the voice messages i sent. she said she felt we aren't on the same page and should talk about it. she basically said that we should come to a middle ground but she wanted me to know her not doing certain things isn't because she doesn't care but because those things in particular are hard for her.

9:25pm

she doesn't care about me. she only cares about cris. has it even bothered her that we have been in a weird place? did she miss me? no. just cris. i'm just the backup friend. no one cares about me for more than what they can use me for. if i just disappeared, who would notice? who would care? i just want to be entirely alone. i don't want to have to see people or hear people or be around people anymore. all it leads is to pain anyway. maybe if i wasn't so fucking awkward, people would actually like me.

the last two days at work, i opened with taylor and she kept talking to me but i don't know how i'm supposed to respond. i could tell by her face that i wasn't giving the correct responses. i'm forever just awkward weird katy. i wanted her to just leave me alone to save myself the embarrassment but i also don't want that because then it will just confirm that no one likes me. why is small talk so painful

[bullshit-bulltrue]

so science lab was fucking insane today bc we had a substitute .

i had to be mean to someone, almost got hit with a chancla, found out a guy i liked in elementary has a crush on me, and i ended up falling asleep in the midst of it all

and bc i wanna type the rest in a weird format, here u go:

me: *leaves at the end of class* *goes to locker bc holy shit i just found out a guy likes me* *gets pissed bc shit don't be adding up* *contemplates why he would like me* lowkey gets mad 💀* *screeches + punches my locker and leaves a small dent* (...oopsie) *closes my locker and takes a deep breath*

ben: *pops up outta nowhere* (awoop jumpscare) (but in a good way) hey! *does a lil wave*

me: hi!

ben: yo your class was REALLY loud. we could hear you guys all the way from our room.

me: yeah it was ten times louder inside.

ben: damn

*pauses for a minute bc we kept bumping into each other since everyone else is fucking bumping into us*

me: hey did Mr e. play the gummy bear song for you guys and make you all dance?

ben: yeah *kinda embarrassed*

me: i figured, i heard it playing from the hallways lol

ben: well you guys were way louder lol

me: yeah its bc we had a sub

ben: ohhh that makes sense

me: everyone went crazy i swear. people running everywhere, almost got hit with a chancla

ben: wait what?!

me: yeah someone took aaron's slipper and threw it over my head. that was fun.

ben: oh wow

me: surprised i got out of class in time

ben: why's that?

me: oh i fell asleep and barely woke up before the bell

ben: you can fall asleep in there??? it was fucking loud

me: yeah, i can fall asleep if im tired enough

ben: wow

*we walk out the building doors and head toward the front of the school*

ben: hey did you finish the english essay?

me: i haven't even started it

ben: oh i finished it already

ben: ah..

me: yeah its due tonight so i'm just gonna scrape smth together

me: that was a joke. um, a bad one. it's not that hard, so i'll finish it up in no time. besides, we only have to write like 2 paragraphs minimum

ben: uhh yeah i *might* have written a more than two paragraphs..

me: what, like four?

ben: um.. more

me: seven? six?

ben: one less

me: five? omg, good job

ben: and i'm thinking of coloring in the drawing too. aiming for that extra credit 😎 but idk yet (he was joking. our school doesn't allow extra credit)

me: thats good! and hey as long as you have some pretty solid writing, i wouldn't worry too much about the drawing.

ben: yeah. oh and uhm i'll show you my writing tomorrow (we have english Okay!

me: okay! *about to leave*

ben: wait a minute! i actually have a picture of it saved, because i sent it to [insert persons name i dont remember]. *shows me the picture of the writing and drawing* me: wow, that's really good!

ben: yeah i actually don't know how many paragraphs that is lol (he didn't use indentations) and i still don't know about coloring it in

me: i'd say that's about 4-5. and, as i said, don't worry too much about coloring it in. you have a good amount written, so you should get a solid grade on that. and the diagram for your drawing looks good. if anything, maybe highlight the main parts. so it's bold you know?

ben: okay, thanks!

me: yeah, anytime! ever need help, just ask.

ben: okay!

me: see ya later!

ben: yeah, bye!

so yeah <3

also i figured out what was different abt him

so yk that part where ur hairline ends? yeah he got it. it was bugging me all day bc I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was different lol

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 8 - Great Britain

I race I did watch live at the time... but had to watch a recording of it bc I fell asleep as I'd gotten back from a school trip the day before.

Anyway, my main memory of this race is all the very bad and very dramatic tyre failures which... big yikes. Seb also retired with some kind of mechanical failure which meant that Rosberg won. But apart from that I don't remember much else, so let's get into it and hope it's not completely awful 😵‍💫

Ah Silverstone, my forever beloved 💚

Okay starting grid: Merc 1-2 with Lewis on pole (spoiler alert: he's one of the drivers who has a tyre blowout :(), Seb P3, Dan P5 holy shit, Jenson P10 and Jev P12.

Helmet watch: I can't quite tell but it looks like Seb has pictures of all the RBR team on his helmet which is adorable

[Formation Lap]: Mediums and Hards are the tyres for this race.

cut to the stampede of mechanics and engineers trying to get back to the garages.

[Start/Lap 1]: Lewis shooting off at the start and Seb taking P2, I LOVE THIS SONG

Grosjean going round the outside of the of the McLaren's at Luffield holy shit dude

Jenson up to P9 🥰

or not Fernando just got past him :(

[Lap 2]: Lewis with an 8 tenths lead already, that's why they named the start-finish straight after him

[Lap 3]: aaaaand Lewis fastest lap.

Meanwhile Sutil is in P4. Team Silverstone once again be Team Silverstone-ing, at Silverstone

[Lap 5]: Lewis up to 2 seconds ahead of Seb, he's goating folks

The way that I know the tyre failures are coming but I have no idea on which laps they happen, it's like a really aggressive jack in the box.

(iirc Lewis, Jev and Checo were the affected drivers)

[Lap 6]: So yeah I'm just going to enjoy the Sewis 1-2 while it lasts 😭

[Lap 7]: Not Jenson complaining of his tyres overheating already, he's on the hards 😭😭😭

And Perez just got past him

and cut to Webber's busted front wing, man announced his retirement that weekend and someone decided to beat him up at the start as a send off

[Lap 8]: Seb fastest lap 🥰

ah shit there's Lewis' delaminated left rear tyre 😭😭😭

Cut to a v disappointed looking Ross Brawn

I know it's been ten years, but you can meet my fists Pirelli

The fact it happened down the Wellington straight too like.... big fucking yikes man

[Lap 9]: Anyway he's made it into the pits and is back out on track, although in plum last :(

[Lap 10]: So Seb's now P1 with Rosberg P2 and Sutil P3.

Oh jeez it was Massa that was the second left rear failure

[Lap 11]: cut to someone from Pirelli watching Massa's stop in the pit lane dbuhsfubh

[Lap 12]: Unsurprisingly, a load of cars have made their first stops

And a Grosjean fastest lap, because why not

"There's two men trying to stop Sebastian Vettel running away with the championship, and they're not doing a very good job of it" okay Brundle I will give you that one right.

[Lap 13]: Rosberg makes his first stop for hards.

[Lap 14]: and Seb makes his first stop, also for hards

The fact that Sutil is in P3, Team Silverstone baby!!!

[Lap 15]: Jev with tyre failure number 3 😭

The thing literally just exploded as we went through Stowe like... Pirelli I am in your walls

This race is legit the reason why I get anxiety every time I see one tyre failure bc my mind instantly goes back to the mess that was this race

[Lap 16]: And Safety Car. Likely for all the debris.

And honestly this race still pisses me off bc all the drivers were told to stay off the kerbs, but maybe Pirelli should have made better tyres in the first place

[Lap 17]: Adrian Newey with his head in his hands, a colossal mood

Anyway, soapbox away for now. Lewis is up into P14.

[Lap 18]: oooh internal SC cam. Bernd Maylander my forever Driver of the Day.

Cut to another Pirelli man in the Merc garage 👁️👄👁️

the TV director had a lot of fun with that, I can imagine

[Lap 19]: And also big shoutout to the marshals at the time for picking up all the little bits of debris in such record time.

"It's been a bit busy the past few laps" NO SHIT ROCKY

[Lap 20]: and a lap later he's calling out Seb for his fuel usage 😭

I can very easily see why I only remember the tyre failures from this race bc the replays of all the incidents are not fun

oh damn they even sent the track sweepers onto the circuit to clean up the mess

[Lap 21]: SC in this lap

stresssssss

(not bc I fear Seb losing the lead, bc I fear more carnage)

and off Seb goes!

casually just leaving Rosberg for dust

[Lap 22]: oh damn Perez got Webber on the outside of Abbey

...and Webber gets the place back

cut to Lewis driving on the kerbs at Maggots and Becketts, is2g

worth noting that not single driver has listened to their engineers when it comes to avoiding the kerbs. They are all menaces to society.

[Lap 24]: But he did get past Gutierrez going into Copse so... that was sexy I'll allow it

[Lap 27]: Somehow, Sutil is still in P3

the absolute scenes of it all

Seb's gap over Rosberg up to 3.3 seconds, that's my boy!!!

[Lap 28]: Dan passes Grosjean for P6!!

Another piece of debris on the track oh my fucking god

this race is almost causing me physical pain, maybe I had a point when I passed out watching this at the time

Okay apparently Gutierrez just trashed one of the break marker boards everyone's tyres are thankfully fine

[Lap 30]: Alonso makes his second (?) stop

[Lap 31]: oh shit Rosberg is 1.5 seconds faster than Seb???

don't tell me the DNF is coming sooner rather than later

I mean, I know it's coming, but still. This race has been too much.

[Lap 32]: Lewis up to P9... because of cars ahead making stops :(

It's okay bud you win the race a year later and do very iconic things you're all good

[Lap 35]: Rosberg pits again, I have lost track of the number of stops everyone's done ngl

At this point I just want everyone (excluding Seb's incoming DNF) to make it to the end of the race with all four tyres on their cars 😭

[Lap 36]: And Seb pits

while Webber got past Alonso for P4

[Lap 37]: Jenson up into P11

And Lewis into the pits again, he comes out in P11 so he could still get some points

okay this battle with Di Resta is actually really good, annoying that Lewis is down in P12 though

[Lap 38]: aaaaand he takes back P11 going through turn 4 *chef's kiss*

[Lap 39]: pls don't cut to a dejected Jev I am very emotionally fragile bc of this dumb race

[Lap 41]: *Lewis back into the points klaxon*

and there's Seb going slowly 😭

[Lap 42]: sounds like a gearbox failure

and Safety Car bc his car stopped on the main straight

p a i n

I have been personally victimised by the British Grand Prix of 2013

on the plus side at least Seb didn't have a long run to get back to the RBR garage 🥲

[Lap 43]: And Rosberg and Webber make their third (?) stops

[Lap 44]: Cut to Vivian, with some very on brand Petronas teal nail polish.

Okay so mainly recapping the running order for myself bc there has been too much going on: Rosberg leads from Raikkonen, Sutil, Dan, Webber, Perez, Jenson, Alonso, Lewis and Grosjean make up the top 10.

This has been a Motor Race™️

[Lap 45]: And off Nico goes!

[Lap 46]: Webber and Lewis both up a place at the restart

as is Fernando

jesus fucking christ there goes Perez's tyre

Pirelli you owe me emotional damages

[Lap 47]: Meanwhile Webber just shot up into P3

and Lewis is into P7!

[Lap 48]: or make that P6

worth noting that Lotus didn't pit Raikkonen under the SC, as Webber takes P2 going through Copse.

[Lap 49]: Lewis into P5!!!!!

this race has legit been batshit insane

[Lap 50]: Rosberg fastest lap, he has a 1.4 second lead over Webber

I should add we have three laps left

And Alonso takes P3

[Lap 51]: aaand Webber fastest lap

love me some fastest lap ping pong

Lewis P4!!!!!!!!!!

He had pole, dropped to last after his tyre failure, and goated his way back to P4. That's they they named the start-finish straight after him folks

[Lap 52]: Last lap. I am exhausted.

Rosberg has a 9 tenths lead so he's good

[Finish]: And Monaco Man wins the British GP!!!

Webber P2, Alonso P3, Lewis P4, Raikkonen P5, Massa P6, Sutil P7, Dan P8, Di Resta P9 and Hulkenberg P10.

My god, those last 10-ish laps combined with everything that happened beforehand... I need a lie down. Pirelli will be meeting my fists and paying my emotional damages even though it's been 10 years since the race.

Next race - Germany!

[aprillikesthings]

so

one of the hilarious things about skipping around so much, is that netflix often just starts up wherever you left off on any given episode

which ends up unintentionally funny as fuck to me because of how often it becomes obvious which scene I was watching when I decided I was done for the night

because when I do this I often will just rewatch my fave bits of specific episodes

HAHH anyway:

yeah I know exactly what I giggling over and rewatching a dozen times in a row the last time I watched that episode ahaha

also I know I've pointed this out before but it's always a bit surreal to spend so much time reading fics where they're happy and/or fucking constantly and then go back to watching parts of the show where they're fighting

I end up feeling like this post a lot:

which is like, five seconds after the screenshot up there actually

also cackling at myself bc somehow the first screenshots on these posts are nearly always Catra because of course they are

ANYWAY actually I was going to watch the sea-gate episode in part bc I don't think I have since my all-the-way-through rewatch last winter?

SIDE NOTE I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE I have never liked the intro/theme song, I skip it every single time except to look for all the stuff they changed repeatedly in s5

but I do like the actual like five-second thing at the start of every episode with the sparkly effect on the Netflix logo and the First Ones illustration that turns into She-Ra

the little sword noise! the rainbows! it's very cool and also Pavlovian at this point probably pfft

YEAH WE'RE WATCHING SOME GAY SHIT WOO LET'S GO

"retired" lol they really had to scramble to figure out why all the other kids/teenagers were rulers of their lands and I think it works better when they don't even mention what happened to their parents

also Bow looks like he's gonna pass out asleep

is the creature doing a sexy dance or

adora it's rude to stare

LOL at Glimmer's face

there she is <3 she's so cute aaahhh

oh right this is when we meet Scorpia nice

lolol

Mal every time I pick him up

okay i gotta take less screenshots

bb

eehhehhheheh she realizes Adora's there (I mean she was sent to find her but still)

pfft

LOLOL sorry but they look so silly

oh god the whole conversation is just Catra taunting her like "oooh look I made force captain" and Adora's like "meh" and Catra looks so pouty

"C'mon Adora, hasn't this gone on long enough?" like she was JUST threatening her and now she's like...okay she's clearly still TRYING to go for taunting but the tone in her voice is literally just like 'plz come home' and she even looks sad

and yes I know she's ...mostly just trying to manipulate Adora. doesn't mean she doesn't also mean some of it.

bc yeah Adora's eyes lose that glowing thing and she finally looks at Catra ;_;

Anyway that's when Adora's like "no? I'm not going back" and Catra gets pissed and attacks her and scratches her face (not that badly, compared to later fights, honestly; is she pulling her punches??)

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

BAHAHAH that's the moment I've been waiting for this whole episode

(not "left the Horde," "left me," I'm fine I'm fine sorry)

(no wait i'm not done--she'd been trying to fix the Sea Gate earlier and not having any luck, the team on the Horde ship damages it far worse, and then after she fights with Catra, Adora's able to fix it in like five seconds. I'M FINE.)

this is still funny

but also she's openly staring at Adora and friends, then it cuts to this:

yeah thats....gotta sting. tbh.

and then back to Catra

Mermista joins the Princess Alliance, Sea Hawk and Bow sing a shanty, end of episode

anyway should I change my discord pfp to this

look at her. literally a wet cat with sad ears looking at the love of her life being happy with other people after they defeated her. poor thing.

Can’t wait to engage in one of my fave midnight hobbies: get high as balls and rewatch bits of She-Ra and sometimes post screenshots with overemotional/horny captions

[thelastspeecher]

so I looked it up and one of the main causes of vivid dreams is anxiety

and I stopped having so many vivid dreams (definitely stopped having so many WILD dreams) around the same time I went on my anti-anxiety meds

so uh.  huh.  maybe there’s a connection there.  despite the fact that one of the listed side effects of my meds is vivid dreaming.

[chvnnie]

hi hi hard hanji thought based on this pic bc my brain acc basically stopped working when i saw it but anyways imagine being out with han (bf!han) at some event and idk u do sth to piss him off (on purpose) somehow and he just gives u that glare and when u get home basically fucks ur brains out😵‍💫 (for anything in between my mind literally went blank i’m sorry TT) qjrxdgvdh i feel like this is such an awkward ask/request (???) bc the thought is so incomplete and basic and i cannot put it in words properly at all but anyways i hope it makes sense :p

also since i’m already writing this i felt like i should mention that i love ur writing sm it’s so good!!!!

i just want to personally thank you for sending this in and being so patient with me as i wrote this. i...popped off a bit. oops-

Strawberry Lipgloss

han jisung x reader

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: hard/mean dom!jisung, bratty sub!reader, marking, possessive reader AND jisung, mentions of oral (m/f receiving), teasing, mentions of food and alcohol, public teasing, bondage, impact play (jisung's hand, no toys involved), humiliation and degradation - not CRAZY but elements are there, unprotected sex (how about we don't irl), choking, creampie, jisung being super SUPER M E A N but also the sweetest bf ever. i think that's it? if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everyone benefits from making jisung angry.

a/n: hi all! i'm so sorry i've been kinda mia recently. i've been really sick and have started a new job, and have been a teeny bit overwhelmed. i hope to become more active as i start to feel better.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme

There were a multitude of reasons why you loved Jisung. Some were small, like the way he rubs his eyes when he’s sleepy, trying to get his watery, tired eyes to wake up. Some were big, like the way he knows exactly how to comfort you when the world becomes too much. It was a never ending list, extending daily to add the new little things that make you fall head over heels for him again and again.

But something you really loved, even though slightly unconventional, was how easy it was to rile your boyfriend up. It was almost effortless (the thought of you in his dress shirt still gives him a semi if he thinks about it too long), something easy to do that always gave you exactly what you wanted.

Key word: almost.

Because today, it was almost impossible to do so, no matter how hard you tried.

Your attempts started early in the morning. Neither of you had alarms set, the only thing you had to do that day in the late evening, so you had plenty of time to spend together in bed. Your eyes felt a little heavy as you opened them up, body wiggling to stretch the sleep out as you emerged from slumber. It was earlier than you would like - clock reading just past 8:00 - but now that you were up, it was impossible to fall back asleep.

Rolling over in the cotton sheets, you find the body you had moved away from in your sleep. Jisung laid flat on his back, brown hair a cloud of staticky fluff on the white pillowcase. His lips were parted, letting everything from little snores to drool dribble out. The duvet sat low on his chest, bare skin glowing in the sunlight that was breaking through the closed curtains. He was the picture of a peace right now; breathing even and eyelids twitching with dreams. It was such a sweet sight.

Too bad you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Instead your eyes fell to the dark marks left across his collarbones. Freshly made, they had turned purple overnight and looked so pretty peppered across his skin. You didn’t even notice that you were biting down on him at first. It wasn’t until Jisung groaned out, head rolling back as you began to bounce harder on his dick.

“Fuck, I love when you bite me like that.” Nails dug into your hips as he leaned back in his desk chair, moaning into the empty studio. 

His words only spurred you to bite him more. To mark him up and claim him as yours, as if there were any question as to who Jisung “belonged” to. 

You curled into his side, kissing his shoulder lazily as you got comfortable. Still sleeping, his lifts his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you in so you’re flush to his body. He mumbles a bit before falling silent again, the only sound his deep breaths. 

Almost envious of his ability to sleep so heavy, you began to trace the ridges of his chest that weren’t tucked under the covers. You took your time, covering every inch of exposed skin before moving up to the small bruises. His collarbones were already his weak spot, and now with the added bruises, they were much more sensitive. Just the soft brush of your fingertips made your sleeping boyfriend moan lowly, shifting slightly as he began to stir.

You really should let him sleep. It’s going to be such a long day, it’s almost unfair to wake him up.

But the ache between your legs still made you shake, muscles worn out and begging for more. If you had to suffer, so did he. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Mutual suffering?

A few more strokes to his collarbones and Jisung began to wake, grunting softly as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were narrowed with confusion and exhaustion, hands clenched into fists as he rubbed them.

“What time is it?” His voice was low, raspy with sleep and lack of use. You always thought he sounded prettier in the mornings, the fire in your core sparking happily at his tone.

“About 8:15.” You whisper, moving your hand down his chest. This time you slipped under the covers, drawing a line with your fingertips all the way to his belly button before following it back up. “You sleep okay?”

He mumbled a yes, dropping his hands back to his side. “‘M still a little sleepy.”

Pouting, you apologize softly, daring to cover more of his torso with your hand. It had to be obvious what you wanted; even with sleep lingering in his mind, Jisung had to know that you wanted him. That you needed a remedy to the soreness in your inner thighs. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” You ask, giving him an out if he wanted to take it. 

When he shook his head, your heart leaped into your throat, pounding like it was going to escape. Up and all yours now, your mind began to wander with thoughts of where the morning to go. Maybe Jisung would let you give him head, his fingers tangled in your hair as you lazily pleased him with your tongue. Maybe he’ll give you head, a tight grip on your outer thighs to keep you against his face. Maybe-

“I really need to work on a project.” He says, rolling on his side as he pushes himself out of bed. “Especially since we have that dinner tonight.”

You’re a little stunned; Jisung never willingly gets out of bed this early in the morning. You thought the odds were in your favor, the early hour and teasing seemed like the perfect equation for some lazy morning sex. Seeing your boyfriend stretch his arms up, waking himself up more, made your heart return to its normal spot. A slight disappointment filled your chest at the rejection. You know he knew what you were thinking - the bump in his boxer briefs were evidence enough - and he indirectly told you no. Usually the slight teasing would be enough. Usually his resolve would break without you really having to try.

“I’m going to hop in the shower and order breakfast. What do you want?”

You were actually going to have to put in work today. “Can I shower with you?”

The loving smile on his face made you feel warm and fuzzy. A large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he looked down at you fondly. You nuzzle into his hand, turning slightly so your lips could brush against the palm of it.

“You really should rest, baby.” His tone had a hint of amusement. “We have a big day today.”

Jisung left no room for argument, removing the hand from your face and making his way to the en-suite bathroom, leaving you stunned.

The rest of the day was filled with similar rejections; he really had to finish this track, the phone call with Chan was going on longer than he expected, Felix just really wanted to play games right now. By the afternoon, he had a slight smirk with every excuse, dismissing your efforts before you really even tried. It was becoming obvious that, just like you were setting out to tease him, he was doing the same to you. Before you knew it, it had become a competition: who could push the other to their breaking point first?

And fuck, you were determined to win.

You sat in the passenger seat of Jisung’s car, legs pulled up and tucked under you. The last three attempts to throw him off left you feeling defeated, debating on giving up and begging him for what you want. 

His hand nudged your knee, slipping in between your pressed together legs. It rested on your lower thigh, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, love?”

Locking your phone, you slipped it into the cup holder before giving your boyfriend your attention. He looked fucking good. A crisp, white dress shirt tucked into tight black slacks, the top few buttons undone and exposing the skin there. His jacket was thrown into the backseat, waiting to be worn once the two of you finally arrived. Your lips parted, a response on the tip of your tongue when you noticed something.

The way the collar of his shirt fell, with the buttons popped open, gave a peek of purple skin. Of faded bite marks.

And then you saw his grin. Wide, wolffish, reveling in his win. 

“You’re not playing fair.” You said with a huff, pushing his hand off of you. 

Jisung chuckles, bringing the banished hand to the steering wheel. That stupid fucking grin on his face just pisses you off more. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a new determination sparking in your lower belly. There was no way you were giving up now. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you. 

//

You really pissed him off this time.

Like, seriously. You’ve never seen your boyfriend so angry, eyes so dark the flame behind them isn’t even visible. His tongue was pushed against the inside of his cheek, and by the way his jaw was clenched, you could guess he was biting down on the muscle as well.

He was mad. Madder than mad - he was livid. Furious. Irate. Whatever word you wanted to use to express his anger, it wasn’t strong enough.

And god, that made you so giddy, you were practically bouncing out of your seat. 

Dinner started off fine — an unspoken peace as the competition was put on hold for the time being. You were there to celebrate Seungmin’s engagement, not to tease each other to the point of breaking. It was such an important event, you were willing to put everything on hold for your friend.

But Jisung haaaaaad to open his damn mouth.

The two of you sat at the edge of the large table, the champagne bottle making its way down. Finally arriving at your end, Jisung takes the bottle from Minho, shifting in his seat to pour your glass first. Maybe it was the way he was angled, maybe it was the lack of coverage, but more the marks you made began to show.

Minho chuckles softly, only loud enough for the three of you to hear. “Long night?”

Jisung looked up at his friend quizzically as he moved to fill his glass. “What?” With a nod of his head, your boyfriend’s attention was brought down to his upper chest. You hated the way his head popped back up, giving you that stupid fucking grin again before looking back at his friend. “More like afternoon.”

It really wasn’t much, just a suggestive statement that made Minho roll his eyes and scrunch his nose, but it was enough to make up your mind. Fuck the “truce”. You never liked to play fair anyway.

Slow and steady wins the race. Or rather, soft and gentle strokes to the inside of your boyfriend’s thighs add kindle to the smoldering fire in his core. Resting your head on his shoulder, it appears as if you’re just being affectionate. Jisung takes it that way, even turning to place a kiss on the tip of your head. Then your strokes slow down, inching higher and higher up his leg. Right as your touch barely brushed his crotch, he grabs your hand and forcefully puts it in your own lap.

“Not here.” He whispers, giving you a warning glance through the corners of his eyes. The unamusement in his stare couldn’t be more evident.

Jisung was blissfully unaware that he just gave you exactly what you wanted. The seed of annoyance was planted, and all you had to do was water it. 

Between the meal itself and dessert, you succeeded in making him progressively more annoyed. The fact that his friends were all close by, and could potentially witness what you’re doing, helped the plant bloom. There was just one more thing you needed to do to set him off completely. 

You slipped away to the bathroom without even being noticed, back less than five minutes later. The dessert had made it to the table, yours sitting untouched while Jisung was slowly savoring his chocolate cake.

“Good?” You ask as you slid back into your seat.

Jisung nods, eyes sparkling with delight from the deliciousness of his dessert. “So good. Do you want a-“

His offer was cut short by you not-so-subtly dropping your black lace panties in his lap. Right in the middle of his chewing. Right in front of the entire party, who just happened to not be looking in your direction.

Jisung didn’t finish his dessert.

The second the check was paid, he was grabbing you by the wrist, throwing a pathetic excuse to his friends as to why you were leaving early. It didn’t take a detective to figure out why he was all but dragging you out of the restaurant. His anger has to be taken out somehow, why not on the person who caused it?

Not a word was spoken the entire thirty minute car ride. Jisung had an iron grip on the wheel, pressing down on the accelerator to up the speed. He didn’t once look at you, to focused on getting fuck home and getting you the fuck out of that dress.

The second the car was parked in the garage, he reached across the console to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you over so his lips could crash against your own. The kiss is aggressive, his tongue forcing your lips to part to slide inside your mouth. Jisung swallows the soft moans you make, nails digging into your neck as he messily devours you.

He breaks the kiss with a pop, lips swelling a bit and stained with your strawberry lip gloss. “To the bedroom. Now.” Voice gruff, the tone was scary enough for you to scramble out of the car, rushing to get inside as quickly as possible.

You’re stripping in the hallway, a trail of items leading through the house to the bedroom. As giddy as you were that you fucking won, the idea of making him angrier sent a cold chill down your spine. 

When you get to the bedroom, you’re dressed only in your bra and panties, falling to your knees on the hardwood floor. You’re facing the door, ready to wait for as long as you need to for him. Waiting for hours seemed very doable when waiting for your well deserved prize.

But, luckily for you, the drive (and your attitude) took all of Jisung’s patience. Less than forty-five seconds on your knees and the door busts open. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned now, belt wrapped around his balled fist.

Oh.

Making him angrier wasn’t even an option. He was past the point of return.

The hand that isn’t holding the belt quickly finds your hair, fisting it as he pulls you up. “Do you think you’re fucking funny? Messing with me like that in public? In front of my friends?” Jisung drags you a short distance to the bed, manhandling you until you’re lying flat on your stomach. You feel your legs shaking already — not from his words, not from the rough way he moved you around. But from the even tone of his voice, no louder than his speaking tone.

Jisung’s not yelling. Jisung seems very composed.

That’s terrifying in the best possible way.

“I asked you a question.” He growls, grabbing your wrist and bringing them behind your back. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes.” You say, and the way your voice is already a bit shaky makes Jisung even more determined to break you. “Yes, I thought it was funny.”

He hums, and you feel the cool leather of his belt wrap around your wrist. Tugging tightly, he binds your hand with the belt. “Are you sorry?”

You know it’s a trick question, one set up for you to fail. Say yes, and he thinks you’re lying and punishes you. Say no, and he’ll punish you. It’s a lose/lose for you — no matter what is said, the end result is exactly the same.

Thinking it’ll lessen the punishment: “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir.”

As expected, Jisung chuckles, grabbing onto your bindings for support as he roughly slams a palm to your right ass cheek. “I don’t believe you.” Another slap, harder than the first. “You’ve been playing your stupid little game all day-“

“So were you!”

The third slap echos, sound bouncing around the bedroom. Already your skin is tingling. “The only thing I should hear are your begs for forgiveness. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.”

You really thought you didn’t want to piss him off more. That there was a line you didn’t want to cross with him today. But that went out the window fairly quickly. You stomp your foot defiantly, and when he looks up at your turned head, you stick your tongue out at him.

It was a mistake, but a great one.

He strikes down again. And again. And again, all on the same side until you’re squirming up the bed. Then he moves to the other, hits heavier than the ones before that. You tried to keep a tally of how many slaps to the ass you had taken, but you quickly lost it. He was speeding up, determined to make you feel his anger. You were doomed from the moment you decided to play today.

Jisung didn’t stop until your mouth was parted, jaw hanging and tears pricking your water line. His hand was vibrating, the strength he put behind the impact surprising even him.

“Are you sorry now?” 

You nod your head quickly, lips trembling as the first tear fell from your eyes. “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so fucking sorry-“

Fisting your hair yet again, he pulls your head up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. His face is close to yours, watching the steady stream of tears roll down your cheek. You feel small under his gaze, eyes shutting to try and hide from it.

Your face felt wet. And not from your tears.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find Jisung licking your tears away. His tongue followed the trail of tears, cleaning both sides of your face and catching the new ones that broke.

“Good.” He whispers before pressing a kiss to your flush cheeks, the leftover lipgloss sticking to your sweaty skin. “You should be.”

He drops your head, smiling at the way it bounced a little on the mattress. You can’t see what he’s doing, but can feel it in the way he rips your panties off, kicking your ankles to spread your legs. You feel it in the way the head of his cock runs through your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“This wet? From a few spanks?” He scoffs, the way you shrink in embarrassment only serving to make his cock throb. “That's pathetic.”

You want to snap back, to put up a fight, but every last instinct to argue leaves your body as Jisung forcefully thrusts inside you. He only goes about halfway before pulling back out, setting a shallow but rough pace right off the bat.

The slight stretch makes you hiss, but the way he glides so easily in and out of you feels absolutely incredible. 

Incredible, but not nearly enough. 

The need to be full of him takes over, making a new fight build up in your chest. Though your eyes are still watering, and you’re a little shaky, you muster the last bit of boldness you have to speak up.

“Is this really all you’ve got?” You huff out, trying to hide the unsteadiness in your voice. “That’s pathetic.”

Jisung stills, cock only a third of the way inside of you. For a brief moment, you worry that you’ve done too much. That you’ve pushed him too far.

Then he’s hauling you up, pressing your back against his chest with a hand closing around your throat. The swallow thrusts become deep, the rough pace becoming damn near animalistic. He’s deeper than you think he’s ever been, hitting parts of you that you didn’t think existed.

Pissing Jisung off was never a mistake when this was the outcome.

“I’ve fucking had it with you.” He hisses in your ear, words barely audible over the beautiful melody of your full moans and his skin hitting yours. “With you, and your bratty fucking attitude.”

The hand around your throat tightens, making your eyes flutter shut. Yellow stars bounce around, the fullness you feel is mouthwatering. You feel the drool roll off your lips, down your chin and pool on Jisung’s hand. 

It’s everything. It’s the feeling of being filled to the birm, the constriction of his hand around your throat, the tip of his cock abusing your sweet spot. It’s Jisung. It’s all making you dumb, vocabulary leaving your head as the only thing you can do is pant and moan and cry out his name.

“J-Jisung.” You moan out, hands wrapping around the wrist that’s choking you. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin makes him hiss; lifting his knee up and resting it on the bed to pound into you even harder.

“Say it again.” If you weren’t near incoherent, you would hear how unstable his voice has gotten. Less commanding and more whiny, the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“Jisung.” 

“Who?” His voice is close to a yell, rivaling your moans in volume.

“Jisung! You, fuck-fucking you, Jisung!” You’re screaming, throat raw from how loud you’ve begun to shout his name. 

Using the hand around your throat, he turns your head and kisses you. It’s nothing but tongue and teeth, a sloppy mess that rivals his thrusts. He feels your walls fluttering around him, but can’t slow down. Won’t slow down. Both of your highs as rapid as his pace.

What pushes Jisung over the edge is when his tongue moves across your bottom lip. He can taste your tears, your drool.

Your strawberry lip gloss.

With a deep moan of your name, Jisung cums first. It’s hard and plenty, the amount of warm cum spurting inside you so hard, almost making him lose balance. Your climax hits shortly after, just as much of a mess as his. The feeling of his release, mixed with yourself, is dizzying.

The hand on your throat moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a softer kiss as Jisung pulls out of you. Immediately, your legs start trembling, unable to hold yourself up without his assistance.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, affirming his statement with another soft kiss. “I love you so much, baby.”

You tiredly smile, letting Jisung pepper sweet kisses across your tear stained face. It’s incredible how quickly his persona changes — once the mean, hard dom, now the loving, gentle boy you fell in love with.

“I love you.” You mumble, relishing the way his lips feel on your face.

There were a multitude of reasons why Jisung loved you. Some were small, like the endearing way you leave your socks lying around the house. Some were big, like the way you squeeze his hand gently when he’s starting to get overwhelmed in public, a reminder that you’re always there for him. It was a never ending list, new things being tacked on as he falls deeper in love with you.

But Jisung really loves the way you challenge him, always ready to fight him for what you want. And today was the perfect example.

©: chvnnie 2022

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Ahhhhh here it is!!!! Sorry for taking a bit on this one, I had HUGE brainrot abt this and I wanted to make it good!! Anyways, I'm starting up fairy Bakugou x witch! Reader headcanons, so there's that to wait for now lol

I hope you enjoy this one sweets!

Soft mafia! Bakugou x reader headcanons

[Edited...kinda]

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-Bakugou Katusuki is one of the more famous people in the fashion industry. He has his own magazine company, Inferno de louvre. He is charming and suave, professional as ever. Behind the curtain, however, he is a ruthless but still professional, mob boss!

- but the only person he wouldn't DARE lay a finger on, is you. His doll. His baby. His lover.

- you two met in a small Cafe. Bakugou was taking break while you were studying for an upcoming exam. (You're in uni btw lol)

- you had noticed a slender, fantastic man come in through the doors of the Cafe and he noticed you too.

-even though you both knew nothing about eachother, Bakugou felt intrigued by your mystery and came up to your table and asked you a simple question.

- "this seat taken doll?" He asked smoothly.

-that was the best decision he made in his life. After a few dates, you two got together and my God, is it wonderful!

- once you two get into a relationship, get READY for a shit ton of gifts. Very expensive gifts as well.

-bakugou has never really had a relationship like yours and to be honest, he's quite intimidated by it because he's scared about how he'll perform in the relationship. So, to express his emotions of love to you, he gives you gifts.

-you did find them quite charming and spectacular but he figured out later that just going on a simple walk through the park, with make you happy and later on in the relationship, he sort of chills out on the gifts, but still from time to time  you may see a valuable necklace on your desk with a small note saying,

- thought of  you when I saw this. Gorgeous and radiant, but not as attractive as you, love ~♡

- butterflies. Chills. Mush. What did you do to get this man?

- sometimes, he gets real stressed from work and a tight schedule, which will lead to him having just a bit of stubble from not having enough time to shave.

- before, he hated this. He thought it made him disheveled and non professional, but after you came into his life, he came to love whenever he would have stubble.

- you would put your hands on his face and softly drag your fingers against the rough surface, cooing at him abut how pretty he looks with stubble and that he should shave less often.

- *insert blushy bakubabes*

- also after work when bakugou comes home, you just have dinner ready for him and afterwards you take care of any wounds that he may have (until after you've heard all of his protests about how he's fine but wincing when you poke the healing bullet wound from last time. Just let me clean the wound, Katsuki.).

- Then you put a nice bath for him and massage any sore spots he has. (Bc being a boss is hard)Then you both lay on your king size bed and watch movies while you two cuddle and fall asleep in eachothers arms, safe and sound.

- usually, Bakugou sometimes comes home with a new wound from a fight or whatnot and you're fine with that, but when he fights for "your honor"

- he better be ready for you to chew him out on fighting a random stranger just because he called you a slut for being with Bakugou.

-sure, you were okay with bakugou just talking to him abt it, BUT NOT START A HUGE FIST FIGHT OVER IT AND OH MY GOD KATSUKI HE HAS A KNIFE AND-

-intro to you bandaging up bakugous side, all bloody and messy, while screeching in his ear about how he could've gotten killed, you shouldn't have done that, you would've been fine, AND DO YOU HAVE TO FIGHT EVERYONE????

- after the ranting and you two have claimed down, bakugou spends all day reassuring you and apologising (bc you're still pissed abt it) and cooking your favorite dish as an apology. (You forgave him with a smooch)

- back to the beggining, Bakugou is in the fashion industry, his parents were, so why shouldn't he? Baugou was always into fashion, judging people's outfits with his mother behind their backs on outings, observing his father working on a new line, and overall, his life was full of fashion.

- with that, he also has developed a very tight knit style that made him look professional, but at the same time hot as fuck.

- with his work in clothing, while working on a new outfit, he would sometimes think of you in them, blush and smile at him while raving about it

- "Oh how beautiful this looks, Katsuki! I love it so dearly!!!"

-he would always blush at that thought, how beautiful you would look in all of those outfits and you would outshine even his best models. He's so lucky to have such a beautiful person like you♡

- and it's similar to when he's putting on an outfit for yourself! When he would look in the mirror and check himself out, his mind will always go to you. What will you think of it? will you like it?

-and you always do, when he comes into your work unexpectedly and you take your first look at him.

- without fail, he would always take your breath away and you would always compliment him

-"Damn baby you look so good!!"  "So pretty" "you look gorgeous"

-and always, it made his heart explode with happiness and pride.

-But his heart always exploded whenever he got to see you♡♡