#i was like mmmm no this doesn't feel right to my soul.

[chunkecheeks]

name redacted but. first like month or so of the relationship was normal and then they started venting to me like hardcore CONSTANTLY. everyday. and if i wasn't being helpful enough to them with like advice or whatever they'd start saying shit like "i thought you loved me. i guess not." and then implying they were gonna off themself 😭

obviously that dragged my mental health into the abyss and i was like hey man i'm not doing good i really cannot help you with your venting rn you're going to have to give me a bit to fix my own shit. and they were like okay. but then would constantly come to me like are you better now? can we talk about things now? and i would be like no man, i'm still doing really bad. and they were like but this worked so well for us earlier :( and i had to be like no it worked well for YOU not for me it's actually causing me much undo stress. and they just would nooooooot stop harping on it like this was the biggest dealbreaker in the relationship that they couldn't vent to me anymore so i broke up with them and they begged me to be friends still and i was like yeah okay.

and then like a day later they sent me this longass letter typed up in word document that was all about how i broke their trust and how i needed to work really hard to build the trust back up if we wanted to be friends and how they were still in love with me and wanted us to end up together ultimately and i went HUH?!?!?! and was like okay no we can't be friends. i'm going to block you now because you can't be normal about boundaries. and i thought that was it until like 5 months later they were trying to get some letter to me through my friend which was a fucking batshit move and i'm pretty sure they were like watching my blog 😭

ANYWAYS cut to 2 years later i'm scrolling tumblr and i see a callout post and i see the name and i go huh funny they have the same name as my ex (very specific name) and i kept scrolling and reading it and it was a callout post for this person for grooming and zoophilia and then i get to the end AND THERE'S A PHOTO OF MY EX. IT WAS THEM. I WAS LIKE HUH???????? bc the entire relationship they were like. virulently against this stuff like made that very very clear on both the pedophilia and zoophile aspects so idk what happened in 2 years but clearly a lot!!

anyways i was already glad i got out of that relationship but after all that i was like oh that was god looking out for me there. i didn't just escape a burning building i escaped a sinkhole that sucked the whole building down into an abyss

at some pointi do have to tell y'all everything that happened with my ex. boy isnt that a weird fucking story. and i'm fairly certain they're not watching me anymore so i'm probably safe

[theoceansluvr]

Connor Stoll x Reader Alphabet

warnings; nothing ! author's note; THANK YOU SM TO THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS !! literally haven't felt like writing much so this helped a lot :D credits to this lovely person for the template <9

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

‹𝟹 dear gods he's so affectionate. like always holding your hand or having his arm tossed over your shoulders !

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

‹𝟹 the friendship probably started because he used that zapping gum on you when you first arrived at camp, y'all know the one. you then pranked him back because he's literally in your cabin how could you not ? pulling pranks on Chiron and Mr. D🗣️🗣️ i will not be silenced on this one either !! definitely the kind of friend to laugh at you when you fall then help you up

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

‹𝟹 LIVES for your head on his chest ! doesn't matter how hot it is outside, if his siblings are in the cabin, you WILL be bear hugged and tackled onto the bed if has anything to do with it ! also likes just.. falling on top of you ? like he's laying on your back. (does this make sense y'all pls tell if it doesn't T^T) he likes being super close to you is all, doesn't matter how

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

‹𝟹 can't cook to save his life but is a pretty good cleaner since the Hermes cabin probably needs.. more than a good cleaning before cabin checks- I feel like because of the fact most demigods don't make it to adulthood, he doesn't really think about the future much and just lives in the moment y'know ?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

‹𝟹 oh he's absolutely gutted. he a huge communicator so if you had to break up it was absolutely something serious. like REALLY serious.. he'd probably just sit down with you on the dock or something and talk it out with you. i feel like it would more than likely a mutual thing because of the reason why i think he'd break up with somebody

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

‹𝟹 like i said, doesn't think too fast about the future or marriage but definitely makes jokes about the two of you getting married at some point ! demigods usually have fast paced lives so he definitely is a commitment guy, plus he's still not over being betrayed by his brother(in my soul) so he likes to know you're there for the long run !

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

‹𝟹 physically, his touch is super energized but still soft. emotionally, he would rather take a dip in the Styx than say anything rude to you. sure he's a big tease, but never with anything that could actually hurt your feelings

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

‹𝟹 BIGGGGV HUGGER !!! will tone down if you don't like them but he heavily enjoys hugging you whenever he sees you. in the middle of the lawn ? hugging you. coming back from a quest ? hugged. literally just left to use the bathroom or smth ? you guessed it, hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

‹𝟹 mmmm probably 3-4 months in ? nothing too wild i don't think ! it was probably really out of nowhere too like you guys were just sitting around doing whatever and he just blurts it out

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

‹𝟹 i really don't see him as a jealous person im going to be completely honest. if someone is hitting on you he's like "omg i know right ! that's why we're dating, aren't they so cool ?" and moves on with his life. in the incredibly rare situation he is jealous, he probably just marks them on his list of people whose shirts he has to put a bug in

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

‹𝟹 he likes to do temple kisses or very rushed ones ! usually rushed because he's running from some camper he messed with or because he can't sit still to save his life. really liked getting forehead kisses or kisses on the cheek, it makes him feel special !

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

‹𝟹 when i tell you kids love Connor, i mean it. he's like the cool uncle that gets you stuff your parents won't and teaches you how to play basketball or something but completely trashes you in a game.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

‹𝟹 he definitely sneaks over to you cabin table during breakfast because 1. cabin 11's table is way too crowded and 2. how could he possibly pass up time with you ? he attempts to make his schedule sort of match yours, but usually Chiron splits you two up when he takes notice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

‹𝟹 my millionth time saying this but STARGAZING ! he definitely knows a crazy amount of constellations just for fun, so if he can see one he'll point it out to you. nights also involve sneaking into each other's cabins without getting caught. if you're on Mr. D's good side aka one of his kids, he'll look at Connor funny but let y'all do whatever. if you're anyone else, you're getting scolded and split back up

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

‹𝟹 Connor will drop little pieces of his life here and there if it isn't anything major like the whole Luke situation. if you weren't at camp during that time it definitely takes him a good 7-8 months to tell you about it, maybe longer. everything else he's a pretty open book about

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

‹𝟹 not easily angered at all actually. much like the break-up one, it takes a lot to get this man to crack, so insulting his family or anything to that extreme is really the only way to tick him off

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

‹𝟹 REMEMBERS EVERY. SINGLE. THING. he basically has a whole novel on everything you've ever said to him from your favorite color to the name of your fish when you when you were a kid. like if you tell him the name of some obscure show you liked as a kid before camp, he'll bring it up randomly from time to time. this boy has the littlest, most unnecessary details about you memorized it's actually fascinating

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

‹𝟹 when you first told him that you loved him ! now, based on how i personally view him, this could've went a number of different ways. but for the sake of my brain it was probably like that one scene in parks and recreation: "hey, i love you" "dude shut up ! that is awesome sauce :D" literally didn't acknowledge what you were saying and then frantically tried to apologize before giving up and just saying that he loved you too.. now it's an inside joke between the two of you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

‹𝟹 not overly protective unless you are actually in danger or being bothered by somebody. isn't an aggressive person but if need be he will shove somebody for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

‹𝟹 i like to think he's amazing at remembering dates and anniversaries, so the effort is there ! usually pretty simple because let's face it, there's not many dates to do when monsters are constantly around you. best giver in the world argue with a wall if you disagree,

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

‹𝟹 the person that spits out toothpaste and forgets to wash it out of the sink. talks over people on accident but it happens a little too often..

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

‹𝟹 not concerned at all actually- this boy's hair is a hot mess 24/7, 365, at a million percent. the only thing he slightly cares about is like.. his nails. but only because long nails get in the way of pranks sometimes

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

‹𝟹 yes and no. he can definitely live normally without you, but certain things just don't feel the same. like going to breakfast is weird if he doesn't get to steal some of your food or sneaking out of cabin 11 isn't as enjoyable if he can't stargaze with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

‹𝟹 SUPER BIG LEGO NERD !! i might have said this in my lil headcanon thing for him but he LOVES collecting Lego sets !!! especially the Star Wars ones but that's an entirely separate hc (him and Will talk about Star Wars all the time trust me)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

‹𝟹 choosing to go for a general dislike, he definitely doesn't like gardening. ironic really because he'll dig up dirt for a prank or two, but make him plant anything else and he's out. katie gardner has first hand experience with this little thing of his and was fed up with him the minute he started complaining

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

‹𝟹 the real question is, does he sleep ? he probably has the sleep schedule of a little kid left home alone without adult supervision. much to the hatred of Mr. D. however ! when he does sleep, he kicks. HARD. he tosses sheets and blankets and im pretty sure he's fallen off his bunk bed before and still didn't wake up- a very heavy sleeper to put it lightly. whenever you sleep with him you usually wake up to an arm across your chest and a leg over yours. and you can't move because even if he sleeps like a log, he'll know if you do, causing a chain reaction of you both being awake all night

I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD TO THE LOVELY PERSON THAT REQUESTED IT !!!

[perdvivly]

*me and the girlies at a sleepover* bubbliterally: Do you guys want some more icecream? k-simplex: That's so kind of you! perdvivly: I'd love some, thank you! bubbliterally: And some tea to go with? Hot and cold; yin and yang. Balance, you know? k-simplex: You are so wise bestie. perdvivly: I swear to god if you bust out the plain tea again I will cry. k-simplex: Plain tea? perdvivly: I'll tell you later. *bubbliterally serves the food and drink* bubbliterally: So, what do you guys think is the fundamental problem of human existence? perdvivly: Must there be only one? k-simplex: That's such a big question! bubbliterally: Well, no, but are you telling me you don't feel some problem, question, facet of human existence more keenly than all the rest? k-simplex: I think, if I had to choose, it'd be that we're essentially finite beings in what is an essentially infinite world. bubbliterally: Oooh, could you say more? k-simplex: Well. I want to like. Do things. But there are more things in the world than I can ever possibly do. More experiences than I can ever possibly have... It sounds silly. bubbliterally: It doesn't sound silly! If this is important to you, I want you to be able to share. This is a safe space. k-simplex: I guess it informs a lot of anxiety I have? That I know my time on earth is really limited and my choices are boundless, and there's this mismatch there. And I'm trying to get ahead of the curve, I'm doing a bunch of pyschoactive drugs and experiencing novel experiences but... I mean, deep down I know I'm not being graded on a curve. I know it doesn't matter whether or not I have more novel experiences than the average person, I'm falling incredibly short on an objective metric. I'm trying to say 'yes' to life, but there's so much of life you know? I'll never be able to say yes to it all. perdvivly: It's a mismatch between your imagination and your reality? What you think you could do and what you can actually do? k-simplex: Not really. Imagination is an unsatisfactory collage of experiential texture drawn from memory. Experience is genuine data. I'm not seeing myself miss out, I'm missing out. There are feeling tones I don't know about, that I can't imagine until I experience them. perdvivly: And what about the bad things? Do you want to experience them too? k-simmplex: Heartbreak, pain, longing, death... These are all profound experiences. I think they're meaningful too. I wouldn't want to say my life was complete until I'd experienced them so, yes, even the bad ones. perdvivly: And worms crawling up your urethra? You'd want to experience that too? bubbliterally: Viv, you're being kind of a dick right now. k-simplex is sharing something vulnerable. perdvivly: You're right, thank you for pointing it out. I'm sorry k-simplex. k-simplex: No, I mean, I take your point. But even if I limit myself to the "good experiences" I'm still falling way short of infinity. bubbliterally: Mmmm. You want to be large. To contain multitudes. k-simplex: Precisely. I don't want to die before I've lived. And I've only lived such a very small amount in the grand scheme of things. And... Like it or not. I'm dying. bubbliterally: I think I will choose to not like that. k-simplex: What about you Viv? perdvivly: Ah. Hedgehogs. Nothing you haven't heard before. I think it's probably something I talk too much about already. k-simplex: No, we're genuinely curious. Please share? perdvivly: Well, I guess it's something like the uncrossable gap between souls. k-simplex: The uncrossable gap between souls? What's that? bubbliterally: Could you say more? perdvivly: Sure. It's something like. Well it's what David Foster Wallace was pointing to when he wrote "How odd I can have all of this inside me and to you it's just words". *bubbliterally thoughtfully eats her icecream*

perdvivly: I have this really vivid and real and deep experience and I just... I can't share it. In principle it's just. Me, trapped inside a room with a door that says "push" and all I know how to do is pull. I keep fumbling and grasping at this door. It's door-shaped, I know about doors. I've worked pull doors. But this is different. No matter how hard I try, I'm locked inside my own head. k-simplex: It's about the claustrophobia of being trapped in your own skull? perdvivly: Not really. bubbliterally: It's about connection? perdvivly: Yeah. It feels really unserious to say how deeply this affects me. But I do... You know, I do feel things. bubbliterally: Right. No. Yeah. We get it. perdvivly: I guess if it's about anything it's about alienation and it's about isolation. k-simplex: I think there are practical steps you can take for that though aren't there? I get that expressing yourself can be hard, but everyone is in the same boat. There has been a lot of spilled ink about the art of expressing yourself lately. And, when words fail you there are haptics too. What can't be said with words can maybe be said with a kiss for example. perdvivly: The DIY pop pyschology of the modern internet aint it chief. k-simplex: I'm sorry? perdvivly: Don't be, I'm just bristling at things you couldn't have any way of knowing I'd bristle at. Which is sort of exactly the thing. I mentioned hedgehogs, you know the parable? bubbliterally: Oh from Schopenhaur? perdvivly: Yeah, exactly. bubbliterally: I see... I can understand the ways that parable interacts with your existential isolation. That can't be a very pleasant way to live. Do you feel this often? perdvivly: Daily. And you're right. k-simplex: Can I make a suggestion that might seem dismissive but I don't mean it to be? perdvivly: Of course, we're all friends here. k-simplex: What if it's easier to believe that you can't show people what you're really feeling because if you did show them, and they didn't realise what they were seeing, or if they were dismissive of it, it would be easier for you to feel like you had failed in saying what you meant to say rather than that they weren't interested in it, or by extension you? perdvivly: Oh. k-simplex: I just mean, if you can't show yourself, then you never have to put anything on the line right? You never have to expose yourself to true and deeply felt pains of coexisting in the world with other people who have their own internal worlds, which are every bit as real and acutely felt as your own. perdvivly: I'm not denying that deep down I could just be one fragile child riddled with insecurity, all this deepseated fruedian stuff that pop-psychologists would love to classify as mommy or daddy issues. But it's an untestable hypothesis right? Maybe it's a defense mechanism and it's all bullshit, but it's what I feel. I feel... Ouch ouch ouch in my brain. You know? k-simplex: I know. And I know how that might come across as dismissive, which is why I gave it the explicit caveat that I did. perdvivly: I know, and I'm grateful for the perspective. I really am. Definitely something to chew on at least. k-simplex: Yeah... What about you bubbliterally? bubbliterally: Huh? k-simplex: Is there a problem you've been sitting with a lot lately? *bubbliterally thinks for a while, drinking her plain tea* bubbliterally: Scissors congruence I think.

[synnamon-hearts]

kay need more of the until dawn men w chubby reader wtf...

need some dom!chris with his plushy little gal UGHHFH nsfw ofc.. !? 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Chris, eh? 😏 I don't get enough of him, to be honest. (Also I know you got more requests waitint in my inbox and I just want you to know that I am working on them. 👀 It's just a really busy time.)

NSFW down below!

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Ahhh, Chris, Chris, Chris... Let us be real, this man is an absolute whore for you. But that still doesn't mean he is willing to give up *full* control just because you make him all mushy as well as hard as fuck.

Ohhhh you are just so cute to him! So plush and soft like a little pillow he can cuddle. Although sometimes he doesn't feel like being so gentle. Noooo, no, no... Ever hear of cuteness agression? Well this guy has it. He will pin you down on the bed, squishing you with all his weight just to feel how soft you are against him until you are complaining.

Oh, you don't like it? You don't want him to smoosh you? Is that a bratty little remarkable you just let out? Uh ohhhh, that's not good! Before you know it, you are over his knees, your stomach resting over his legs as he squeezes your bottom.

Mmmm, it is so full and thick! He loves how well you fill his hands. When I tell you that this man will go crazy over slapping your ass, I am wrong. He will go feral. I'm talking only 5 seconds between each smack if you are lucky. He loves your cute little gasps in between each hit.

When you are all red and swollen, he will then be satisfied. He will kiss your crimson cheeks better, apologizes unspoken though still present by the way he presses his lips to your flesh in the most tender way.

Those kisses will soon spread to your stomach and then your thighs. Mmm, he loves those thighs. Biting them is his favorite activity. He enjoys marking your skin right up so you know exactly who you belong to.

"My sweet girl, you enjoy this. Right? Tell me you enjoy this."

He craves your voice like nothing else. Even the subtle mutter of his name has him feeling like he is on cloud 9. Which is why he will fuck you like his life depends on nutting when you tell him how much you love it. I'm talking cervix bruising, hands on the hips and throat, growling through his teeth wild as fuck sex.

Though fear not, he will be the most gentle soul when you both have finished. He will run you a bath, wash you clean, get you your favorite snacks, and play with your hair as he tells you how much he loves you. He really feels so lucky to have such a beautiful woman in his life.

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[ghostwise]

i didn’t say zev because i thought someone else would LOL.. sending you zevran! and isabela :) !

Zevran

First impression: Genuinely such a good guy. A test of the Warden's willingness to trust; he comes in as an antagonist, after all, and so much hinges on what the player's reaction to this is. I think the way his backstory is revealed is perfectly executed; glimpses, here and there, between the jokes and the innuendo.

Impression now: WHAT CAN I SAY I FIND HIM COMPELLING… truly a character that tackles some universal questions about the human condition. What can you do, when you feel you've failed yourself so completely and so thoroughly that not even running to another country to die can fix it? How do you define yourself when your identity was purposefully manipulated and subjected to horrific abuse your whole life? How do you stay whole? Do you even need to stay whole? Do you need to be whole to love? To do good in the world? To be worthy of it?

Favorite moment: Antivan poetry convo is a classic, it's just so sincere. He knows he's being a bit of a fool, but it's a good exchange, if it makes the Warden smile.

Idea for a story: MMMM listen. Gestures to the entire Everything. But I will say there is a very far-off story where he accompanies Hamal in finding his mother's clan. Don't know if I ever will write it, but!

Unpopular opinion: I've said it before but I find it distasteful when people act like he was all over the Warden right away from their first meeting. Buddy, he just survived a suicide attempt.

Favorite relationship: Besides Zevran/Warden, I'd say Zevran/Isabela, Zevran/Alistair, and his friendship with Leliana is so good.

Favorite headcanon: I think it's contextually supported but I really DO think he's primarily a creative soul, I think I've written him doing poetry (canon), tattoos (canon), drawing (canonically tattoos, so he must know how to draw), and jewelry + metalwork (supported by the metal rounds, which the item description states he made himself; plus the gifts of silver and gold he receives). Sign that boy up for some art therapy is what I've done.

Isabela

First impression: She has one of the coolest intros of any DA character, honestly. But that's very much what the setup is supposed to be right? There's complexity behind that, there's a person who's suffered a ton, and doesn't have her shit figured out, and she's beautifully vibrant and relatable bc of it. She's not agonizing about it, either. Over time she comes to be patient with the questions within herself. She extends that to others. She's just lovely.

Impression now: She deserves the entire world… and a ship to sail it. <3

Favorite moment: Her convo in Act 3 when she and Hawke reunite, only because knowing they were apart for a while is so harrowing to my heart.

Idea for a story: A story where she and Merrill enjoy a festival day at the alienage :)

Unpopular opinion: Not sure if this is unpopular? But I really feel like her backstory in the comics is so out of character. I don't know suddenly I can't read…

Favorite relationship: This one is genuinely tough. But I have to say, Isabela/Fenris and Isabela/Merrill.

Favorite headcanon: I like to think she helped Kirkwall's mages escape by ship, and some of them stuck around as members of her crew.

[a-moment-to-breath]

Bruh.

Dead ass are we for real?

Like she's so much like me ?

She likes plushies?

Her car is decorated?

You use to go on night drives and talk alone?

Bro she asked you out > - >

But you frown upon me for how I feel.

40 minuet phone call my fucking ass and then YOU called her?

Didn't you say you weren't gonna meet in person again ?

I'm glad you have friends for sure cause I fucking don't but wow.

After thought energy is real and then your like 'I'm an after thought'

Wow just wow.

"She's a pure soul."

Mmmm I hate that you fucking said that.

And I am not?

Your right I'm not.

I bet she doesn't have a mean bone in her body.

I bet she doesn't sit here and just wanna make people bleed.

I'm sure she doesn't have a list that's maintained of everyone who could fall off the face of the earth and it would make her happy.

I just fucking bet she's never done a drug in her life.

But apprently her life has been oh so hard.

And apparently her degree is better which I just love the respect I get for my hard work

I just wanna scream.

I told you that I don't feel jealousy and you keep thinking it's jealousy and I told you I couldn't lable it right but I can.

I chose differently to make it less scary for you cause I know what it is.

It's hate.

And my hate is ravenous

I do my best. It's gotten better.

But I warned you.

Do not even fucking think for one second I will negotiate if you break my heart.

Pray some God somewhere will stay my hand if you do.

[soletlunasims]

Ares and Luke sit down. And have a face to face conversation. Ares learns that Luke is a very good listener. Not that Xaidin isn't a good listener as well. He's an amazing listener but he's also kind of daft.

Luke: "So what is it? What has you so preoccupied that you, Ares Palette, are getting distracted by the task at hand? We both know that isn't like you."

Ares looks out the window, out at the city lights that are starting to flood the quickly darkening sky.

Ares: "I'm scared."

Luke: "of?"

Ares: "myself."

Luke: "What about yourself?"

Ares: "I'm scared I'm going to fuck up again. I'm going to lose sight of the important things and really fuck things up for myself. But the problem is. I don't know what I'm fucking up or how I get to that point. I guess, I really don't know what I want in life. I can't have it all but I'm terrible at keeping the things I actually want...."

Luke raises an eyebrow.

Luke: "Tell me about your fiancee."

Ares: "What about him. He's wonderful. He would do anything to make me happy. He's.... The perfect guy. The ideal partner....ugh."

Luke: "You resent him."

Ares is taken aback: "What?"

Luke: "He's perfect. He treats you like a queen and you resent him for it. He makes you feel like you have to stay within the confines of your relationship because he's the ideal guy. Takes your feelings into consideration at all times. Buys you gifts for anything you accomplish or when you're feeling upset. You feel confined. Sound about right?"

Ares: " Ah... Yeah. All of that.... How did you pin point it so exactly?"

Luke: "I have been around the block far too many times with this. Women can be that kind of 'bend over backwards' type as well. I attract them."

Ares: "Then you probably also know-"

She's cut off

Luke: " That there's that one that got away? Because out of 100 there's always that one who proves you wrong. The ones who start to fight back but when they do it's always to get rid of you. Because, to them, you ruined their lives. Or at least a good chunk of it."

Ares clicks her tongue: "Are you sure you didn't major in psychology?"

Luke laughs: "mmmm no. Experience can take you as a far as a diploma a lot of times."

Ares: "Well... You're spot on.... Ugh. What am I gonna do about this wedding? I hate planning it. I wanna give Xaidin what he wants but.... Watcher, I hate the whole process...."

Luke: "Another, less savory, piece of advice is. Don't care so much and do what you want. Don't sacrifice your mental health for anybody else. Reclaim your soul to be yours and yours alone."

Ares realized that not only did Luke have great listening skills but he also had experience. And he was willing to tell Ares what she needed to hear, not what she wanted. That was the difference between him and Xaidin.

Ares: "Thank you.... For all of the good advice. The talk... Really, everything. I should get home, though. I have a flight to Tartosa early for cake tasting. Ridiculous, I know but Xaidin insists that they have the best cakes there... The 'Land of Love' he calls it."

They start to head towards the door.

Luke: "You are spoiled, Miss Palette. Taking a flight for a day trip to taste wedding cakes. Most women would die to experience even a sliver of your life, once. They'll never know what it truly like."

Ares turns to him: "What are you saying?"

Luke: "Just that, my door is always open if you need to talk, okay?"

Ares: "Ditto....."

She feels herself blush. Luke notices.

Luke: "For the time being, you have a fiancee to get home to."

Ares nods: "I had a good day hanging out with you. It was a good break from the stress."

Luke shows her out.

*Note: Ares glows because she's an alien (in case we forgot) but the way I think about it in my save is that nobody can really see here glow. They would have to be extremely perceptive, like, psychic levels of perceptive. Sensitive to auras, really. The only people that know she is an alien are Caleb, Chip (deceased) and Gunnar. My game says otherwise but we pretend. Xaidin doesn't know because Ares has gotten so used to and good at her disguise that she is practically human in all but name.

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[hokkyokusei]

Orochi x s/o first time NSFW headcanons [part 1]

Preface: AU! Set in the 21st century, Orochi's soul was almost destroyed, but saved by s/o, who fused the evil god's soul with their own and used his power for their work. S/o works in a private detective agency that deals with particularly dangerous cases with supernatural beings. Orochi does not have the powers that he had before, and now s/o controls everything. Of course, Orochi does not give up hope of subjugating his new "master". After almost a year of their collaboration, Orochi managed to catch a moment when his partner was particularly vulnerable. They were in their own horny jail (￢‿￢ )

I'll probably still be correcting the text because there could be all sorts of mistakes

S/o periodically experienced an acute sexual desire, but because they were unlucky with partners, they helped themselves. Today, however, they wanted so much more; unfortunately for s/o, Orochi could sense any strong desires they had and felt the same way. Which made him both angry and amused at the same time

Although the evil god behaved relatively quietly and peacefully, because the 21st century and the technologies of the modern world turned out to be too much of a revelation for him, he did not give up his attempts to gain more power, even in the body of his new master. However, every time he thinks he has won, he is given a worthy rebuff. But the vulnerability of his master could not fail to attract the attention of an evil god. In addition, the master's strong desire had an effect on him as well

They were lying on the bed, wet with arousal and sweat. Isn't this a great opportunity to corrupt and completely destroy the will of young sweet master? They felt the bed sag a little and saw the evil god above them with a blurry vision

"Is that fair, my young master? Not only our souls are connected, but also our feelings and desires. Why should my master suffer alone, and why should I suffer alone?" After saying these sweet words, he slowly moved closer to his partner's body. There was so little space between their bodies that Orochi began to feel s/o's rapid breathing. With light, barely perceptible movements, he began to touch their feet. And all this so that the moment his partner resisted, he could be between their legs

However, if the last time they managed to seal Orochi until they felt better, now the evil god himself took the initiative. He did not allow them to raise their arms, instead immobilizing their hands. "Why do you reject me so much? Didn't you bind our souls together? I could have just disappeared, but thanks to you I am alive, isn't that what you wanted?"

"You take very good care of me and, unlike your colleagues, do not try to keep me locked up. I really appreciate it, you know. Please let me take care of you now, my sweet little master". Saying this, his hand slowly plunged right under his partner's clothes. He grinned. "You should thank me, I've never done anyone this honor before." Having said that, he inserted two fingers inside his partner

"What does it feel like? It feels good, doesn't it? I've seen you do it so many times with other people, so I know you like it". His partner was too overexcited to say anything, so he could only throw an angry look. "Oh, don't be mad, we would have tried it sooner or later anyway. After all, partners are supposed to know each other well, aren't they?" His fingers moved slowly inside their body, occasionally hitting a special spot that made his partner flinch. "Mmmm, you like it that way?" He purposely began to lead his fingers exactly THERE

Sensing that their orgasm was near, their hips began to shake more and more. "Don't hold back, you've been doing this for hours, haven't you?". S/o tried to dodge Orochi's hand, but he quickly spotted it. "You don't like it? Should I finish then?" With a squelching sound, he pulled his fingers out. They groaned in frustration. When Orochi saw this, he put his hand to their sensitive spot and began to move his fingers slowly up and down, smearing their juices. "What an ungrateful master. I try so hard to help you, but you still reject me." Hearing their disappointed groans, Orochi took pity. "He-he, if you want me to go on, tell me." He put his fingers back into them for a moment. "Your mind resists, but your body doesn't."

His partner was too proud to ask for that, so they continued to resist for the next half hour. Of course, Orochi was amused by this. He continued to abuse their body, constantly keeping them on the verge of orgasm. How many orgasms could they have had without being so stubborn? In the end, they gave up. Realizing he had won, Orochi brought them to orgasm. Still without stopping his fingers, he kept deliberately touching the special spot inside them. "It's still not enough for you, right? In any other situation I would have waited as long as you need, but I can't hold back anymore... This feeling... It's too... Strong." He pulled out his slimy fingers. Orochi played with the juices on his fingers for a couple of moments, then gently licked one of the soiled fingers

Who would have thought that the union of souls could lead to such consequences? As he played with his partner's body, he didn't notice how much it affected him. However, he is capable of taking advantage of everything. Although he is angry that some mortal is in control of his actions, now his master is completely at his mercy. His cock pressed against the entrance of their wet hole, Orochi leaned into his partner's ear and said quietly: "Tonight you will finally be mine."

After that, he froze for a moment, looking at his partner, who was on the verge of losing consciousness. "It would be sad if you passed out from a little caress." He used his power to keep them conscious. Their eyes became clearer than before. They looked at the evil god and saw an ambiguous grin on his face: "This is much better." With a light movement of his hand, Orochi removed the clinging hair from their face. S/o felt his cock rubbing against their wet, aching hole with desire. "Ha-ha, can we call it fate? What you and I have become and what we do now?" Seeing s/o's incomprehensible look, Orochi smirked again. "I'm sorry, you do remember that to get what you want, you have to say it, right?" Orochi moved closer to his partner's face again. They could feel his cock pressing against their hole and the squelching sounds heard because of it

Not getting the answer he wanted, Orochi sighed disappointedly. "I tried so hard, didn't I? You really are an ungrateful master, s/o-chan. Your mind may not recognize me, but it seems your body already belongs to me, doesn't it?" He suddenly pushed his cock inside. His partner cried out in pain and pleasure at the same time. No matter how badly they wanted sex, eventually Orochi abused their body and they ached after orgasm. Orochi grinned. "That's right, that's what true pleasure should be."

Orochi lifted them by the thigh and that way his cock was even deeper. His partner moaned with pleasure. Orochi didn't miss a chance to comment on every change in their face.

[fictionalmenmistress]

🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

[seonghwasriceball]

Enhypen Reaction

To being jealous

Lee Heeseung

A difficult guy to make jealous, I think. Like, it's Lee Heeseung. It doesn't get much better than that. But, anyway, he wouldn't get jealous in a "Someone was flirting with my s/o, what if they woo them and I lose them" kind of way, but more in a "My s/o is giving someone else attention, and I want them to pay attention to me" sort of way.

You were at Enhypen's dorm to spend some time with your boyfriend, but the maknae line had called you away to play a game with them because they were tired of only interacting with people in their group. And for the first little while Heeseung was fine with it, happy even, he loved seeing that you and his group mates got along well, but after two hours, he was getting lonely. He didn't like that you were spending more time with the youngest three than with him, because you were there to spend time with him in the first place. At first, he sat in the room and stared at you for a while, hoping you'd get the hint, but when that didn't work, he went away to sulk in the bedroom. After about twenty minutes of self pity, Heeseung began to feel guilty, because he was the eldest, and therefore he should be more mature than this, and after all, they are kids. They need to interact with people, they're still growing and developing. But the way you hugged Riki when he lost a round instead of hugging him made Heeseung sad. So, instead of whining into his pillow, he texted you to ask if you'd come spend time with him any time soon, and started giggling and wriggling about when you told him you'd finish that round of whatever it was you guys were playing and you're all his. When you finally came and laid down next to him on the bed, he had the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face, and he basically pinned you to the bed with his body, his face in your neck, voice slightly muffled when he said,

"Hope you peed before you got here, because I'm not letting go any time soon."

To sum up, Heeseung will get quiet, then disappear when jealous. He'll recognise and acknowledge the feeling, and then feel bad and immature for it, but cuddles and reassurances from you make it all better.

Jay Park

Jay is more easily jealous than Heeseung, but again, not in an insecure way, but in a "this guy has the audacity to flirt with and touch my s/o? Nah, I don't think so" and a "that should be me with my arm around their shoulder" kinda way.

So, you were out with Jay shopping, and whilst in one of the shops, you met a classmate who was always kind of flirty with everyone but had been much more forward with you specifically over the past few weeks. It had made you pretty uncomfortable, but he wouldn't stop. You had told Jay about it when it would not let up, and he had asked if you wanted him to do anything about it but respected your wishes when you said no and that you just wanted to vent. But now, this guy was right in front of him, flirting with you and taking your hand to play with your fingers, ignoring Jay and his arm around your waist. When you took your hand back, and he reached out to take it in his again, Jay decided he had enough. Slapping his hand away and glaring at him, Jay pulled you closer to his body and proceeded to tell the guy off.

"They are quite clearly in a relationship, dude. And on top of that, extremely uncomfortable with you. Take a hint and back off, have some self-awareness."

Overall, Jay doesn't really get insecure kind of jealous, more of a protective kind of jealous. He just wants people to know you're taken, and above all, he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. I want one

Jake Sim

Cliché, I know, but I will push the soft boy Jake agenda as far as I can. Jake doesn't get jealous much; he loves and trusts you way too much for that. He wouldn't put his entire heart and soul into you if he didn't. But, sometimes, he'll see you post a picture with some friends, or see you talking with them so freely and excitedly, or you'll mention one name more frequently than usual. He'll start thinking about how being an idol means you can't do all that stuff with him out in the open, and he can't always be there for you when you need him like that one guy from your class can. So, he gets sad and starts to close in on himself. He's more quiet than usual and doesn't joke around with the boys as much.

After class, you had gone straight to the dorm to congratulate your boyfriend and his group on their successful promotions stream fever. You were currently telling Jake about your day because he always insisted you tell each other everything, just to stay as connected as possible. You mentioned one name a lot more than you usually did during your story because you were set up to do a project in pairs, and he was your partner. The guy in question was a classmate you were sort of friends with, but not entirely. Like, if you didn't know anyone else in a room and he was there, you wouldn't feel uncomfortable sitting next to and talking with him, but you wouldn't go out of your way to eat lunch with him, so you had never really mentioned him much before, but he had made a hilarious mistake when working together, which you thought would make Jake laugh, so you told him all about it. When you finished, you excused yourself to the bathroom, and that left Jake alone with his thoughts. He began thinking about how this guy makes you laugh, and is in your class, and can spend so much more time with you, and he started to get really sad. When you came back, you recognised the look on his face immediately and went to sit on his lap and tell him about how much you missed him and how you wish he could be the one doing the project with you. Good intentions, didn't work. That sort of just highlighted the fact that he was missing out on time with you. When you saw it was just getting worse, you resorted to the most fool-proof method you could think of - you began kissing him all over his face and telling him that you're so proud of everything he's doing. You don't mind the long periods of time apart because you wanted him to do what he loves and that you'll always be waiting for him when he has time off. If that doesn't seem to work (it usually does), you would tackle him down on the bed and cuddle him, basically like a koala on its tree. Arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, your nose against his ear, telling him every three seconds that he was your favourite thing ever.

"Thank you for staying with me no matter what, baby. I love you so much."

Yeah, he gets sad, but you just cling onto him and force it into him that you love him; he'll soon be back to the happy little Aussie boy we all know and love.

Park Sunghoon

How are you gonna make Sunghoon jealous, huh? How are you going to find someone who could live up to that? That's right, you won't. The only way Sunghoon is going to get jealous is if you're sitting really close with somebody else who could possibly be as good a boyfriend to you as him. Like, say you have a guy best friend who you're really close to, and you're sitting on the couch with your legs over his lap. This guy knows you almost as well as Sunghoon does, and you're clearly comfortable with him like you are with Sunghoon, so it's entirely possibly that if he were to make a move, you'd be up for it. That's really the only scenario I think Sunghoon would get jealous in. Of course, he won't say anything, tsundere Sunghoon ain't about that. He'll probably just come sit next to you and make some sort of physical contact that gets across the message of, "My s/o, I love you, even though I don't verbally tell you all the time."

You were over at the boys' dorm, just cause, and were watching a movie with your best friend, Jay, and boyfriend, Sunghoon. You had known Jay for much longer, and in all those years you had been best friends it just became natural that you would invade his personal space, so when you put your legs over his, and leaned back on Sunghoon, neither one thought much of it. Sunghoon got up about halfway through the movie to get a refill on his drink, and you just let your body flop down in his place, legs still on top of Jay's, who now had his hand over your knee. Sunghoon thought nothing of it, until he got back, when a specific line was said on the screen. You and Jay said it in perfect unison and then burst out laughing. Sunghoon recognised the line as one you and Jay would say to each other all the time, it had become an inside joke between you two that neither of you ever explained to anyone, so you always looked like a couple of weirdos to everyone. Everyone except for Sunghoon, who saw that and couldn't help but think about how Jay knew you throughout all of your life, and he was relatively new to you, and got kind of insecure. But, he knew you wouldn't choose Jay over him romantically, but he still didn't see any harm in showing you both who was really your favourite boy. So, instead of lifting the top half of your body and sliding underneath so you were once again leaning against him, Sunghoon picked you up from the couch completely, and sat back down with you in his lap, making sure your body was slightly turned away from Jay. For the rest of the movie he sat there with his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, giving you little kisses on your neck every so often.

"Mmmm, isn't this so much more comfortable than before, Y/n?"

All in all, Sunghoon doesn't get jealous often, and when he does, he refuses to admit to it. But, you know. Everyone knows.

Kim Sunoo

HO, BOY, when Sunoo gets jealous, he gets JEALOUS. And, what's more, he makes sure you know. He makes sure the person making him jealous knows. He makes sure everyone in the room knows. He'll start doing aegyo for you, then turn to the guy with a disgusted look on his face, you know the one, the very Sunoo one. Then he'll turn back to you and ask you how cute you think he is, then has the BALLS to ask who you think is better looking, him or the guy who was trying to flirt, and he doesn't even acknowledge them as a threat, he just wants to show them that he has you whipped because he does.

You were hanging out outside with Sunoo when someone came up to you and started flirting, eventually asking for your number. Obviously, you instantly declined and turned to grab Sunoo's arm to leave before he got all competitive, but, alas, it was too late. 4Sunoo was already giving this guy The Looktm. Sighing internally, you just decided you would enjoy the show and pull Sunoo away before he emotionally destroyed this guy. At first, it was just some light scolding. 'They shut you down when you started flirting, what makes you think they'll give you their number?' and 'Couldn't you see they were clearly with someone. We were holding hands, are you blind?' but then he busts out the aegyo, asking you if you would really leave him for some rando off the street, finally turning back to the guy, and telling him once and for all to get lost, before he grabbed your arm and flounced away. You were positive that, had his hair been long enough, he would have ended with a sassy hair flick. and now I must manifest long hair Sunoo real quick

"You really thought you did something there, huh? Newsflash, they've been trying to shut you down nicely since you looked their way."

Yeah, he ain't having none of it.

Yang Jungwon

my SON As much as Jungwon wants to appear mature in your relationship, he's still just a kid, and kids emotions get the best of them sometimes, so yeah, he gets jealous. He gets jealous like Heeseung, in that he wants all your attention, and like Jay because he wants to be the one who's holding on to you, and like Jake, because he knows that he can't spend as much time with you as is ideal, because not only is he an idol, but he is a leader, and therefore has more responsibility than just another classmate you know. So a jealous Jungwon is a sad, insecure Jungwon pls my heart I just want him to smile and never feel sad ever, I will punch his emotions for him if he needs it, he activates such big caring older sister feelings in me, more so than my actual little brother

Enhypen had finished their schedules for the day in the mid-afternoon, so instead of just lounging at the dorm, Jungwon decided he'd pick you up from school and take you to get something to eat. He texted you beforehand to make sure you didn't have any schedule clashes that might get in the way. He waited in the company vehicle while student streamed out of the building, watching to spot you. When he did, he didn't like what he saw. You had exited the building with a boy he had never seen before, laughing and joking. You were actually being quite boisterous, pushing and pulling each other, he could hear your laughter from where he was in the car park. He always loved that sound, and he was happy you were having fun, but he wished like hell that it was him you were hiving fun with. He wanted to mess up your hair and then trip you over and laugh as you stumbled, he wanted to be the one telling you the jokes that made you laugh so hard you had to bend over. When he saw you jump on the other guys back was when he had had enough. He got his manager who was driving to honk the car horn, and got out of the car and waved at you. When you recognised the figure in the mask and bucket hat, Jungwon saw your eyes light up like a Christmas tree right before you started sprinting towards him, without even saying goodbye to your classmate. When you were finally within hugging distance, you launched yourself at your boyfriend, telling him how much you loved and missed him, and how boring everything was without him. Just your natural reaction to Jungwon's presence was enough to calm his insecurities, and he calmly told you that he had missed you as well. It wasn't until later, when he was dropping you off at home did he ask about what was happening with your classmate at school.

"So, who was that guy you left the school building with?"

Baby gets jealous easily, but is also comforted really easily, to the point you never even realise he was jealous in the first place.

Nishimura Riki

Riki is not having it. He doesn't even give the jealousy a chance to creep upon him. If he wants your attention, he's asking for it. If he needs reassurance, he tells you. If he is ever uncomfortable with the way somebody else is touching you, he makes his objections known. He doesn't see the point of keeping this all to himself and worrying about it when he could talk to you and sort it all out. He has more important things to worry about, like whose bed he's going to invade that night or when he's next going to get his fix of bungeoppang. A lot of times, if you're interacting with someone in a way that makes him feel jealous, he'll just pick you up and carry you away, usually just to plop you down in the next room and take a nap on your shoulder.

You were backstage at Inkigayo, waiting for Riki to finish getting his makeup done, so you talked to Sunoo for a while. You actually found out you had quite a lot in common and were bonding over your shared interests for so long that you didn't even notice when Riki was let out of the makeup artists chair. He came and sat next to you, but you didn't acknowledge him, which was fine with him; he didn't want to interrupt such an animated conversation. When Sunoo suggested exchanging numbers so you guys could continue your conversation later, Riki began to feel that tiny bit strange. As he watched you enter your numbers on each other's phones and then Sunoo walk off to get his makeup done, he recognised what was happening and decided to put a stop to it. When Heeseung came up to try and talk to you both, Riki just straight up ignored him as he stood up and lifted you up by your armpits to take you to the corner of the room where he sat you on top of the dressing table and just pressed his face into your neck, muffledly complaining that you liked Sunoo more. Carefully, you ran your fingers through his hair and told him you could only see Sunoo as a friend and that the number was literally just so you guys could gush over Anne With an E when you got home that night.

"All these guys do is take up your time away from me. I hate them. You're never allowed to speak to anyone but me ever again."

Yeah. Riki doesn't take no sh*t when it comes to things cutting into his cuddling time.

[r0-boat]

followup on this with lucas 👀👀👀

still trying to romance him but every tome i confess he thinks im joking smh. we're at 7 hearts so here's my cope.

-goddess anon 😔

i was today years old when i learned you can do fancy stuff like this on mobile

lucas is god so of course he could use his power here, with your consent of course! honestly, if he can bore into your soul through his singing, what's to say he can't manipulate your dreams as well? make you have insanely vivid dreams that have you cumming in your sleep.

or maybe he can make like avery and hypnotize you. you'll still be somewhat aware of what you're doing, but you'll feel like you're walking on clouds. your head might spin, but that's why he's here with you. he's holding you still as he's eating you out/sucking you off, and you're frozen in place.

lucas is the type of person that would rather die over degrading you. it just... doesn't suit him. if you really want him to, it's very light (i.e. stuff like, "not sure how i fell hard for a slut like you, but i'm so happy i did!") he'll still feel bad about it though.

wear thigh highs. do it. walk into the fuckin crystalabra in them. he will pop a boner right then and there.

hhhhhh can you tell im down bad /s

A saas gahs mmmm

[heresathreebee]

Morning Of and After

SMILF Jesse X Female Reader

Summary: You meet Jesse in a bar and take him home. Masterlist

Word count: 3.3k words

Warning(s): +17 | swearing, drunk sex, porn with(out) plot (?), p in v sex, from behind, morning angst, mutual masterbation

AN: bitch I watched a 30 second clip of a tv show JUST to see an underdressed Alex Brightman. What has my life come to. Ah well, I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. Blame these lovely, inspiring fools @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape

Jesse's not sure why you were hanging off of him at the bar but he's basking in your attention now. You didn't hesitate to give the cabbie your address, arm permanently looped around his shoulders for balance. You had both been drinking– exactly how much was a mystery– and Jesse was eager for a breakthrough in his dry spell. 

Your lips are wet and on each other as he kicks your door closed. Pulling your clothes from your body proves a little difficult, especially with you wrestling to take off his. He catches a case of the giggles when you get his head stuck in his shirt but the laughter quickly turns into a moan when he feels you slip a hand into his underwear to fondle his junk. He remembers gripping your wrist like iron and ripping his shirt from his face. He gives you a gentle push backwards, right onto the edge of your bed (he didn't know that was there but he would have been happy to take you on the floor too). 

Your top is misaligned but far from off, however you are bare from the waist down and wrap your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. Jesse's just as desperate and he slips his pants down midthigh, then stops to rummage in his pocket for a condom. He has to bat your grabby little hands away or he won't last. It's a little hard to see through the haze of lust and alcohol but he manages, and then he's pressing you into the mattress leaning on an elbow and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. 

He groans and plants a kiss on your mouth. "Fuck you're wet..." 

The man wastes no time and hooks two fingers inside you, eager to stretch you out and make you come now because you're fucking gorgeous and it's driving him to the edge without any stimulation. 

You mewl beneath him, nails scratching his scalp and chest heaving as if begging for his attention. Jesse's mouth waters heavily as he sloppily licks and sucks at your breasts, pushing your top aside and just nipping at the lace bra still intact. He has no idea how high you are until your inner walls contract around his fingers so hard he worries they might break. And with a practiced motion, he eases you down from your orgasm, fingers slowing down until he slips them out. 

And just for the hell of it, he flicks your clit and feels you jump beneath him. Suddenly your teeth are digging into his neck and he howls. 

"Fuck me already," you growl. 

You spread your legs wider to fit his hips to the center and drag him into another rough kiss. Jesse has some trouble maneuvering with his pants half on, but he catches the head on your lip and pushes in groaning at the familiar feeling of being engulfed. Bottoming out inside you sends an electric tingling sensation down his spine and he has to stop for a moment and catch his breath. 

He feels your feet sliding up his thighs, one foot still in a heel which catches on his waistband. His hips give a test rock and you moan against his collarbone, legs twitching at his sides. 

Jesse sets a subtle pace, rocking into your heat and drooling a little. You feel so fucking good underneath him, so right, like eating apple pie on the Fourth of July. His balls start to tighten and he almost lets go, but the feeling of your pussy twitching draws his attention to your face. You're close to coming again but not anywhere near where he is. The sloppy drunk part of him wants to just keep going and finish but the real Jesse wants this to be good for you too and what's a little second orgasm between drunk strangers? 

He pulls out and despite your immediate protests, you quickly become curious when Jesse's hands push and pull on you as if trying to move you. 

"What are you doing?" 

His chin has a small glisten and his eyes are so watery. There are hickeys forming on his neck and a scratch or two rising on his shoulder. The hairy expanse of his chest is turning red from friction and he looks as unreal as a dream until he says, "turn over." 

Your legs twitch and you definitely soak the quilt on your bed. Did you hear him right? This guy? Soft, pretty boy who was just a second ago gently rocking your world? 

He licks his lips and says, "turn around. I wanna do it the other way. On your knees." 

Fuck. Well you're definitely shaking with excitement as you fulfill his command. You finally manage to slip your top off and fling it into the abyss off the bed. You wiggle your hips into the requested position and shiver as a warm hand slides up your spine. Another warm hand locks around your hip and you feel him enter you with no resistance. The rough material of his jeans scratches at your thighs as he begins to thrust, longer strokes that leave you empty and full, empty and full again. You quickly slide off of your elbows and press your face into the blanket, loving the way he seems to lose himself again inside you. 

God, does he even know he's moaning right now? It's so hot, somehow hotter than him driving his cock deep inside you. The slapping sound of his hips against your ass sendings endorphins straight to your head. After Jesse breathes another 'fuck,' you slither a hand underneath your body to circle your clit. The first touch of your fingers to your sticky little button causes you to tighten around Jesse's cock and you hear him choke. He leans over your back and settles a hand on the bed to proper himself up, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting some spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. 

"Fuck, so good," Jesse mumbles, sweaty forehead pressing against your shoulder. "Mmmm… gonna come…" 

Fuck that's exactly what you needed to hear. Your whole body turns tuat like a bow string and your walls constrict into a vice. Your legs quiver from the strong shocks of your orgasm, forcing a long, broken moan to escape your chest and black to creep into your vision. 

Your orgasm is the end of your partner. Jesse's hips stutter to a stop as he fills up the condom, unable to breath for a few seconds as he forgets his name, his location, and his sense of self and all there is left is you. Eventually Jesse's soul slams back into his body and he collapses his full weight on top of you unintentionally crushing you. He feels you laughing and at the urge of an elbow in his ribs, he rolls over and off of you. You're still giggling, boneless and satisfied as you try to catch your breath. 

You turn your head towards him to look over his blissful features. His skin glistens in the half light and he's probably seconds from falling asleep. You put a hand out on his chest and shake him awake despite yourself, knowing you need to clean up. 

"Up," you command. 

Jesse shifts off of the bed sluggishly, disposing of the condom in the bin by your desk and grabbing the waistband of his jeans like he's not sure what to do with them. You reach out mischievously and slap his ass causing him to yelp and look back at you in disbelief. 

"Take those off and get back here." You fling the quilt of your bed off and curl under the topsheet with a hand out to him. 

Jesse looks confused. He moves slowly, crawling back in naked and incapable of meeting your eyes. You place a guiding hand to help him lay his head on your silk encased pillow. "Stay," you command, and dip into the bathroom to clean up. 

Jesse lies awake but not for long, his body thumps with the beat of his heart and it lulls him to sleep. He's snoring softly when you come back and flip the lights off. 

~

Jesse's head is pounding in the morning, but he's had it worse. Like way worse. The bedroom curtains are drawn but the sun is direct and the light reflects off the walls a little too strongly for his liking. You look pretty in nothing but sheets and it's turning him on a little bit. 

What the fuck was a girl like you doing with a guy like him anyways, he wondered, over his skinnier and better looking friends? And then he wondered, how much did you have to drink last night? It unnerves him that he doesn't know the answer. You left the bar together but you didn't walk in together, who knows how many jager bombs or tequila shots you had before you met him? 

Jesse's really hyped himself up now, his hands are getting clammy and he's about to start fidgeting if he doesn't figure something out soon. When you wake up will you remember him? Did you know his name like he knew yours? Would you throw him out in disgust? Maybe you were the type who took them home because you knew they'd be gone at first light. Maybe you liked it that way. 

Jesse takes a deep breath to steel himself. He's intent on thinking things through until… until he realizes it took 10 minutes. From the time you entered the apartment to the time he came, it took 10 minutes. Oh god… that is the nail in the coffin for him. 

He slides out of bed as quietly as possible. His face is hot and his hands are cold as he slips into his underwear, then his pants. He lets his feet carry him out of the bedroom and into the hallway where he finds his shirt, and he gets distracted looking at your soaked lace underwear as he reaches for the keys by the door. 

You actually live really close to his work, which is where he left his car last night. If he can just get some distance maybe he can think better. He could probably use a tylenol more than anything right now. 

Jesse's waiting for a light to change at a crosswalk when he realizes these are not his keys. All regrets about leaving his phone number on a paper somewhere at your place go out the window when he realizes he doesn't have his phone either. 

"Fuck," he mutters in defeat.  

Returning back to your apartment is the real walk of shame. He hopes someone will stop him, ask him if he lives around here or something so he can chicken out and maybe get a friend to get his stuff back. The cute like trinkets hanging off your car keys do give him some interesting insight into the things you like. 

He can't remember if he left the door unlocked and celebrates when he doesn't have to knock and wake you up. He probably should have clued in when he heard the sound of a sink turning off, but he's actually more hungover than he thought. He fully freezes like a deer in headlights when you appear with a towel on your head and fresh lounging clothes. 

The look you give him should have turned him to stone. "Hey Jesse. Forget something?" 

He opens his mouth and nothing but a weak "heeeeyyy," escapes. His mouth flaps like a fish and he suddenly remembers to put your keys back from where he found them. Busted. "I ee I was just going out to grab some coffee… and like a tylenol… but guess I grabbed the wrong keys, hahah..." 

The twist of your mouth is a little cruel. You let the towel rest on your shoulders and toss him his keys from the kitchen counter, warm hand lingering over his heart in an affectionate but threatening way. "Coffee sounds good. There's a shop a mile that way, honest to god espresso and cheaper prices than the usual dig. I'm sure I've got a bottle of tylenol somewhere around here, I should find it by the time you come back." 

Oh...K? Are you… planning something? Should he fear for his safety? Apologize? Not knowing what else to do (and distracted by the feeling of you caressing his chest), Jesse simply nods and turns to obey you. Only at the door does he turn back and gesture with his key hand, "you uh, haven't seen my phone, have you?" 

You're smiling. You've got no bra on beneath your baseball tee, hair soaking your shoulders, and tiny tiny shorts with pockets– a pocket carrying what he clearly recognizes as his phone– and you're smiling. 

"I like my coffee strong. Just tell them my name, they'll know what to make." Jesse doesn't know what else to do except sputter and leave. 

~

It would have been a short walk but it's an even shorter drive. Jesse stands in line assessing the menu with his hands in his pockets. You were mad at him. 

Ok, that was fair. 

You were upset that he left you without a goodbye and had stupidly forgotten his things and had to come crawling back. So you weren't that kind of person. He knows that now. But you also weren't screaming at him or begging him to stick around. 

Jesse didn't know what to think of your reaction. But you knew his name. He told you his name in the cab and if you remembered it's because you weren't blackout drunk. That's good for both of you. You didn't seem too hungover either, maybe you'd had less to drink than he did or at least the same. This is good, these were good things. 

It didn't make going back to your place less terrifying though. 

~

You left the front door cracked and Jesse pushed his way in with a cup in each hand. "Boy, they sure do like you down at that coffee shop! Extra this and extra that. I'd kill to have a place like me like that." 

You seem… calmer now. The tension in your movement is gone and you peck his lips with a kiss as you take your coffee. You reach around him to shut the door and walk to the couch expecting him to follow (and of course like a dog on a leash, he did). You passed him a tylenol and took a few yourself, washing them down with your drink before leaning back with your arm over your eyes. 

"I'm sorry," Jesse blurts out. You peak at him from under your arm. "I… I didn't know if you wanted to see me when you woke up so I…" 

You snort. "Jesse, honey. If I didn't like you, you would have never made it to my room. Not even close. And if I didn't want to see you in the morning–" 

You sat up and pressed yourself almost into his lap– "I would have fucked you at the club." 

Now is not the time for a boner, this was a serious conversation. In any case, you eased up on your dominating stance and fell into his side like you belonged there. It felt nice. You smelled like fresh laundry and peaches (definitely your body wash or something), and weren't mad at him anymore. In fact you passed his phone to him and settled back. Jesse wrapped an arm around you and rested his cheek on your head. He had almost drifted back to sleep when his text tone dinged. 

MASON: Where the fuck are you? 

Jesse sighed. You knew exactly what that sound meant and became determined not to let him go without a fight, but Jesse stopped you from climbing into his lap very firmly, by flipping you onto your back and holding you down. He can't help but blush, his ears turning red as he glares at you. 

"I have. To go," he scolds. "My buddy Mason's got this project he needs help with and I promised I'd be there to help him move his stuff." 

You whine, grabbing his wrists and sliding his hands up to cover your breasts. "Can't it wait a little longer? We can be fast." 

Jesse's brain short circuits and his hands inadvertently flex. "What?" 

He knows your nipples are hard because he can feel them, and you're looking at him in that way that makes his pants tighter. You don't have to say it but when you do, he falls hook line and sinker. "Come on, babe. Round 2? Before you go?" 

How could he say no to that?

Jesse kisses you roughly. His hands squeeze your tits before he plants one to hold himself up and the other to draw you closer so he can grind his hips into yours. You gasp, pulling at his hair and then fumbling with his pants for a second just as you change your mind. Jesse protests as you push him backwards, then he stares as you slide those tiny shorts off. He goes right to circling your clit with his thumb and takes a long look at the dark spot on your new panties. 

"So easy to get you wet," he praises, swiping his thumb down over the wet patch before returning to his pronounced circular motions. 

You let him toy with you, feet resting on his shoulders until you remember your little game. you gently kick his hand away and replace it with your own, sliding the fabric aside and making him watch two of your fingers glide deep inside you. Jesse groans, intent to help out but you stop him. 

"Just me," you gasp. "Just you." 

Jesse seems momentarily confused. Then you see it click in his head and he scrambles to take his cock out, already fully erect and dark in color. He starts to stroke himself, eyes bouncing around your form and drinking in the sight of your self administered pleasure. His eyes roll back at the squelching sound filling the space between you, continuing to stroke himself with a dry rasp. 

Jesse calls your name and grasps your wrist. His tongue swirls around your fingers hungrily to suck the slick from them, groaning as he does. It's a moment's distraction as his own fings dip into your wet heat and come out coated in more. He replaces his soaked hand on his cock and strokes with renewed vigor. 

"God," he hums. It feels so good, watching you watch him is turning him on way more than he thought it would. He's getting close to coming at the thought of painting your stomach when his phone starts ringing. 

He grows an annoyed glance at the offending device, then does a double take and pounces. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– hey boss!" 

You looked at him, completely stunned. Jesse pretended not to notice you and listened intently to the voice on his phone, nodding his head absently and to your horror, tucking his cock back into his pants. He doesn't look too happy about it, but he swallows his pride and tells his boss he'll 'be right there.' 

He's already apologizing as he pulls you up from the couch and sets your clothes right. Jesse peppers your sour face in light kisses, rubbing your arms as if to soothe you from a blinding rage. 

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he says donning his jacket. "I don't know when or how but I will I–" 

"Arcade. Thursday. 7 pm." You zip up his jacket and glare at him so he knows there's no room for argument. 

He smiles, "I can't wait," he drops a hearty kiss to your lips. "Thursday, 7 pm. Want me to pick you up?" 

"Only if you plan on staying the night." 

"That's a yes then." Jesse leaves and you cannot wait for Thursday.

[zu-is-here]

HI ZU! oh I didn't end up doing the chores on the end, but I did go shopping! We bought so much pasta sauce it's not even funny XD

Yeah I'm going full lineless! I just didn't wanna draw the line work, all those skull.... Nope! So lineless it is, gonna take a short break though, got other things I need to work on.

Yeah I'm trying to get better about fears.

Oh you didn't? It's about vow or Never killer and his feelings about cross getting transferred! Some mild Kross angst, you must read!

Yay! Maybe I could tell you more today? If you wanted to dm me about it when you're free? That's up to you though. <3

Today it was raining as well! It was on and off alllll day! And right in my juice too.

You know, I have a hugeeeee fan in my room, it's heaven when things do get hot here! It used to be in the living room, but it's mine now!

I'm glad the Allergys have been better!

Oooooooo! Over 100!!? Dammmm mmmm good luck! You are almost there! We believe!

OH! I don't think I've seen this!! I need to look for the art! That was yesterday right?

Today I'm good! I met up with a friend and we had dinner together! It was really fun! We also got smoothies and cake and walked around town. We went to a charity shop and I scored a new toy for the collection, 5 pound for a brand new, but I got it for 50p! Score!

You ever had any good secondhand shop finds?

We also came up with a dark cream headcannon with my twins and it's still making me laugh XD my friend is the best and they make me wanna draw my babys again! Toooooo busy.

I also find myself really interested in lust X nightmare for some reason? Like my brain randomly becomes really into ships.

And also L20 cross x dream because.... The sfw art is really cute! And I wondered what celest and luna would look like in that universe!

How are you today Zu? How's your weekend going?

Hi Gayfish! <3 Oh my god— it's never too much pasta sauce nyeh heh heh XD

I'm sure it looks amazing! No need to rush╰(*´︶`*)╯ I'm looking forward to your other works as well, keep up the great work! *^*

Hoo boi— some good kross angst, you say? Gotta read soon (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

Yesss that would be great, thanks! <3 Oki ☆

Oh no XD Was it still warm outside today? *^* You are really lucky with a huge fan in your room!

Again, thank you so much for your support, I do appreciate it a lot ♡

Yep, the only post I had time for yesterday xp Worth it! ☆

Oh wow!! I'm really glad to hear you're having a good time (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

I remember buying sneakers for $4.99 instead of $74.99 cause someone took different sizes but the remaining ones fit really well?? :D

More cool headcanons! (*'▽'*) Lust x Nightmare hmm,,, sounds interesting~ LV20!Cross x Dream is really sweet!! yet kinda sad ;3;

Busy but determined, thanks! <3 4 days left so I can't think of anything but my diploma,,, but when I'm done, I'm gonna sleep and draw and stream— also walking outside since the weather's great *^*

UPD:

As they say, the nature doesn't have a bad weather <3 Hope so too! *^*

Thanks! A mini victory indeed (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

It does! That's just something new for me yet really potential *^* We can have passive!Nightmare here as well btw ;) Lust x Dance ohhh! Reminds me of one small and sad comic with a happy ending <3

So wholesome (´；ω；`) I do like LV20!Cross concept, initially it was so potential, with Cross being guilty and longing for forgiveness from the monster he always loved (and who still loves him) until they began to use it differently but nevertheless, that idyll they reached warms my soul <3

*hugs* Thank you so much ♡ After all, I still have loads of things to draw, and I will heheh! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

OH. ★ It does make more sense now! (´；ω；`) They both became this way not of their own will, they were misunderstood and judged (both in AUs and in the fandom), and even if they can't clean their reputations, they can understand each other... Great ♡

For real (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) Hope they'll get to his soul after they have enough with his body, heh <3

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 110) "Charming... Isn't He?"

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

Luna uncharacteristically wakes up before Colson or her alarm. She lays silently as she listens to him breathe, wishing she didn't have to leave. She doesn't know what time it is, only that they went to bed well after 6A and that she has a flight out of Hopkins International at 10A. Not wanting to disturb him, her fingers nervously run along the tiny padlocks chain that lays around her neck as she continues listening to him. Finding a calm comfort in his deep, repetitive breathes.

"Why are you even going?" She questions herself. "Because Jax told you when he married Tara... Yeeeeah, but he didn't tell you when he started fucking her." Her brain argues their history with itself. "It's the right thing to do, Loons... You know you're gonna catch shit if they hear about it from anyone else before you." Luna let's out a deep, frustrated sigh.

"Hey... You're awake?" Colson's groggy voice asks as he reaches for her.

"Yeah... I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Luna asks as she snuggles into him.

"Nah... I've been awake on and off. Too much Adderall yesterday." He answers as he takes in her unique smell of coconut oil, weed, Euphoria and their sex.

"Aww, Bunny... You want a couple Xanax to even you out today?" She asks.

"Ahhhh... Maybe. What I really want right now is you." He grins as he pulls her chin up to kiss her mouth.

"Mmmm..." Luna moans through their kisses as she climbs on top of him.

Colson's rock solid as Luna works him into her. Taking her time as she pushes each huge inch further inside of herself. He stretches out in pleasure as he holds her hips steady. Bowing down to kiss him, her soft hair tickles his face as she slowly slides up and down on his cock. Rolling her hips in circular motions while making him press against her unknowing organs.

"Ohh fuck, I love your pussy." Colson breathes out as he flips her onto her back.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he climbs back inside of her. Making her moan loudly from his girth as he sucks on her neck. Pushing her hips up, she matches his momentum.

"Who's girl are you?" He demands as he bites on her ear.

"Oooh shit, Col. Yours. Fuck! I'm fucking yours!!" Luna cries out as he makes them both cum at the same time.

Luna drops her legs as Colson buries his face in the pillow next to her head. Keeping his dick warm inside it's Home. After catching their breath, he kisses her cheek before rolling over. Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushes away the stray pieces of hair from her face.

"You're coming home to me tonight, right?" He asks quietly as he gazes down at her.

"Of course, Bunny. I'm all in. With YOU. No one else." She reassures him as she leans up and pulls him in closer for a promising kiss. "I got something for you." Her blue eyes dance for him in the morning sun before she springs out of the bed.

"What the fuck did you do now?" He asks with an amused chortle.

"You'll have to see..." She gives him an earnest smile as she pulls a large white box out of the closet and sets it on his lap.

"Seriously!?!" Colson exclaims as his eyes almost bug out of his face when he lifts his gift up.

Inside the box is a beautiful, red, leather duffel bag. 5:3666 blazes out from it's side in a gleaming white. Diablo popping out on it's own from the shoulder strap pad.

"It's a fucking Balenciaga!! How the FUCK did you do this?" He asks in delighted amazement.

"I called in a favor. Demna made it especially for you after hearing Hotel Diablo." She smiles sweetly at him.

"You played him my fucking album??" He asks wildly.

"Well, no. I didn't play it for him personally but I sent him a copy. He'd asked for it in order to design the piece." Luna shrugs. "He fucking loved it by the way." She gives Colson that One Look that had solidified his love for her not even 3mnths ago.

"How the hell did I get so lucky with you?" He questions no one in particular as he pulls her naked body onto his.

They're in the middle of making out to his Thank Yous when Luna's alarm goes off. Colson whines for her to ignore it but she coaxes him to join her for a ShowerFuck instead. He obliges, learning early on in their relationship, it's better to fuck Luna out of town instead of fight her out of it.

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After their ShowerFuck, a few joints, a line of Adderall and three 30s, Luna heads downstairs dressed in black skinny jeans, a black printed tank, Docs and her usual jewelry. Colson and her carry on in tow. They find Ashley, Dom, Bullet and Skies roaming around the kitchen. They're flying out too but on a later flight to LA while Luna's headed to Stockton. It's a little under a 5hr flight, putting her in Charming around 330/4Pish.

"Alright, I'm outta here." Luna says once she gets the alert for her Uber. "I love you." She tells Colson with a kiss after exchanging GoodByes and Love with everyone else.

Colson slaps, grabs and holds onto Luna's ass cheek as he walks her out of the house to her waiting ride, shutting her door, he leans in for one more kiss, leaving an "I love you too." lingering on her lips.

Watching her Uber pull out of the driveway his heart starts to ache for her immediately. "She'll be back, Kells. She always comes back." He tries to convince himself, knowing it's true as he heads inside to post his gratitude to IG.

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"When your girl's got amazing style AND gnarly connects you get sweet custom gear. Thank you @balenciaga Not only am I honored that you listened to my album but I'm humbled and LOVE your interpretation!🙏🏽 Time to celebrate #hoteldiablo with this FRESH shit Letsssss gooooo Fam! 🏁😈🍾🖤"

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"Yo... You doin' anything today?" Colson asks Pete when he finds him in the kitchen with Trippie and the others that are awake.

"Nutten'. I was gonna stick around here until Monday or so if you don't care." Pete answers. "Where's Loons?" He asks, looking around for Colson's second appendage.

"She has some personal businesses to handle..." He quickly brushes him off, not wanting to talk about it. "Feel like shootin' a video? I got that Pop Up shop with Case but after that I'm tryin' to kick out a jawn for Candy." He looks between Pete and Trippie.

"Fuck yeah, man. Like Loco?" Pete asks with a smirk.

"Somethin' like that." Colson laughs. "You in, Trip?" He goes on to ask.

"One." Trippie nods as he lifts his hungover head and index finger up off of the counter.

"Word. You trying to ride to this Pop Up?" He asks to Pete's head shake. "Fuck you then... I'M OUT, BITCH!" Colson exclaims to everyone else's head pounding groans.

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Luna lands and rents a car, making sure to Snap Colson on her way to Charming. It's a little over a half an hour from the airport. She makes it to Teller-Marrow Automotive before 4P.

"BATTON DOWN THE HATCHES!! TROUBLE'S HOME!" Gemma declares with a wide grin as she slams her hand down on the old Chevy next to her at the sight of Luna.

"Hey, Gems." Luna can't help but smile as she's engulfed in the Mama Bear's hug.

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✴️Patti Smith and Gemma Teller-Marrow can not stand each other. Never could. Oddly enough, the old Biker Matriarch has a huge soft spot for the older Punk's granddaughter. Knowing Luna since she was a little kid, she's one of the few who are fully aware of the intimacy Luna shares with her son. Always preferring her over any other female Jackson has ever interacted with. Gemma's the real reason Luna came to Charming personally. The young rebel having a deep love for her and being wise enough to know what bridges to burn and which to not even dare to bring a spark around.✴️

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"What are you doin' here, Sweetie? Jax know you're comen'?" Gemma has a zillion questions.

"Yeeeah..." Luna says sheepishly as she looks down. "He knows."

"What's goin' on?" Gemma's tone changes as she props her hand on her hip.

"I'm getting married." Luna answers lowly as she holds out her hand to display the huge ruby that claims her soul.

Gemma's quiet as she takes Luna's hand and admires the gleaming ring. Luna's heart can't help but sink as she feels Gemma's disappointment. She can feel it all as the mother's hopes and dreams of Luna and Jackson's future together evaporate into the thick, California air around them.

"Serves him right for even getting involved with that cunt to begin with." Gemma coldly states before softly looking into Luna's eyes while still holding her hand. "You sure about this?" She asks as she obnoxiously flicks her manicured nail onto the brilliant stone, slightly embarrassing Luna by it's size as she gives a firm nod. "You're happy? He knows the deal and treats you right?" She asks with a gentle assertiveness to her questions.

"Yes. He's wonderful." Luna smiles dreamily.

"Good... Because you know what'll happen otherwise." She says with a deadly smirk. "You're staying for dinner, right?" Gemma doesn't ask as she throws her arm around Luna's shoulders.

"Yeah..." Luna nods again as she silently curses her life.

Pulling out her phone, Luna switches her flight from 6P to the next one at 10P. She's torn. Knowing that Colson's gonna be pissed while also knowing well enough to never decline an invitation to Family Dinner from Gemma Teller-Marrow.

"BOYS!!! BABY GATOR'S HOME FOR DINNER!!" Gemma shouts as she leads Luna inside the garage, making her cringe at the old nickname.

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Colson is in the Prospect East section of Cleveland when he catches Luna's Snap. The sight of her name on his screen makes his heart pound before he even clicks View.

"Fuuuuuuuck me." He smiles to himself at the sight of her, grinning wider at her words. His heart feels a slight ease for the first time since he shut the car door beside her. "She's YOURS." He reminds himself before Casie pulls on him.

"Dad. I don't wanna just stand here." His daughter complains.

"Okay, Peanut..." He answers as he focuses on his surroundings. "Wanna ring people up?" He asks as he narrows in on the cash register.

"Can I?" Casie asks with bright eyed enthusiasm.

"Yeah, Nut. Who else would I trust with our money?" He laughs as he leads her over to the register.

Colson proceeds to walk the floor. Interacting with excited fans as he helps them choose the perfect Hotel Diablo pieces to represent them personally. Taking pictures, signing fresh mech, chatting and answering thousands of questions. Appreciating more than anything the intense, intimate relationship he has with his fans.

"This is what it's all about." He thinks to himself as he graciously walks amongst his supporters.

Daaad..." Casie calls for him again.

"What's up, Kiddo?" He asks as he approaches her.

"I have my camera for a reason. Looney would be taking pictures if she was here. Not money." The not so little girl challenges her father.

"You're right..." He laughs as he extends his hand out to Casie.

Following her dad around, she grabs perfect, intimate shots of the fans inside the one time store. Having a natural eye, she knows what's genuine and what's bullshit. Wandering outside behind Colson, she continues to shoot what she finds interesting. Trying to grab a great shot, her camera jams.

"DAAAD!!!!" Casie hollers in a panic.

"It won't work!" She says with a frustrated tone as she smacks the back of Colson's arm to get his attention.

Colson bends down to help her. He has no clue what to do as Casie thrusts the camera up at him like he has ALL the answers. Making him silently hate Luna for leaving .

"Peanut, I don't know what I'm doing..." Colson admits with hesitation.

"Call Looney." His daughter demands out of frustration.

Leaning heavily over him, the driven girl makes sure he does what she says. Watching his fingers move around the flat screen until she sees Luna's face pop up.

"Call her." Casie demands again.

"OKAY." Colson chuckles at her demeanor as he hits call and kicks it on to speaker phone.

It rings through to both of their dismay. Pushing any bullshit out off his mind, Casie's dad suggest they Snap Luna. Pulling her in close for a selfie, they send their girl a simple message. Walking around again, Colson tries not to let his insecurities bug him... But we're all only human.

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It's not even 5P and The Clubhouse is in full celebration from Luna's unexpected arrival. Tig gripping her up for an over exaggerated Welcome and spin around. Once her feet are back on the floor, she takes a few shots with Bobby before coming around the bar to hug him while still bullshitting and filling him in on her and her grandmother's well being. Juice comes equipped with another huge hug and a joint for Luna as he also grabs a beer and another round of Welcome Home shots.

"EYYYE!! The wee one has returned!" Chibbs shouts as he embraces Luna. "Why the tattoos on your beautiful face though, Love?" He questions her as he holds her cheekbones carefully in between his weather beaten hands after their own Welcome.

"You sayen' I'm ugly, Chibby?" Luna gives him a playful half smile.

"A soul like yours could neva be ugly, My Dear." He reassures her with his heavy accent. "But... You're much prettier without... In my opinion." The old Irishman kindly whispers into her ear as he hugs her again.

Piney can barley breathe at the sight of Luna. It's been a couple years and a lot of tattoos since he last saw her. Sitting on his large lap, she wraps her arms around him for a soul swallowing bear hug and sweet nuzzle.

"Why you here, Kid? I know Patti doesn't want you around Gemma's toxic bullshit." Piney asks her directly, never one to fuck around.

"I'm getting married..." Luna says quietly. "And I wanted to tell Jax personally." She explains as she lightly drops her engaged finger onto her lap for him to see.

"You've always been a good one." Piney says as he takes in a deep breath off of his oxygen tank, knowing all too well the relationship between Jackson and Luna. Looking down at the ring, he's unimpressed. "He's a good one too?" He asks as his tone drops. "Not a junkie like the other?" The old vet holds no punches with his questions. "You know you don't need money or protection, Luna. You need loyalty and soul." The old man firmly advises her.

"No. I know... And he's good." Luna answers as she kisses the top of Piney's balding head. "I wouldn't be here if he wasn't." In her soul, she doesn't believe that she's giving off half truths to one of her grandmother's oldest friends.

"You know what'll happen if not." Piney says firmly, coughing at the idea.

"Let her go, Pop." Opie interupts them to Luna's appreciation. "We're not 15yrs old anymore." He sighs out as he takes Luna's hand and she rises from his dad's lap.

"Don't let him fool you, I'll always be 15." Luna beams at the old man as she kisses his still observing cheek.

"You're such a fucking kiss ass." Opie calls her out as they walk away.

"Fuuuck you. I love your dad, Asshole." Luna laughs as they head towards the bar. "Where's Jax?" She asks as some random girl hands them bottles of Budweiser. "Seriously? We haven't moved up in taste?" She cocks her lip at Opie as she takes a swig of the grossness in her hand.

"Some thing's never change." He shrugs as he guzzles America's beer.

"I guess... Maybe it's the acholic in me that'll take the 8.5% over some bullshit 4..." Luna smirks as she eyes Opie and swigs her own.

"You're such an Asshole." He looks over at her with a half grin as he finishes his water that's called beer.

"Yes." Luna nods her head laughing. "That's never gonna change either, Bro." She states as she kisses the side of his burly arm.

"So, why are you here?" Opie finally cuts through the shit, much like his father.

"Honestly?" Luna sighs.

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✴️ Luna and Opie's relationship goes far beyond friendship. It's so deep that they consider each other brother and sister without hesitation. Luna appreciating him in the same glorious light that she holds for the other three men in her life that she calls her Brothers. Jackson being the only hem in their thick lining. Considering himself a brother to both Luna and Jackson, the months leading up to the summer of '08, when had Luna came home to Tara, sent Opie into an anxiety induced spiral. Making him withdrawal from Jax just when he needed him the most. Forcing Jackson to grip tighter onto Tara as an anchor in the swirling world of the aftermath of his father's death the previous summer. Watching their connection grow was frustrating, confusing and upsetting to Opie. Only to make him angry when an unknowing Luna came back home 4mnths later to be shocked and heartbroken by the new, unexpected relationship. It had always been Luna and Opie, since that first summer when she turned 8yrs old. Jackson had tagged along but Luna had lived in the cabin with Piney and Opie for eight summers. Sharing bunkbeds and joints. Fears and secrets. Trusting every ounce of one another as they grew up in each other's hands. Opie and Luna had spent the Summer of '08 together, just the two of them. Riding, surfing, partying at Smurf's and all over The Coast while causing immense destruction with their uncontrollable souls and broken hearts. Both pissed in the silent knowing that it was the last summer that Luna would spend in Charming because of Jackson's choices and actions. It never hindered their relationship though. Luna coming back home for not only Opie and Donna's small wedding, the birth of both her niece and nephew but also their birthdays every year until Luna's mourning sabbatical.✴️

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"I'm getting married." Luna says softly as she looks into Opie's eyes. "I wanted to tell Jax personally so....." Her voice trails as she looks away.

"To the Cleveland guy you've got that song with?" Opie asks honestly, trying to connect the dots.

"Yeah... His name is Colson." Luna answers with a nod as she swigs her weak ass beer. "Can I get something stronger, please?" She asks as she throws her hands up in frustration.

"You just met him, didn't you?" Opie questions her.

"Technically... Yes. But ACTUALLY no." Luna answers as she reaches for the double shot of Jack that the bartender has so kindly placed on the bar for her. "I kinda ran into him YEARS ago when I was first with Justin.... Then we caught back up annnnnnnnd....." Luna shrugs her shoulders as she takes a smooth sip of her actual acholic beverage. "Shit happens."

"Shit always happens with you, Loons." Opie laughs as he shakes his head. "When do I get to meet him? Am I invited to the wedding? You know I gotta put that reaper fear in his heart beforehand. That's MY JO..."

"Who needs to fear The Reaper? Where we spreadin' that shit?" Jackson asks as he walks up on to Opie and Luna. Tossing his arms over their shoulders, his kisses Luna's cheek with an easy "What's up, Baby Gator?"

"Hey..." Luna greets him as she uncomfortably wiggles out from under him and shoots Opie an Eye. "Uhhhmmm... You got a minute?" Luna asks Jackson with a hesitation in her voice.

"Yeah, let's take a ride." He answers nonchalantly as he grabs Luna's hand and pulls her through The ClubHouse.

Clay sits watching as they disappear. He's the only person Luna avoided greeting personally. She's doesn't like him but she's not rude to him out of respect and fear of Gemma. Not the patch. Luna's one of the very few in The World who doesn't fear The Reaper. ONLY Gemma.

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"Uhhhmm... Do you still have my bike?" She asks as they hit the garage door.

"REALLY?" Jackson turns to her with a tone of annoyance.

"I built that fucker from the ground up!! If it's live, I wanna ride that shit!" Luna exclaims.

"Relax!" Jackson counters with a laugh at her stubbornness, thinking he's falling a bit more in love with her but it's only the nostalgia of The Bike and Luna's presence mixed together.

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✴️ Luna, Jackson and Opie had started the rebuild in '05, just before Luna had turned 13yrs old. Luna insisting they put it on hold while she was gone. Piney had kept it oiled throughout the winter, Luna making him proud when she came back the following summer and finished it up. It's the same bike Jackson had taught her how to ride on. The same summer he showed her how to handle multiple kinds of guns. It was also the same summer she had popped her cherry with him and reunited with The Cody Boys. Looking back, there's no doubt that the Summer of 2005 changed the course of Luna's life. Easily, on a shining morning filled with water and sand. It's also the same bike she went wild on in the Summer of '08 with Opie. It's HER bike. SHE built it, SHE learned on it and SHE confirmed her independence with it. In the dark, without even Opie. Rolling down the PCH on too many nights to count. Alone✴️

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"You're in luck... The Old Man loves you." Jackson flashes his charming grin at her as he pulls the cover off of her bike.

"Oh, shit!! Really!?!" She laughs with a huge smile as Jackson rolls her baby out. "I can't believe it, Dude!" She exclaims as she runs her hands over the sleek white and baby blue colored metal.

"Get on..." He encourages her as she easily swings her leg over and settles comfortably onto the worn out seat that cups her ass. "You look good." He smirks with his blue eyes teasing her. "Let's ride."

"Alright, gimme a minute. Grab yours, I'll be out in a sec." Luna says as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

Luna knows she needs to call Colson about her flight change. Clicking her phone on there's a Snap from him.

"I have to pee..." Luna says as she jumps off of her bike and heads back into The ClubHouse towards the bathroom leaving a clueless Jackson behind.

"Oooohh.... I love them." Luna's heart giggles as her face splits into a huge smile at Colson's maniacal look and Casie's sweet face.

She calls them but it rings through to her slight irritation. It seems like they can never catch each other when they're apart. Shooting a Snap, she heads back into the garage. Climbing onto her bike, she wheels it out towards Jackson. Catching his eye as she rolls up next to him.

"One of the better investments I've made in my life." He nods with a cool smile, Luna not knowing whether he's talking about the bike or her.

"You ready?" She asks with an unamused tone.

Jackson's smile and the roar of his bike indicates that, Yes, he's Ready To Go. He can't help but watch as Luna fires her own up with ease. His dick growing hard as he watches her face fall into a smile of content as it's familiar rumble rattles deep into her bones. He always thought she was at her best with a bike between her legs and a Glock in her hand.

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Colson gets Luna's Snap as he's heading into the house to grab Pete. They're supposed to meet Trippie DownTown at a specific location they have blocked off. Casie pushes passed him as he checks it.

"10P... What the fuck is 10P??" Colson's brain immediately freaks out. Calling Luna, she doesn't answer. "I will fucking kill them....." He starts to spin out. "She said she'd be back tonight... A 10P flight is NOT tonight." Colson's throat starts to close as he becomes angrier.

"What's goin' on, Buddy?" Pete asks as he comes up to Colson.

"She's with fucking Jackson and her flight isn't until 10 fucking PM." Colson unloads without thinking.

"Loons?" Pete asks slightly confused but more to confirm.

"Yeah, fucking Loons." Colson snaps back.

"Alright, chill out..." Pete says as he puts his hands up. "It's not the end of The World... This Jackson Guy, I've met him. Yeah, he's blonde and hot like you but he rides a motorcycle... What are they gonna do on a motorcycle?" Pete asks, thinking he's helping.

"Uh, I don't know... Wrap her fucking legs and body around him!?!" Colson shouts.

"But it's from the back... She can't stick her baby maker into his ass... It doesn't work that way." Pete says as he throws his hands up again with his logic.

"Just shut the fuck up..." Colson growls at him in aggravation.

"Ahhh, C'mon... You REALLY think Loons is gonna pull some shit on you?" Pete says as he gives him a You're Fucking Stupid look.

"Wouldn't be there first time." Colson mutters.

"What?" Pete cocks his head towards Colson quickly. "Nah... You two are inseparable. She ain't like that either... So... What the fuck are you tawken' bout?" His Stanton Island accent immediately kicking in.

"Nothen'... I'm just buggen' let's go grab Trip..." Colson tries to change the conversation and push Pete out the door.

Pete starts again "Nah, man... What th..."

"DAD. Are you ready?" Casie comes into the kitchen, looking at him and Pete.

"Yeah... C'mon, we out." Colson shoots Pete an Eye before grabbing his new bag.

"This ain't over." Pete says sternly once him and Colson are shoulder to shoulder and out of Casie's ear shot.

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"Here? REALLY...?" Luna sighs as she straddles her bike between her legs before kicking it onto it's stand so she can sit. "Why would you bring us here?" She asks as she plays with her hands.

"Why wouldn't I?" Jackson counters with his snide blue eyes sparkling in the low afternoon sun.

"I fucking hate him so much." Luna's insides rage.

"You know, don't you." Luna's question stopping all of his games in their tracks.

"Know what?" He asks coyly as he skips a rock out into the open road ahead of them.

"For real?" She asks with disbelief as she climbs off of her bike.

"Say it." Jackson turns, making their eyes meet. "Say it." He repeats himself as the hints of green spark out of his deep blue eyes from the emotions he's trying to hide.

"I'm getting married, Jackson." Luna huffs out, with an annoyance she truly didn't want while more than their eyes connect.

"Alright... Fine. But, until then c'mon." Jackson grins as he pulls Luna down the hill.

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"That's RIGHT!! We'd convinced Unser that Donaldson was blind and had no idea how many Reese's he was buying or not buying!!" Jackson laughs deeply.

Luna's sitting with Jackson on the rocks by the ocean. They're close to the spot where they had shared their first kiss. Now, almost 15yrs later, they only share joints and old stories. The water giving off an intense energy as it rocks, waves and pushes against the shoreline aggressively. Grabbing her hand, Jackson studies the expensive piece that sits on her finger.

"The girl I knew would've never wore anything like this." He says lowly.

"The girl you KNEW... Was a CHILD." Luna scoffs as she pulls her hand away angrily from his truth.

Sitting silently, there's too many unspoken words between the two of them. Heartbreaks that burned too deep. Promises that broke too hard. Along with unforgiven Sorry's and long remaining regrets.

"You know it's because of you, right... You're unhappy..." Jackson states flatly as he looks into the swirling waters.

"What?" Luna asks as she cocks her head towards him.

"The water rages with the moon... And YOU are named after The Moon... LUNA." Jackson looks over at her as he licks his lips with a satisfied smile. "You're gonna tell me you're happy?" He half asks as he slides his hand across her jawbone.

Jackson presses his mouth against Luna's. Pushing his wet, firm tongue into her mouth. For a second they connect like synergy, Luna easily falling into his hold like she had in her grandmother's penthouse. Jackson taking full advantage of her weakness for him as his hands grasp the face of the girl that he's missed for so many years.

"You're not mine." Luna quickly pushes him off of her with a stoned slur and a shake of her head, recognizing that the familiarity of his mouth is not HER familiar mouth. "We've gotta get to dinner." Luna states as she stands up and brushes the sand off of her ass and hands before making her way up the hill.

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"Tell me THIS is what you want." Jackson says as he grabs Luna's left wrist and pulls her closer to him with his other hand by the small of her back.

"What? THIS like US? Or like, THIS as in me and Colson and the multiple rings, tattoos and other items I rock on my body for him?" Luna asks with a scowl. "I don't know where you got confused... But, the last time I saw you, I had a boyfriend. We got engaged... Annnnnnnnd from what I gather..." Luna sighs and rolls her eyes. "It's a pretty big fucking deal to The World, so I flew the fuck down HERE to tell you in person instead of letting you find out on the Internet or some other shit... Which apparently you already DID, so it doesn't fucking matter. Shit, Jax... I thought I was doing the right thing here. Obviously fucking not." Luna huffs with annoyance as she fishes a Newport out of her bag.

"I didn't think it would last. And it's fast as shit..." Jackson shrugs. "I don't know... Maybe I thought you'd float around for once...?"

"Float around...? What the fuck do you mean Float Around?" Luna pulls on her Newport hard before exhaling a large cloud of offended smoke.

"I don't know... Like date diff..." He doesn't even get to finish his sentence.

"What!?!" She cuts him off. "No. Why would you think that?? Justin fucking KILLED himself, Jackson. He didn't just fucking break up with me one day and move out. HE LEFT HIMSELF HANGING IN OUR FUCKING BEDROOM AND ME WITH OUR WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!" Luna's screaming as tears pour down her face. "I stayed single because I HAD TO. I didn't want to Float AROUND because I couldn't even STAND THE IDEA OF ANYONE FUCKING TOUCHING ME!!" Luna's hands are flying like annoyed hummingbirds as she continues to scream at Jackson. "FUUUUUCK!!! I even tried again with you. I don't know why it didn't click. I can't help that and I'm sorry. But in all honesty, I was lucky enough to run back into someone that I have a CRAZY connection to without even speaking... And you know what? Considering that it's been more then 10yrs since YOU CHEATED ON ME, you can go fuck yourself. I don't owe you shit when it comes to explaining our relationships to each other. This was a FUCKING courtesy and I'm goin' to fuckin' dinner." Luna takes another long drag off of her 100 before flicking it so that it purposely zips just past Jackson.

Stalking away, she climbs on to her bike. Shooting him a nasty eye, she fires it up and is off without a second thought.

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"Fuuuuuuuck.... That did not go how I wanted... She's lying to herself about the click. I know she felt it just now and in New York.... If she marries him, I'm gonna lose her forever. Justin was a fucking fluke. There's no way she'd pick two dumbasses in a row." Jackson weighs the odds as he climbs on his bike and follows behind Luna.

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Colson is walking around DownTown Cleveland with Casie, Pete, Trippie, AJ and their friend Miles. Infiltrating the streets and fucking with the youth culture. They only get to bang because they're legit hometown Assholes. Anyone else would've been dirted. Easily. With a camera presented, the tiny hard asses easily engage once they recognize Pete and The Ohio Natives. Miles and AJ catching a load of footage of a ton of different kids. BECAUSE WE'RE ALL DIFFERENT.

Dressed in pink, with a long suit jacket, Colson takes his place on the sidewalk as Miles shoots him. Using the pharmacy they rented and blocked off, they shoot the rest of the video in and around it. Using Colson, Trippie, Pete and the kids that the parent's signed off on it. AJ's loose footage being used during editing.

Colson, Pete and Trippie gather for a pic. Colson copies and Snaps it to Luna before they begin to celebrate their success. After a while, Colson annoyance takes over. He hasn't spoken to Luna all day, other than Snaps. Colson collects his stuff and Casie with frustration. She skips alongside him asking about Luna as he grips his bag. It only makes his annoyance grow.

"When's she coming home?" Casie asks as she bounces alongside her father.

"I don't know." Colson answers as his jaw clenches and everything inside of him RAGES. "C'mon Peanut. We goin' home." He keeps his calm as he grabs his daughter's hand.

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"He fed the dog fucking METH!!" Tig bellows as they pass the salad around.

"You said to get him high... So, I did!" Juice shrugs with a laugh.

"He bit my FUCKING ass!" Tig exclaims as he's about to drop his pants as evidence.

"We believe you, Baby." Gemma coaxes him as she tugs his pants up. "We gotta special dinner... Our Girl's Home!" She exclaims with pride. "Come. Eat."

Gemma's dinner table is like no other. She knows what grounds she owns, along with anything else as she smokes her brisket. There are men that run things and then there's Gemma. Don't ever be foolish to mistake the two.

"Holy FUUUUCK..." Bobby moans as he bites into his sandwich.

With everyone gathered together, it's Gemma, Luna, Jax, the rest of The Club alongside Donna and the kids. They enjoy Gemma's cooking along with their commentary. Balls are busted and throat's are jokingly cut. Stories being happily exchanged. Including the job where Luna took the solid bullet through her shoulder. Now notoriously known amongst the family as The Hit. Too many opinions and thoughts being passed on that subject, they roll on. The table continues to flow, talking of upcoming community family events as more jokes are tossed around. It's the mention of Luna's engagement that stops everyone.

"WHAT?" Gemma questions their silence. "He fucked up..." She shrugs as she sips her cocktail, her stomach having no need for food. "We gonna act like he didn't?" She challenges not only Luna and Jackson but also Piney and Opie. "He FUCKING had her... And he fucked up."

"Yeah, Ma. I did. But I was fucked up when I when I lost her... Dad had just died... You and Clay were..."

"Me and Clay were fucking WHAT?' Gemma demands from her son.

"Nothing." Jackson sighs in frustration, knowing to not cross his mother.

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Standing outside after finishing up dinner, Luna and Opie are sharing a joint. Luna can't help but be relieved of not feeling the obligation to inform anyone else personally regarding her marriage plans.

"Look, I'm getting married for real in Cleveland. I think it's the 29th but don't quote me." Luna swallows hard as she looks at the nonsense around them. "I never wanted this spectical... But I'd love for you and Donna to be there. Piney too if he can... If you can't, I'm doing it again at Colson's Annual Festival like a week later for friends... It could be fun..." Her hopefulness trailing off before sighing as she laces her fingers inside Opie's. "I just wanna be me and him." Luna thinks of Colson wistfully as she grips Opie's hand. "Can't I have just him...? I know he wants the same thing." Luna shrugs. "So what's the fucking problem?" She asks.

"Gemma." Opie states.

"That's not fair....." Luna trails.

"Nothing in this life is fair, Luna. You haven't learned that yet?" Opie counters her with the awful truth.

"Hey..." Jackson calls out as he cautiously approaches them.

"Hey." Luna and Opie answer in unison.

"I need to talk to Luna alone..." Jackson trails.

A simple look between Op and Luna gives him the sense of space. He loves Jackson. The way a man should love his bestfriend. He also loves Luna. Feeling more inclined to protect her first, he walks away with a slight hesitation as he leaves them alone.

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Jackson and Luna have been outside for the last 20mins. Beginning as an apology from Jackson, they had slipped naturally into their uniquely intimate history. Leading Jackson to ask Luna again if it's Colson that she truly wants. Her answer being a firm Yes. Followed by her interpretation of their painful, heart staking truth.

"Nothing will ever compare to Us... You are who I began with. Nothing will ever be the things we were or did together.... Or that I learned with you." Heavy tears are dropping from Luna's eyes as her breath shudders. "You're my first... For A LOT of Things... If not EVERYTHING." Luna gasps at their memories. "And I will always love you... But you're not mine anymore." She whimpers lowly. "You haven't been for a long time because you made that choice. Years ago, Jax. Not me." She sniffles as she pulls Jackson's face into hers, kissing him hard on the mouth before getting into her rental and shutting the door.

Jackson knocks on her window as Luna shakes her head. Putting the car in reverse, she disappears down the driveway without saying GoodBye to anyone else. Rolling out of his sight, for who knows how long this time.

Luna having a knack for running away from boys and leaving them confused and lost in her wake. No. Is the only similar thought they share in that moment. For seperate reasons.

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Luna gets back to Cleveland around 2A. Landing back at Hopkins International, she finally checks her phone. There's a missed call and Snap from Colson.

Luna can't help the grin on her face as she catches an Uber home to Colson's. It's been a long day and all she wants is to be held by him. That's it.

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The house is still raging from Hotel Diablo's success when Luna walks in. There's a shit ton and all of them are fuck face wasted, with randos filling the house.

"Yo." Luna calls to Colson while he's sat, with his legs wide on the pool table as different girls fawn all over him. "You FUCKING done?" She asks with an attitude, more frustrated with herself than him.

"Kitten...." Colson's off the pool table and in front of Luna before she can bitch anymore. "What's good?" He drunkenly asks her as he pulls her in for a sloppy kiss.

"Don't fucking Kitten me." Luna counters with a smirk after she kisses Colson, staking her claim to any fool in sight.

"But you're my baaaaa-by...." Colson slurs as he drops kisses all over Luna's face.

"Let's go upstairs then...." She lightly giggles as she persuades him.

Standing at the bottom step Luna looks at Colson. One Look and he's done.

"I'M OUT!!" Colson shouts to the random girl's groans.

Luna looks over her shoulder as Colson grabs her hand. Heading up the stairs together, it's one of the better decision both have made in the last 24hrs.

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To be continued....

[maiface23]

"Can I try something?"

My first fanfiction, hope it's good!

Warning: Smut

You and David are having a relaxing time on the cloud couch at his house. You're slumped to the side with your legs across his lap, david sitting up with one of his hands resting on your leg, and the other on his phone. Your watching tv, not really sure what's going on, you're just injoying the company with your man.

You nodice David keeps smiling at something on his phone, you get curious because he always shares with you whatever he finds amusing, so instead of waiting for him, you ask.

"Hey, what's funny?"

David looks up over to you

"Nah, it's nothing Y/N. Just something Zane sent me"

You are still intrested in what was sent, but you decide to let it go, you think to yourself if it was really that funny, he would have shown you, so it must not be that important. You turn your attention back to the tv and start watching once more.

About an hour goes by, and you see David set his phone down next to him, and starts to watch whatever is on tv just like you.

A minute later, you feel his body get tense. He grips your leg his hand was resting on, and starts to stroke you. You look up knowing exactly what his intention becomes. David does not have a poker face when it comes to playing it cool. You know every part of his body and you know how he ticks. So you instantly get excited. It's been some time since you and David did anything besides kissing, there's always people around, or one of you is always busy in your work. So you let him touch you however he likes

David leans over from sitting to laying on his side towards you, his mouth in your ear,

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" He whispers

No one is home, so there's no reason for him to whisper other than trying to turn you on, which ofcorse works. You smile at him

"Yes I do" you say softy, trying to not be too egar

He gives you a kiss on the cheek, then sits back up. He lowers your legs off his lap, and precedes to stand up. He extends his arm and offers to help you up off the couch, and you place your hand into his.

You follow him to his room, hand still in his, your heart is pounding. You love everytime his hands are on your body, not just to cuddle you, but to please you. He always knows exactly how to make you feel good.

"Shut the door" he says

His voice getting deeper, he's already turned on and you haven't even touched him yet, it's almost feels like he had some up his sleeve, something he's been thinking about for quite some time.

You listen to his command and shut the door.

He then turns to you, gripping your waist, he pulls you close and bites his lip. You think to yourself, how is this man so cute, you feel his innocence through his smile, yet you know what he is capable of, the things hes done to you would make Satan himself blush. He kisses you passionately. You love his lips on yours, his warmth is so inviting, you could go without air just to keep your lips to his.

You kiss him back, gripping his hair. You can now feel his heart racing, his excitment. Your lips detach and he makes his way down to your neck, you can feel the stubble on his face rub against your chest.

"Mmmm..." you sigh

Suddenly, he starts to take off your over sized hoodie, leaving you in just your matching black underwear and laced bra. He stops for a moment to admire his view. Then to proceeds to kiss your neck. Slowly undoes your bra strap, leaving your tits free for his touch. He's taking it painfully slow you thought, wishing he was already inside you, but that's what he loves to do. he loves when your body is practically begging for his, and even though you wish he was fucking you at this very moment, you still love it. You try to take charge and rip his black tshirt off. by doing so, you make him let out his infectionist laugh.

David speaks again "someone seems egar. Already wanting more, don't we babe?" He smiles waiting for your response

"I miss You inside me so much, David" you tell him

"You want me inside you right now Y/N?" His voice is shaking.

Your words spoke straight to his obviously hard dick. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, picking you up. You just now realized you having even touched his king sized bed yet, and you're already dripping wet between your legs with anticipation.

He carries you over to his bed and drops you on your back right in the middle of his white bed covers. Hes hovering over you, taking another moment looking down at you, admiring his view once again. You give him no time and pull at his pants belt loop, trying to make him fall on top of your needing body.

He laughs again as your move works "wow, you really do miss my dick, babe. Don't you?"

You moan softly, hoping he understood your answer to his question.

He finally starts to touch your body again. Giving you kisses all the way down. He finally pulls off your underwear, and waste no time putting his head into your wet heat.

You let out a gasp, finally getting what you've been waiting for from him. Injoying every moment of his mouth, licking and flicking your clit with his tounge. You grab his brown soft hair, using his head to keep you steady. You feel him insert two of his long fingers into your hole

"Fuck..." you cry out

He looks up and smiles at you "you like that, baby? Do you want more?"

"Y-yes, please. I-I want you" you moan

He smiles again "you have to cum for me first before I put my dick in you"

His words echo into your soul, and you know in that moment you aren't far away from your orgasm

He puts his head back in between your legs, doing all the right moves to push you over your edge. He knows all the right buttons to press. Suddenly, your body begins to build pressure into your groin. Higher, and higher untill...

You gasp "uhhhh FUCK"

you collapse around his fingers that were fucking you, and his mouth what was eating you for dinner.

You take a moment to breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds, you feel the bed shifting. Opening your eyes, you look up, and David has already sprung his hard dick free from his shorts. Thankfully he waste no one once again and fill your pussy with his size.

"Damn you're soaked" he says with a whisper

He continues "if I knew you'd get this wet for me, I wouldn't have waited this long to fuck you" he smiles again and barries his face into your neck, giving you kisses

You smile too holding his head to your chest "it's cause you love to tortcher me"

You can feel him grinning into your neck, his 5 o'clock shadow scratching your collar bone.

Finally after giving you a minute to adjust to his size, he starts to slowly move inside you. U throw your head back and close your eyes again, relishing the moment. You've missed him on top of you so much, and you finally have him again. You open your eyes and see hesitation on his face, he's still moving slowly.

"What is it?" You moan, still horny but now confused.

He looks up into your eyes

"Can I try something?" He says, you not knowing what he means

"Y-Yeah... you can..." you hesitate too, not knowing what he's about to do

Suddenly, while his dick is still inside you, he lifts both legs up, and adjusts his hands in both of your knee pits. He puts all of his weight onto your legs, it pushes them all the way back next to your head, your knees now touching the blanket you're laying on top of.

"Holy shit" you say to him

You aren't a flexable person, so the fact your body bent to his will the way it did surpised you

"Are you ready..?" He says, smiling and biting his lip

"P-please just f-fuck me" you say to him studdering, just wanting him to make you cum again.

He starts to move slowly again, but then picks up pace fairly quickly. He starts pounding into you as hard as he could.

"Ahhhh FUCK!" you shout.

The un expecting feeling of his intire dick ramming you comes to you as a shock. You've never felt anything like this before. But the feeling is so un barely good you never want him to stop.

"Are you okay??" He says out of breath, but still fucking you hard

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck!" You say to him, wanting to reassure him what he's doing is what you want, but not able to make sentences any longer.

You start to feel an orgasm building once again, but this time it was different, stronger, but better. You didn't even think that was possible. David has always known what to do to your body, how you like it, you really didn't think it could get better, but at this moment, you knew that was no longer true.

You start to scream "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" You yell With every stroke he took

and the louder you screamed, the faster he got. Eventually, he was so fast you couldn't finish a word

"Fu- fu- fu- fu- fu- fuck!" You moan out, almost in tears with the pleasure David was bringing you.

Then all of a sudden, your exploding orgasm caught you by surpise. And you fall apart below him. You gasp trying to catch your breath. you know that david knows you reached your high, but he doesn't stop pounding into you.

"Fuck david, what the fuck, holy shit!" You say to him,

"You wanted me to fuck you, didnt you, Y/N?" He says out of breath, not losing his rythem. your heart racing as fast as it possibly could his hands are still in your knee pits and he still hasn't slowed down. The feeling he's giving you is un describable that eventually you can't think, and you feel like your vision becomes burrly. So you tilt your head back and close your eyes, Letting david beautifully destroy your pussy. But even then, that doesn't take the dizzy spells away. It feels like you just took 15 tequila shots just before, but you knew you were as sober as you possibly could be.

You cry out to david "I can't take it much longer! Fuck! David! Fuck!"

Almost in tears, your body doesn't understand how to react. It's the best feeling you've ever had, but it's starting to be too powerful.

"Oh my gawd, babe!" he moans

After david hears your cries, he falls apart on top of you. Cuming inside you. He finally starts to slow his pace down, releasing your legs, letting them drop to his sides. He takes his dick out and slowly lays next to you, holding you.

"That was so insane" David says with his eyes now close, and his breathing trying to gain control

"W-what the hell was that?" You ask him.

Still shocked by the relentless fucking he just did. You guys have never had sex like that before, but it crossed your mind, that probably was the best sex you've had. You start to wonder where that all came from.

David laughs into your shoulder, he finally caught up with his breathing and is now back to normal.

"No but really, where did that come from"? You ask

"Remember when I was on my phone?"he asks you

You nod.

"Well, basically I just gave you drunk dick" he says, letting out his signature david dobrik laugh

You turn to look him, not understanding the joke, still confused. And wanting more of an explanation.

He continues "I read that you can make a girl feel drunk when you have sex with her in that position, and I wanted to see if that was true."

You let out a laugh, you can't believe he was looking up in his phone new ways to please you.

"So did it?" David asks

"Did what?" U say to him

"Did u feel drunk?" He asks again

You laugh again "well... yeah. I actually did" you say to him

His smile stretches from ear to ear. Proud he accomplished his mission he set out to do.

You finish saying to him "next time you want to try something new, can you give me a heads up?" You say jokingly. Stroking his hair, still resting on your shoulder.

"Since when do I ruin surpises, Y/N? Have you met me?" He says, following his statement, was another laugh.

You then continue to cuddle on the bed, and started watching the movie 50 first dates, and continue to injoy your company with him the rest of the night