#im so tempted to actually make this jacket

[pine-needle-scuffle]

draw your fursona in cool outfits, its fun

[lockefanfic]

Truth

The following can be considered an alternate ending to the Business Trip series - although it can just as easily be read on its own. :)

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The first few weeks together as an official couple were wonderful. Honeymoon phase and all that. Moving in together, domestic bliss. Fucking like rabbits, of course. But problems arose - became noticeable, and then unavoidable. Two of them, actually.

Problem 1: Your job.

Problem 2: Her job.

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Problem 1: You’d thought business trips were a thing of the past. They weren’t.

You were happy to put the little adventure you’d had in Seoul and Tokyo behind you. Since then you’d done your best to decline any opportunities to engage in similar trips - feigning illness, sending underlings in your place, handling as many meetings as you could remotely. These days your life consisted of long, sometimes draining days at the office - a far cry from the brushes with danger and law enforcement that characterized your most recent trip overseas. Your days at work were boring and mundane now, but you were at home, and that was what mattered.

Home, after all, was where she was.

Regardless, the allure of another trip still came calling every now and then, tempting you, enticing you into spending a couple of weeks or months overseas where anything could - and sometimes did - happen. 

Sometimes that allure took physical form. Sometimes it came waltzing into your office wearing a tight blouse and a pencil skirt. Sometimes it was named Shin Ryujin. Other days it was named Hwang Yeji, or Lee Chaeryeong. Today, as with most days, it was named Shin Yuna.

“Ryujin and Yeji are on-site in Busan, and Chaeryeong is in Seoul, waiting for her flight to join them. Lia sustained injuries in our last operation and isn’t medically cleared for this one, but she’s recovering well. Ryujin has begin surveillance on our competitors’ teams - codenamed New Jeans and Le Sserafim - and she is ready to proceed with next steps once you arrive,” Yuna says, eagerness evident in the tone of her moderately Korean-accented english. “Shall I make travel arrangements for us to join them?”

For the first time since she walked into your office you look up from the reports on your laptop. You don’t miss the small bite the young woman is giving her lower lip, nor the way she has crossed her legs and begun leaning her wide hips against your desk. It takes more restraint than you were willing to admit not to steal a glance at her long pantyhose-clad legs and the tight charcoal pencil skirt they led to. You find the self-control to keep eye contact with your eager young executive assistant, even if her body language and tone of voice made her intentions clear and easy to read.

“Give me a second to finish reviewing Ryujin’s report,” you answer, returning your full attention to the screen in front of you. “I’ll confirm whether I need to be on-site by end of day, and if so you can make the necessary arrangements then.” 

Despite her best efforts, Yuna can’t hide the small twinge of disappointment that makes its way across her soft features. She’d been looking forward to the thirteen hour flight with you and the opportunities it would present.

“Oh, and…” she begins, her tone a little less upbeat now that you’d at least temporarily dampened her excitement. “You have a visitor. It’s Detective-”

“Let her in,” you interrupt. Yuna frowns, offers a short bow - a lingering habit from her Korean upbringing - and steps back toward the door to your office. She swings it open, and you catch the look of disdain on her features when she waves in your visitor.

Im Nayeon pushes past Yuna and into the office. She gives Yuna a sharp look as she passes the younger woman, and even from your chair you can sense the venom in it. The detective sits down in the chair opposite your desk, legs and arms crossed. She is dressed plainly, in a short denim skirt and a leather jacket, the glimmer of her badge on a chain around her neck the only clue as to her profession. She drops a large paper bag onto your desk.

“Please let me know if you need anything else, sir-”

“That will be all, Yuna,” you answer. 

Before your executive assistant has a chance to close the door, Nayeon turns her head and squeezes in one last shot.

“Cancel his next hour, Miss-” 

“My name is Yuna,” the young woman at the door answers, crossing her arms, scowl painted on her lips.

“Whatever,” Nayeon retorts, flatly. “Clear his schedule for the next hour. Oh, and do be a dear and lock the door.”

Out of the corner of your eye you catch two things - the barely restrained scoff on Yuna’s lips, and the satisfied sneer on Nayeon’s. With one last look of scorn directed at the back of the detective’s head, the younger Korean woman closes the door with a little more force than was necessary. The click of the lock engaging follows shortly after, as does the heavier than usual click-clack of her heels as she stomps away in obvious irritation.

“You have a thing for executive assistants with hips,” Nayeon observes. “Although this one’s much more of a brat than the last one.”

“Be nice,” you say, although you can’t keep the smirk from appearing on your lips as you continue to scroll through the report on your laptop. “She grew up in Korea, so she’s useful whenever I’m in-country. And she’s not a bad person.”

“I know,” Nayeon relents. “But the more of a cunt I am to her, the more she gets off on being a little fucktoy for you. I bet she gets off on thinking that you’re fucking her without me knowing. I bet it makes her so wet.”

Your smirk turns into a slim smile, and it becomes difficult to keep your eyes on the report in front of you.

“Am I wrong?” she contests.

“No,” you admit, finally turning to give her your full attention. “In fact, I’m about to hop on a plane with her to Korea in a couple of days. I expect it will be an… eventful flight.”

“Good,” Nayeon states, satisfied. “I bet she’ll be a good little girl for you, now that she’s received another reminder of how much you need some time away from your queen bitch of a girlfriend.”

She smiles - this one warm, soft - the smile that caught you in its clutches all those years ago and never let go. She turns momentarily to face the door.

“Oh, yeah, baby, fuck, you’re so big in me, fuck me! Fuck, this is the best dick I’ve ever had!” she exclaims in faux-pleasure, ensuring she was loud enough for the exasperated executive assistant sitting just outside your door to hear. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We can fuck at home later. I just wanted to piss her off,” Nayeon admits, a sly smile on her lips. “Anyway, pull up House of the Dragon?”

“Already on it,” you answer, swinging your laptop screen around so you can both watch. Nayeon pulls containers of take-out sushi from the paper bag.

She swaps your salmon for her tamago.

She leans over your desk as she passes you your chopsticks. She gives you a warm kiss, and the smile she leaves on your lips stays there for the rest of the day.

---

Even after all these years, she never tired of the collar and its leash.

It was showing signs of wear, of course - the bright fire engine red had faded into a softer, paler shade, the chain was no longer as shiny, and there was more than one set of her teeth marks on it from particularly frisky sessions - but she never missed a chance to put it on when the mood struck, and you never missed a chance to put it on her.

For now you are content to let the chain dangle freely in your left hand, watching the light streaming in from the open window as it plays on its metallic links. The chain glimmers in the morning light against her pale, creamy skin, swaying and occasionally bouncing along with her movements.

The chair you are sitting on protests with the weight and movement the both of you make atop it. Her soft sighs and gasps - a far cry from the loud shouts and moans you knew she was well capable of - happily cancel out the furniture’s squeaking protests as she rides you atop it. Soft, sensual, slow. The perfect fuck for a perfect morning.

You do your best to just sit there and savour the moment, letting Nayeon do all the work as she grinded back and forth on your lap. As much as you enjoyed watching her bounce up and down atop you, taking your full length in and out of her body - taking special delight in the delicious bounce it gave her breasts and thighs - there was something to be said for the intimacy of the way she was riding you now, slowly and softly. It gave her a chance to grind her slick, swollen clit against your crotch, and while it only let a third or so of your cock slip in and out of her hot, slippery cunt with each entry and exit, each movement nonetheless caused a warm spike of pleasure to course up your spine as your cock moves around inside her.

She was so beautiful, so utterly ethereal and intensely erotic all at the same time - clothed simultaneously in perfect golden sunlight and slick sweat, saliva, and other fluids. She was ethereal beauty and dirty sex. She wore both, was utterly enrapturing in both, was equally comfortable in both.

You watch each movement of her body - a body you knew well, knew every peak and curve and valley of - and you never tired of it. You watch as her round, full thighs flex and work, as her tight core drives her lower body back and forth, as her small, perfect breasts sway and bounce. Her face is immaculate, soft features twisted and wracked by pleasure. Sweat glistens over all of it. It makes her perfect skin glisten and glimmer in the sunlight.

You take a moment to look over her shoulder at the dressing mirror behind her, relishing the sight of her back - the beautiful curve of her spine and the sweat dripping down that delicious valley; the round cheeks of her ass and the muscles beneath them as they work to fuck herself on your cock; the short glimpses of your balls as she moves back and forth, takes you in and out of her body. Even her hair, having started the morning pulled into a messy bun, has become disheveled and loose - but in a way that is enticing and alluring, glued to the back of her neck and upper shoulders by perspiration.

Your right hand, resting on her thigh, snakes a path up her body - up her chiselled abs, cupping a soft breast and delighting in the tightness of her nipple as you capture it with your thumb and index finger and give it a pull, a twist, a pinch. Her pussy pulsates in response around you. She is sighing and moaning her pleasure when your hand continues its journey, sliding up a sweaty neck until you reach the side of her face.

Her eyes, shut, drift open at your touch. 

You give the chain a jerk forward.

Her entire upper body crashes against yours at the sudden pull at her neck. Your lips find and capture hers, and for a few moments you share a passionate, heavy kiss. As your tongues duel you give her a slight thrust upward with your hips, timed to meet the apex of her grind - and she sighs into your mouth at the movement, eyes shutting again, nails digging into your shoulders.

Spurred by her reaction, you continue to thrust upward as best you can given your sitting position. Her cunt, already so wet and slick and hot, clenches around you with each thrust, welcoming you, taking you.

“Oh god,” she sighs, the first full words either of you have spoken in a while. “Oh god, I’m close-“

Her sentence breaks into a moan, a soft, wordless cry of pleasure as you continue your thrusts upwards into her body. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, burying your face against her warm, moist chest. You lick the sweat from between her dangling breasts. You savour each moan that leaves her mouth, heavy and hot, directly into your ears.

The chain drops from your left hand, its end falling with a soft clink onto the hardwood floor of your apartment. Forgotten for now, because the faux, pretend-ownership it represented was no longer needed, was perhaps never necessary.

She orgasms around you - pussy clenching, lungs emptying of breath as she cries her pleasure into your bedroom. Your hands find themselves clutching at her moist, sweaty back, hugging her to you, bringing your bodies as close together as possible.

“Your cum, inside me,” she hisses, her voice soft and almost vulnerable in your ear, still at the height of her orgasm. “Please, I want, I need it, please.”

Im Nayeon knew you - knew every part of what made you tick. She knew what you wanted to hear, knew when you wanted to hear it.

You thrust upward into her clenching, creamy cunt one last time. Every part of her body surrounds you, wraps itself around you: she buries your head into her chest, fingers interwoven into your hair, cradling you with her arms and legs as her cunt clenches and tightens around your cock. 

Your shaft spurts warm, thick cum into her. She lets a sigh leave her breathless lips with each pulse of your cock inside her, knowing each one was another rope of cum that would bind your bodies even further together.

Your fluids mix inside her, eventually sliding out between the pussy lips stretched tight around the base of your cock. It drips down your shaft, your balls, and onto the chair. You are sticky everywhere - on your sweaty chests, your slick thighs, but especially where you are joined together, your shaft still embedded hilt deep inside her. You are glued together, made one.

You sigh into her chest, and the nails that had dug furrows into your scalp now stroke it softly. The exhaustion hits you both at once, and for a few wonderful moments the only sound either of you can hear is the sound of heavy breathing.

Her hands eventually slide from your scalp. Her turn now to cradle your face in her hands. Your faces hover in front of each other, noses barely touching, half-lidded, pleasure-ridden eyes locked on one another.

For a moment her left hand moves to her neck, where she undoes and releases the clasp of the red leather collar. It slips from her body and falls to the floor.

“I belong to you,” she says, breathless, not needing some scrap of leather around her neck to convince you of it - not that she ever needed such a thing to begin with. Her hands cradle your face, palms on each cheek, like you are the most delicate thing in the world. Your arms wrap themselves even tighter around her soft, trembling torso. Your foreheads touch, your eyes close.

“I know,” you answer. “I always have.”

Later that morning, when she is snoring peacefully, you slip out of the bed. Your flight to Korea wasn’t until later that afternoon, and so you had some time to spare before you had to leave the house, and her, for god knew how long. Every part of you wanted to lie there in bed with her and savour every moment of it, not knowing when you’d next be able to do so - but you had decided the night before that something needed to be done, and there was no better time to do it.

You fire up the coffee maker - you’d both settled into specific domestic roles since moving in together, and you were almost immediately appointed Minister of Caffeinated Beverages - and take a seat at the kitchen island with your laptop.

A few minutes later, and you’d begun an email to JYP informing him of your intention to resign your position following the end of your next business trip.

Distance had taken her from you once, and it wouldn’t do it again.

---

“Is she being a good girl?”

“Yes, Nayeon,” you say, your answer somewhere between a sigh and a hiss as you press your phone close to your ear, ensuring only you could hear the voice on the other side of the call. You made sure to use her name, as she’d previously suggested, knowing what hearing it would do to the young woman you were currently sharing a hotel room with. 

Between your legs, Yuna gives the tip of your cock a swirl with the end of her tongue. Those large doe eyes glance up at you, the mention of your girlfriend’s name giving the topless young woman a small spike of wicked delight. You watch with a measure of your own satisfaction as she pumps your cock with one hand, the other fondling her own small, round breast and the tight nipple atop it. After a moment her hand drifts down her body, between her legs - and soon after she begins to sigh and moan around a mouthful of your shaft as she begins to pleasure herself.

“Good,” Nayeon continues. “I told you she would be. Did you fuck her on the plane, too?”

“Yes, we’ve started the operation. And yeah, Korea’s hot this time of year,” you say, keeping up the false pretence you both agreed upon.

“Let me guess - she’s on her knees? Are you fucking that pretty little mouth of hers?”

“Not yet,” you answer, “I think I’ll let the team continue to observe before we move.” Your eyes drift closed as the pleasure begins to build. You lean your head back slightly as the young woman between your knees increases her pace. What Yuna lacked in experience and technique, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

On the line, you hear a soft sigh. A moment later, the sigh turns into a barely audible moan.

“What about you?” you ask. “Are you busy? How’s work?”

“Fine. I’m… alone. In a squad car.”

“On a stakeout?”

“We prefer the term ‘distanced surveillance,’ but yes, a stakeout.”

“You miss me?”

“Fuck,” you hear, followed by a soft hum. “Yes, I miss you,” she admits.

A thousand miles away, you smirk. The image of Nayeon alone, in her car, in an alleyway, a hand down her pants, touching herself to the sound of her boyfriend getting head from another woman - it aroused you more than the young woman between your knees, truth be told.

“Do you… miss me?” she asks.

You reach out with your free hand, cradling the side of Yuna’s head, running your fingertips through the bright red strands. She redoubles her efforts at your touch - she quickens her pace, her hand squeezing tighter around your shaft as her head continues to bob up and down its length.

“Fuck, I want you right now, Nayeon,” you hiss, knowing what repeating her name would do to the younger woman filling her mouth with your shaft. “I wish you were here.”

Between your legs, the moan Yuna lets out around your cock sends a delicious pulse of pleasure up your spine. On the line, Nayeon lets a similar moan escape her lips. 

“Tell me what you would do to me,” Nayeon says, tone low and deep, the way it was when she was desperate, needy. “I bet she’d do it for you.”

You bite your lip for a second - listening to Nayeon’s increasingly breathless sighs and picturing her becoming a writhing, wet little mess in her car, watching Yuna try and fail to wrest your attention away - taking it all in, savouring every second of the two women, a thousand miles apart, each doing their best to pleasure you in their own way.

“I’d pull your mouth off my cock,” you say, gripping the base of Yuna’s ponytail and easing her off your shaft. She looks up with you with those large doe eyes of hers, momentarily confused, temporarily disappointed at the sudden emptiness in her mouth - until she quickly catches on to your intentions.

“Mmm, more,” Nayeon says, on the verge of a plea.

“I��d tell you to strip, and get your cunt on my cock like a good little girl.”

And just as she predicted, Yuna does exactly that - peels off ridiculously short denim shorts she wore, along with the flimsy scrap of string beneath it that passed for a thong. She climbs atop you, straddles your waist, reaches between your bodies, grasps your slick cock and spends just a second rubbing your head against her dripping, slick lips.

And then she takes you inside her. On the line, Nayeon hears that unmistakable gasp you made whenever you entered her own cunt, and it drives her crazy. Her fingers work quickly between her legs. 

A thousand miles away, you watch as Yuna bounces her young, tight little body on your cock - up and down, up and down, up and down. She is rough, fast, impatient, with little technique but plenty of need. 

Your free hand grips a thigh before snaking up her torso, gripping a soft, bouncing breast and pinching the taut nipple between two fingers and giving it a slight slap from the side that elicits a yelp of pleasure from the young woman. Your cock stretches her tight little cunt with each entry, filling her up, making her need more, want more, making her lose her control over her senses - not that she had much to begin with.

She is enthusiastic, needy - but she is clumsy in her movements, inexperienced, drunk on the idea of being used and fucked and not possessing the control to savour the moment, make it anything more memorable than a messy, quick fuck.

She sighs and moans. “Daddy,” she gasps, uncaring now of being heard on the line, forgetting that you were supposed to be fucking her on the down low, under your girlfriend’s nose. “Daddy please, I need… Daddy please, your cum, inside me, I want-”

You remind her of her place by closing your hand around her throat. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to remind her of what she was - a fucktoy. Something to warm your cock while you were apart from the woman you really wanted. A substitute for a woman a thousand miles away.

“Is she… is she good for you?” Nayeon asks, voice betraying the fact that she was bringing herself to the edge. She’s wet and squirming and sighing - but she’s alone, in her car, far away. 

Her fingers aren’t you.

Yuna continues to fuck herself on your cock, recklessly and wildly, her orgasm doing little to slow or stop her. You watch as she bites down hard on her lower lip, enough to draw blood, doing her best to keep herself from vocalizing the pleasure coursing through her body and only partially succeeding. You knew she’d be especially loud once you’d ended the call. You consider pretending to end it but leaving the line open, just to give Nayeon the satisfaction of hearing what Shin Yuna sounded like when she was being bent over the bed and having her tight little pussy pounded full of cum.

Your fingers tighten around Yuna’s neck as she bounces with an increasingly wild pace atop your cock. It forces her to slow down, forces her to submit to you and your needs. It reminds her of her place, reminds her who she was. It was necessary.

A makeshift leash. 

“She’s good, Nayeon,” you admit. “But she’s not you.”

---

“Alright, I have to admit - she’s pretty fucking perfect for you.”

“There’s something I never thought I’d hear you say,” you admit, looking up from your laptop and the report on it to give Shin Yuna a look. The young woman is lounging about on her stomach your hotel room bed, picking away at a plate of room service french fries. She’d taken a shower, but hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on after you’d bent her over the bed and fucked a load into her.

“She’s a bitch, don’t get me wrong,” she continues, tone casual, as though she weren’t naked on her boss’ hotel room bed with his cum still warm inside her. “But she’s really fucking pretty, and she’s a cop? Man. That’s a dream girl for most guys, you have to admit.”

“I suppose,” you say, flatly. “Where are you going with this, Yuna?”

“Nowhere,” she answers, popping another fry into her mouth. “I was just curious, I guess.”

“About?”

“About why you’re not married yet. About why there aren’t little hellspawn baby versions of her running around in your life.”

The thought is finally enough to wrest your attention from the report for good. You give the young woman atop your bed a look.

“Listen, I think it’s hot as fuck to be some exec’s fucktoy,” Yuna continues. “I just want to make sure I’m not the thing that’s keeping him from marrying the love of his life or some shit.”

“You’re not stopping anything, Yuna,” you state, clearly, ensuring that she didn’t form any wrong impressions. You certainly didn’t want her to overestimate her role in your life. “Trust me,” you add.

“So then what is stopping you? You’re in love, aren’t you?” Yuna continues. “I’ve heard all about your past with her from the company grapevine, and Dahyun filled me in on the rest. College sweethearts finding each other again in a foreign land after so long apart - that’s cute as fuck. So why isn’t there a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly?”

You are struck temporarily wordless by your executive assistant’s forwardness, but the answer comes to you eventually.

“We’re not ready yet,” you state.

Yuna seems satisfied with your answer - or at least, isn’t curious enough to pursue it further. She gives you a shrug before she picks up her phone and begins to scroll on it. “Whatever you say, boss,” she says.

You return your attention to your laptop, and the resignation email to JYP that was sitting in your drafts. Sending it would mean leaving a career that, in many ways, had defined you. Yes, it had played a major role in bringing Nayeon back into your life, but were you really ready to give up the adventures in distant lands, not to mention all the romance and intrigue and excitement said adventures brought with them? 

Your cursor hovers over the send icon.

—

Problem 2: Her job.

As it turned out, JYP was more than happy to do whatever it took to keep you with the company - even if it meant giving you a tidy little promotion along with a promise to make any further business trips entirely optional. That was Problem 1 solved, then - leaving only Problem 2.

For the most part, Nayeon did a good job of keeping her work at work and not taking it home with her. Every now and then she’d vent about a particularly hard case she was on, or tell you about how something an actor did in a movie or tv show was wildly inaccurate compared to standard law enforcement procedures in the real world. By and large you could almost forget that she was a senior detective who regularly found herself in situations the average person might consider dangerous.

This was all to say that you only rarely gave Nayeon’s profession any thought, had you not noticed the breaking news report playing on the large TV screen in the JYP lobby on your way back from lunch one afternoon.

A reporter, apparently on scene, is speaking into the camera - but the TV is muted, and the captions are not turned on. Behind him civilians flee from a building under the guidance of two understandably anxious-looking uniformed police officers with their sidearms drawn. “Active hostage situation underway at downtown bank,” read the ticker. “Multiple hostages and casualties reported.” 

You were ready to give it no further thought aside from a passing sense of disappointment at the general state of crime in your country, had you not caught a fleeting glimpse of her on the screen.

In the background, behind the reporter, Nayeon steps into frame, her back to the camera - but it was unmistakably her. She flashes the badge around her neck to the two uniformed cops nervously holding the bank entrance door.

You watch as she draws her sidearm from the holster at her hip, racks the slide to chamber a round, and rushes into the building.

--

To say the next few hours were absolutely nerve wracking would be an understatement. 

Yes, you’d known that danger and the possibility of being hurt were part and parcel of being a member of active law enforcement. You were in the room when she was quite literally shot at close range in Seoul - a few layers of kevlar being the only thing that kept her from bleeding out on a dirty apartment floor.

You’d done your best to avoid having to deal with the reality that your girlfriend had a relatively dangerous profession. Maybe it was a subconscious thing - maybe your brain knew that living every day in fear of your girlfriend losing her life was not exactly conducive to a healthy relationship - or a healthy mental state.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t really hit home until that day. You’d never been so worried in your life, staying glued to the TV and your phone and news sites, pacing nervously alone in your apartment, grasping for any snippet of an update that would confirm she was okay, that she was safe. Needless to say she wasn’t picking up her phone, and a call to her precinct lieutenant went unanswered. 

You’d learn later that she was never in any actual danger - the gunfire she’d heard turned out to be warning shots fired into the ceiling to intimidate the bank staff. Nayeon, who’d been passing by the building randomly on her lunch break, had decided that civilians were in immediate danger and entered the bank on her own volition, cleared out the remaining customers from the bank lobby, and held down the hallway leading to the safety deposit boxes where the suspects were holed up until SWAT arrived. 

As the first responder to the scene, protocol demanded she remain on-site until it was resolved, explaining the length of her absence. She wasn’t actually in danger for very long, she’d later insist.

But she knew none of that when she rushed into the building, gun in hand. For all she’d known there could have easily been a suspect pointing an assault rifle down the hallway, finger on the trigger, just waiting for an eager young detective to stray into his sights. Moreover, her nine millimetre sidearm and lack of kevlar would’ve put her in a precarious position had they decided to make an escape using force.

Nonetheless, you were more relieved than you’d ever been in your life when she finally called to tell you she was on her way home - eight hours and forty-nine minutes since you’d made your first unanswered call to her cell phone (the first of thirty). 

Your heart let out the breath it had been holding for nine hours.

---

When she finally got home it was a lot, all at once. 

It was relief, mostly, and then reassurance, and comfort, followed shortly by an irresistible, intense lust. Danger never failed to get Im Nayeon going.

Within seconds of bursting through the door she was already on you, arms wrapped around your neck as yours wrapped around hers, lips searching for and quickly pulling yours into a deep, passionate kiss. Her leather jacket quickly leaves her body, her fingers immediately going to work on your button-up. While this hurried undressing was happening, when your lips parted long enough to draw in a breath, she’d tried, in broken sentences, to fill you in on what had happened.

You pieced enough together from her jumbled words to get an idea of how her day went, and how she wasn’t allowed to contact you until the incident was resolved. You wanted to ask her more, wanted to know more about what exactly happened, but she was in no mood for talking. Her lips and tongue stole the words and questions from your mouth before you could give them voice.

You are naked before long, stumbling into the bedroom and leaving behind a trail of haphazardly discarded clothing. She pushes you onto the bed with more force than you were ready for - silencing any objections by quickly climbing atop you, straddling your lap as you sit on its edge. Your mouths find each other and your tongues continue their frantic duel. Before long you slip from her lips to kiss a rough trail down her neck and to her chest.

You capture a breast in your mouth, closing your lips around her taut nipple. “Fuck,” she gasps, her hands quickly burying themselves in your hair, nails digging almost painfully into your scalp as you suckle from her tight bud.

A small part of you wants to slow down - perhaps even stop altogether - and tell her how damn worried you were for her, how the last nine hours were the longest nine hours you’d ever had in your life. But she steals your words again, this time with some of her own.

“Hard,” she hisses between gritted teeth, “I want it hard.”

She reaches between you, points your tip at her dripping entrance, and takes you inside her.

The long, hot sigh that escapes your lips finally rips them from her nipple. For the next few minutes you are powerless to do more than breathe heavily between her breasts as she rides you - those toned, full thighs of her working to throw her body up and down your shaft, taking you in and out of her tight, warm little cunt.

“Nayeon, I-” you begin, finally finding the wherewithal after a few minutes to look up at her.

She silences you with a finger to your lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, but hungry.

“Shut up,” she spits. “Just shut up.”

You were not one to argue, not when you were balls deep inside the most beautiful woman you’d ever known. And so you content yourself with watching as Nayeon took her pleasure from your body, using your cock like a toy, impaling herself with it over and over again until she became a mewling, moaning mess atop your lap.

You grasp her thighs, squeeze her bouncing breasts and tease the nipples atop them, slide your hand up her chest and up her throat and to her jaw before sliding your thumb between her lips for her to suck as you cradle the side of her pleasure-filled face - and throughout it all she rides you, pace relentless, merciless, hard.

Soon she is cumming - and she shows no sign of stopping, fucking herself through her orgasm even as her body is wracked by pleasure. She trembles, shakes, and quivers atop you - but it doesn’t stop her, doesn’t come close to fulfilling her immense need. She wants more. She needs more. 

Even as her orgasm radiates throughout her body and turns her into a wet, writhing mess, you hold her tight to you as you turn her over, putting her on her back atop the bed while you rise to your feet next to it. You wrap her legs around your waist, pull her hips onto yours, and continue to fuck her - hard, fast, rough.

She sighs and moans and cries and you are content to let her, content to let out some of the frustration and worry and fear you’d held inside you for most of the day on her tight, helpless little body. Her breasts bounce deliciously atop her heaving chest. Her fingers are claws, finding purchase wherever she can - on the bedsheets and your forearms, mostly. Eventually she reaches down and fingers her own clit, even as your cock pumps in and out between the lips of her cunt, just beyond her fingertips. Her eyes spur you on - telling you to keep fucking her, keep using her, all without saying a single word.

Your hands leave her hips, pulling on her legs until her calves are atop your shoulders. You continue to pound into her all along, this new position leaving her cunt open and exposed, rendering her helpless to do anything but take each hard, fast thrust you make into her body. It is almost callous, the way you fuck her, as though she were some whore and not the love of your life. You use her cunt. You make it yours, remind her who it belonged to. 

Her moans build, rising in volume and signalling another impending orgasm. You want to join her, and are about to give in, about to fill her-

“My ass,” she gasps. “Fuck my ass.”

She pulls her sweaty, still trembling body off you, denying you the warm slickness of her cunt. Her pussy drips onto the bedsheets as she wastes no time, getting atop the bed on her knees, upper body pressed against the bed. She reaches back with her hands, palming the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart, showing you what she’d been keeping inside her.

And there it is, red silicone, glistening and slick with lube.

The sight of it takes your breath away. You let an unexpected sigh of pleasure leave your lips as you grasp the toy with your fingers, easing it out of her body slowly. She moans as it leaves her, perhaps in pain or pleasure or both. Soon it’s finally out. Every molecule in her body yearns to replace its absence.

Grasping your cock, slick and wet with her juices, you press the tip against her open, gaping hole - and begin to slide inside her.

You’d had her ass before, but never after she’d had a plug inside her, and it is sublime. Her ass immediately closes and tightens around you, and you think right then and there that you might cum. Your hand clutches her ass and left hip, fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh, relishing the pleasure coursing through your veins but fighting it before it gets too intense, wanting to prolong this moment. She sighs and moans as she adjusts to your size. She trembles at the feeling of her ass being filled.

“Mmmm,” she hisses into the sheets, evidently having lost the ability to form words. She reaches back as far as she can with a free hand, her long fingers clutching your thigh. She pulls you toward her, and you oblige, pressing yourself as deep as you can until you are hilt deep.

“Do it,” she spits from between gritted teeth, “Fuck my ass. Hard.”

And so you begin - fucking Im Nayeon’s ass with hard, long strokes, using her tight, hot hole with the same tempo and speed as you did her cunt just moments earlier. She moans and shrieks and gasps into the sheets, the side of her face pressed against the bed, saliva dripping from a slack mouth. Her fingers are claws, digging into the sheets or your thighs or both, searching for something, anything, to ground herself amidst the constant pounding into the most vulnerable part of her body.

“Fuck, Nayeon,” you say, your brain unable to form much more than a curse and her name. She is so tight, so very hot - and she’d ensured the toy was well lubed before it entered her, so she was slick enough to make every entry and exit so delicious, so utterly sublime; a perfect cocktail of pleasure and pain all mixed into one irresistible sensation.

For the first time in a while Nayeon lifts her head from the bed, sweat pasting dark strands to the side of her face. She opens her mouth to say something-

But you reach forward, grasping her by the back of her neck, and slamming her back down onto the bed. She shrieks - partially in surprise, mostly in pleasure - as you resume pounding her.

“Shut up,” you spit. “Just shut up.”

The thick cotton bedsheets can do little to hide the long, deep moan of pleasure that leaves Nayeon’s lips as you impose yourself on her. She continues, not stopping for a moment, letting a drivel of wordless pleasure leave her mouth with each thrust you make into her body. She reaches a hand down, plays with her wet, slick clit even as you pound relentlessly into her ass - pleasuring her, hurting her - either way, making her yours.

The hand at her neck doesn’t leave her - it merely moves to her upper back, still keeping her pinned to the mattress, making sure she could do nothing more than take you. She lets you. She gives herself to you, lets you do what you want to her, because this - a rough, hard fuck - was what she wanted, what she craved.

It doesn’t take her long to orgasm, with her fingers on her clit and your cock pounding hard into her asshole. She tightens even more around you. She screams her pleasure into the bedsheets.

She clenches around your cock when she cums. It sends you over the edge, and you push yourself as deep as you can into Im Nayeon’s ass before you cum, filling her depths with thick, hot semen. Her moans turn into whimpers and then sobs, and you think for a moment that she might be crying.

You want to stay there, as you often did after you came inside her. You want to relish the moment and the sight of your cock embedded inside her ass and the feeling of her body wrapped around yours. But the accumulated physical and mental exhaustion of the day hit you all at once, and you collapse atop her, your arms only barely keeping you from crashing onto her back as you land on your elbows, still hilt-deep inside her.

You find the strength to bring your mouth to her ear. Filthy sex and dirty fucking aside, she had to know.

“I belong to you,” you say.

“I know,” she answers. Beneath the sweaty, messy hair and heavy breaths, Nayeon smiles.

—

The next morning, while you are still asleep, she wakes up early to make breakfast. She rarely cooked - every food delivery driver within a ten mile radius knew how to get to your apartment by heart - but when she did it was for special occasions. Or, in this case, a form of apology for making you worry so much the day before.

She’s stumbling towards the kitchen - she was understandably more than a little sore in places that made walking difficult - when she catches a glimpse of her old criminology textbooks on the hallway bookshelf. 

She was a fairly sentimental person, and despite your efforts she wouldn’t get rid of the old, heavy texts. She insisted that they were a part of what made her who she was, and wanted to keep them as a reminder of how far she’d come in her career; privately, she kept them to remind herself of those hard months when you’d left to join JYP all those years ago, and how much she missed being away from you. Those months were difficult, and she’d turned to her career as a way of coping. Those months were instrumental in putting her on the path to becoming a detective, but they were also part of what drove her to Seoul to find you.

A thought strikes her as her eyes take in titles of the texts. She reaches out and lets her fingertips graze their worn covers, seeing in them a way to ensure her career would never worry you so much again.

---

And so the problems were solved. All it took was a few uncomfortable emails, a few months of occasionally stressful worrying and intense interviews, and two new job offers. Easy peasy.

You’d taken a job at a branch office of JYP that promised travel would be completely optional. Nayeon had quit the PD and become a professor in criminology at a local college. You’d moved out of the small downtown apartment that had been the home you’d shared for the past five years, and into a slightly more comfortable townhouse in the suburbs.

Time passed. Good days and bad days. She was there for all of them, making the good days sweeter and the bad days more bearable. She was home. Safe harbour and north star for each other.

You are both sitting in a cafe on a lazy Sunday morning - you’re reading a book and nursing a coffee while she’s grading some papers on her laptop. You loved many things about your relationship, but one of the things you appreciated the most was how comfortable you both were in silence. The years had given you both a familiarity that had often transcended the need for speaking. Most of the time, you knew what the other was thinking, even before they spoke.

Your presence was enough, and there was no need to fill the space between you with words for the sake of it.

After awhile you look up to her to find that she’d been watching you, apparently for some time.

“I think we’re ready,” she says, a warm, soft smile on her lips. 

She says no more, returning her attention to her laptop, but you know what she means.

You smile as you return to your book.

---

Im Nayeon could always surprise you.

You’d had her more times than you could count, but this night was different - it was important, special in a way none of the in-shower quickies or weekend-long marathon sessions were. Just when you’d thought sex and lovemaking could hold no more surprises, you are proven wrong.

“It’s you,” she sighs into your ear, her voice soft, still filled with pleasure, but with an undercurrent of emotion that you’d never heard in her before. One of her arms wraps itself around your back, the other buried into the hair at the back of your neck as you thrust in and out of her body. 

“Cum inside me,” she continues, breathless, words spilling from her lips in a long, drawn out hiss. “Fill me up. It has to be you. Breed me, put a baby in my belly. I want it- I want you. It has to be you. It’s only ever been you.”

“Nayeon,” you say into her ear, and when she replies with your own name you think it is the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard in your life. 

She is tight, wet, hot - she feels every bit as good as she did when you were teenagers fumbling awkwardly in an old dorm room, or when you were reunited old flames brought together by fate in Seoul, or when you moved in together and decided to build lives together. But it means more now. It means more now than it ever did.

“Give me a baby,” she says, half-moan, half-sigh. “Breed me, make me yours.”

Words you’d heard before, from the same lips, on many another night. But none like tonight, not when she meant them more than she ever did - this wasn’t pillow talk, an act meant to spice up a risqué encounter; no, this was much more. She meant every word, without pretence or facade. She meant it all.

“Nayeon,” you repeat, unable to say much else. The sound of her name on your lips draws a sigh from hers, sends a quiver up her spine that is pure pleasure and love. 

“It has to be you,” she whispers into your ear, the most intimate words she has ever spoken. “It was always you - I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, every molecule of your body shouting the words, even if they left your lips as little more than a light gasp.

You thrust between her spread legs, and she wraps her thighs and arms around you, making the two of you into one. 

You fill her. She sighs, moans - and when your cheeks press against each other as you both lie there, breathing heavily - you can feel her cheeks pull her lips into a smile.

---

“It was always going to be you and me, wasn’t it?”

You are caught a little off-guard by her words - truth be told your mind was solely fixated on the humble sign outside your favourite sushi restaurant and the familiar but delicious culinary delights that awaited you. It’s a Friday night, and you were looking forward to a quiet dinner with her following a long, draining week of work. 

The choice of dining establishment was a foregone conclusion, and you had nothing on your mind other than settling into a simple but comforting meal with her. Grand statements of destined love weren't exactly on your mind - not this early in the evening, anyway.

But when you turn to her and find a soft, warm smile on her lips, you couldn’t help but agree. She doesn’t even turn to look at you - her gaze, like yours, is locked on the old, dingy, familiar restaurant sign.

“Yes,” you answer, the word leaving your lips quickly, almost on instinct, almost on reflex, as though your body knew the truth - knew what you felt, in your innermost core. “It was always going to be you, Nayeon.”

She doesn’t turn her head to look at you. There is a slight deepening of the smile on her lips, a slightly deeper blush on her cheeks, but that’s it. She doesn’t need to read your face to verify or discern the truth in your expression. She is confident enough -  in the years you’ve spent together, in the trials and tribulations borne at each others’ side, to know the truth in your words.

She feels it in the way you clutch her hand, the way you hold her close in your most intimate moments, the way you brush stray hairs away from her forehead when you kiss her good morning before heading out the door to work. 

She sees it in the slight swell in her belly, and the family you were building together.

She knows all this. She feels it all, deep inside herself where nothing else exists except you and her and the home you’ve built with shared memories. She knows it is all true, always will be.

When you enter the restaurant you are greeted warmly with a smile and hug by the waiter - he’s become a good friend in the years since your escapades in Tokyo and Seoul. From behind the counter, Jisoo looks up from her prep work to wave and smile widely. She leaves the counter for a moment to greet you both, revealing the full roundness of her belly. She waddles awkwardly over, exchanging hugs, confirming plans for next week’s gender reveal dinner party for their child.

With one hand, Nayeon cradles Jisoo’s full belly. Perhaps unconsciously, her free hand hovers over her own, a warm, thoughtful smile on her lips.

Eventually, Jisoo shuffles adorably back to the counter to finish her vegetable prep, promising to come back later to chat. The waiter shows you to your table, leaving you both two cups of tea. 

He doesn’t leave a menu, because he already knows your order.

You tap the chest pocket of your jacket as you take it off and drape it over the back of your seat, making sure the small box and the engagement ring within were still there.

Nayeon cups her tea in both hands before taking a small sip. She finally locks eyes with you, although she doesn’t say anything. She knows she doesn’t have to. She’s content just to smile, content to reach her hand over the table, palm up, wanting nothing more than to feel your hand in hers.

Maybe she knew what was coming. Maybe she caught a glimpse of the box in your nightstand drawer, or noticed an open tab on your browser for a local jewelry store. Maybe she read it in your face at some point today, in the way you moved or the words you chose. She was a former detective and current professor of criminology, after all. She’d made a living out of reading people, and to her, you were an open book.

But it didn’t matter whether she knew it was coming or not, whether she would be surprised at all when, at the end of your meal, you got down on one knee in this restaurant where your relationship began and asked her to spend the rest of her life with you.

Because you both already knew, on some level had always known. It was always going to be you and her. And every trial and tribulation, every painful relationship with long-gone lovers, every day apart - it had all led to tonight.

Nayeon’s hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine.

Your heart warms at her touch.

---

Author’s Note: Good to be back ^^ Excuse any writing rust that was evident in this fic :( I actually had this alternate ending to BT mostly written awhile ago, but I'd been thinking about coming back to writing again and Nayeon's comeback gave me all the inspiration I needed to finally finish it.

Shoutout to @capslocked, whose work played a part in getting me back into writing. A special shoutout to his Tzuyu fic, which is probably one of my favorite smuts of all time - and I might have borrowed the phone sex idea from it. Love ya bud. Mimosa fic next pls k thx.

Stories and posts will be few and far between, but you’re always welcome to leave an ask. Thank you all for the love and support you've shown me over the past year. <3

[seeingivy]

picnic

sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

(^^make sure you check since this was a double upload and I posted the last one very recently :D)

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dear head of the cullen clan,  keep evening plans open – im getting off work early and we’re going on a picnic.  coldest regards,  the head of the volturi  (ps. am expecting a very wholehearted appreciation for the fact that it’s coldest regards and not warmest regards, because they are, in fact, vampires and therefore cold. because they don’t have a heart and such.)  (extra ps. this is a link to a shared spotify playlist. i’ll add a song and then you add one. we’ll keep it going.) 

you snort. 

dear aro of the volturi (does he have a last name???),  so much to unpack in one email, yet again. you really know how to keep a girl on her toes.  first and foremost, you are SOOOO ran through. so offended that i wasn’t the person who got to put you on to twilight and whoever it was, I HOEP SHE DIES! if you’re team jacob, you’re a freak.  second, SO VERY FLATTERED that you think i would be carlisle. a little haunting that you think YOU would be aro…but it’s ok cuz former companions to enemies back to lovers in our case would be kind of crazy???  third. done and done. i just added a song so hurry up bc i have like ten other songs i want to add and i am #impatient  see u after work pookie :D,  carlisle cullen  (very appreciative of the cold regards. you are a king among men.) 

his response back is very prompt. 

Never call me pookie again.  (very offended that you think i’d be stupid enough to be team jacob. and direct your murderous rage towards yuuji and my mom, who forced me to watch it in theaters with them.) 

--

you wait for sukuna at the park two blocks down the apartment complex. the sun is hours away from dipping into the horizon, the chilly wind rustling through the trees. you realize now that the red skirt and white sweater might betray you in a few hours but decide that you’ll simply have to steal his jacket when he gets here. 

and you would have already but he’s twenty minutes late.

and while this part of the city is extremely safe, sukuna’s ever constant fear of people attacking you on subway trains and stabbing you in alleyways has instilled an acute fear of strangers in you, which is why you’re gripping the sparkly pink pepper spray he bought you very harshly in your palm right now. 

you think it’s sweet that he bought you a pink one. 

but of course it’s severely ironic that you almost used it on him. 

because he scares the living daylights out of you, by placing his hand around your shoulder from behind. 

“hey. i’m sorry i-” 

“jesus fuck-” 

you instinctively hold the pepper spray up to his face, your hands shaking in front of you. 

“i’ll use it, you pervert!” 

sukuna leans his head to the side, which is when you’re finally able to log that it’s actually him standing in front of you and not a stranger, and you drop your hands in embarrassment. 

“i mean, i’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t doll face but–” 

“oh my god, sukuna. i thought you were trying to rob me!” 

“i’m smarter than that. the only thing inside your purse is lip gloss, which has very little value to me.” sukuna responds, dropping the little basket at his feet and taking the little stalk of flowers out of the top handle. 

“i’ll have you know that it’s actually sold out in every store right now. so you could make bank if you sold it.” 

“don’t tempt me. and for your sake, i’ll accept the apology you didn’t give me for just trying to rob me of my eyesight and for calling me a pervert? i’m getting really tired of the age gap jokes, y/n.” sukuna responds, as he lifts your hands at your sides and places the stalk of flowers in your hand. 

you give him a big smile as you press your nose to the flowers, the scent fresh in your nose. and sukuna props down, setting a billowing white blanket on the ground before he taps the spot next to him and signals for you to sit next to him. 

“who needs eyes?” you joke, as you squeeze his hands and set the flowers down next to the little basket. 

“me, dipshit. how else am i supposed to look at you?” 

you cover your hands with your cheeks as you watch him place all of the little things inside the basket next to you, laying them out perfectly. it’s albeit a weird assortment – two wine glasses, perfectly wrapped sandwiches, a mini-cake, and strawberry lemonade. 

“well, stop perceiving me. this is so weird!” you murmur. 

it’s enough to catch his attention and stop him in his tracks. 

“what?” 

the question makes you pause. and a little embarrassed. it was a little harsh to say while you were joking.

“oh, i mean…i didn’t mean it like that! i was making a joke about perceiving because eyes…vision…and i almost took your vision away! and you perceive with your eyes, because how else would you see…” 

sukuna smiles, before shaking his head, and continuing spilling out the last of the contents – a set of gouache paints and two little small canvases. and he drops to his feet, yanking his shoes off, before sitting flat on the blanket and gesturing for you to join him. 

“there’s no way in hell that was what you meant. but we’ll ignore that for the time being.” sukuna responds, hiking his legs to his chest and gesturing towards the spread he just put out. 

you tilt your head to the side in confusion. 

“you look very pretty today.” sukuna responds. 

“thanks! you too!” 

he narrows his eyes. 

“uh huh. well, pick what we do first. the paint, the sandwiches, or the weird wine glass cake.” 

“the wine glass cake? like from tiktok?” you ask. 

“correct. i’m really bad at…cute dates. so…i did some research.” 

sukuna refuses to look at you. because after admitting it, he’s suddenly busied himself with reading the back of the box of paints, like it’s the most riveting, intriguing thing he’s ever read in his life. 

but the pink flush that’s creeping down his neck betrays him entirely, as you reach forward and push the little box down. and sukuna’s already glaring at you. 

you place your chin on the top of his knees, reaching for one of his hands and smiling. 

“you did research for a date?” 

“you can choke on your spit.” 

you grin. 

“you really know how to turn a girl on.” 

“you’re filthy.” 

you grin. 

“and you’re actually so precious, i–” 

“don’t call me precious, y/n.” he whines, as he reaches forward to flick on your forehead. 

you smile as you sit by his side, tucking the folds of your skirt under your leg as you reach for both of the wine glasses and hand him one. 

“so how humbling was it to have satoru explain all this to you?” you ask. 

he sneers. 

“don’t even ask. he’s like the biggest nuisance i’ve ever met in my life. top ten worst moments of my life.” sukuna responds. 

“i’m flattered you humbled yourself to him for me.” 

“i actually asked suguru. they’re like…two peas in a pod, they can’t do shit without each other. the paints and stuff they gave me and the nice basket too.” 

“that’s sweet of them. remind me to send them something later to thank them.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“no need. they were more than happy to give it up for you.” 

“ah yes. i hear they’re big fans of this camping bag story. the scouts honor and the fake story we had to tell them makes a lot more sense now.” you respond. 

sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“okay, you know what? sue me. i was like sixteen sleeping next to a girl for the first time. god forbid i enjoyed myself. and i don’t know why they’re all so hyperfixated on that story because it was a very normal thing to assume when you’re asked that question.”  

you snort. 

“and you say you’re not a pervert…” 

sukuna leans forward, his eyes flitting down to his lips before he looks back up at you. and he can tell that you’re in a mood, that you’re trying to push his buttons by annoying him. 

“you know i despise you right?” he whispers. 

you grin, leaning in. 

“is that right?” you whisper back. 

“oh yeah. you irritate me.” 

there isn’t even a shred of earnestness in the words he’s uttering. you know he doesn’t mean them. 

“keep going.” you respond, as he presses a warm kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“you’re a nuisance.” – a kiss to your forehead. 

“an irritation.” – a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“like a fucking thorn in my side.” – and a kiss to the sweet spot right in your neck and his hand snaking up your thigh, which makes you nearly keel your head back from the sensation. 

you place your hands on his cheek and pull him back, face flushed and his eyes nearly glazed over. 

“are you crazy?” you whisper. 

“what?” he asks. 

“we’re in public, dumbass. you can’t just start trying to rile me up.” 

sukuna leans back, obliging. 

“so you admit it? i was riling you up?” 

“oh, shut up.” 

you reach for the sandwiches and unpeel one for sukuna. before he takes it, he places a tiny white box in your lap. 

you frown. first the fancy date but the jewelry too? 

“sukuna. you didn’t–” 

“just open it. i’m impatient and i’ve been waiting all day. and i actually think you’ll like it. otherwise, you’re ungrateful and rude and you hate me.” sukuna responds. 

you give him a tight lipped smile before you open the little box and actually smile. 

it’s a dainty silver chain – the exact same as sukuna’s from the chain-links, but the build is a little thinner. and right at the center, a little charm of a star. 

you reach forward for his chain, dangling around his collarbone. and surely enough, in addition to the original charm he had of an interlocked circle, there’s a star charm added right next to it. 

“you always reach for it. when you’re talking or when we’re kissing. figured i’d get you your own since you’re such a big fan.” 

“you are so…” 

“perfect? sexy? the father of your children?” 

“i was thinking adorable. can i answer d for all of the above?” you respond. 

sukuna grins. 

“survey says yes, princess.” he responds. 

you yank the chain from the little box and hand it to him, before turning around for him to secure it on you. his fingers tickle against the nape of your neck, accompanied by a warm kiss, before he taps your shoulders to signify that he’s done. 

“you know. you really are perceiving me right now.” you respond. 

“and how’s that?” 

“i know you’re obsessed with me and pay attention to every word i say.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“obviously.” 

you jab at his side. 

“i mean, i know you’re doing this because i mentioned picnics yesterday and always feeling left out. sure you could put two and two together that he never really bought me any nice gifts or anything when i said he ruined my birthday.” 

“okay, captain obvious. and?” 

you shove him once more, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“well, i appreciate it. i know the whole…cutesy painting date isn’t your thing. we won’t have to do it again. and that you…you’re trying to make this whole thing special for me.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“i’m offended. first and foremost, i always like to eat with you. every time i think that there’s no way you can amaze me more, you find another way to spill food on your clothes.” 

“hey! that’s not true.” 

“you already spilled on the blanket. second, this is a very violent way to eat cake. you literally mess up all the layers by doing that and destroy the piping on the cake which i can admit, i am a fan of. and third, i’m going to paint us as worms, which seems enjoyable to me.” 

you curl your nose. 

“worms?” 

“yeah. what were you going to paint?” 

“i don’t know. but it certainly wasn’t going to be worms. like the park or flowers or something.” 

“boring. i’m going to paint us as slimy worms. and because we made it on this date, you’ll have to agree to put it up in the apartment, even if it’s ugly.” 

“sukuna.” you whine. 

“especially if it’s ugly. it’s a testament to our love.” he responds, dramatically placing his hands on  his chest. 

“you know, you’re so right. worms have been a really defining feature of your relationship.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips and an additional one on your cheek. 

“you just get me, princess!” 

and he breaks the little joke by lifting one of your hands to his lips, and pressing a kiss on all four of your knuckles before pressing your hand to his cheek. 

“and i have to do special things for a special person.” 

you return the gesture, lifting his tattooed fingers to your lips and doing the same. 

“you know…you’re really good at this type of thing.” you murmur. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i mean, being a boyfriend. and…and being supportive about everything. sometimes i feel like i’m trying really hard to be the best but…just comes naturally to you.” you respond. 

sukuna shrugs. 

“don’t know if i’m perfect but…loving you has always come really easy to me. i don’t really have to think twice about it because these are actually just things i want to do for you.” 

you groan. 

“see! that’s what i’m saying! you always just…say sweet things, do sweet things. sometimes i’m convinced i’m not even half deserving of it, just because sometimes i don’t reciprocate that back.” you respond. 

sukuna leans forward. 

“you know, you actually do though.” 

“as if.” you groan. 

sukuna pauses, before leaning his cheek against the tops of his knees and looking out at the expanse of grass in front of you. you follow his line of vision – to the dog running in the distance, the wide, billowing trees, and the little flower truck on the side – which you now realize is where sukuna copped the flowers from earlier. 

“i mean, this type of thing. that we have, or…or the way i act around you. it means a lot to you because, you…you’ve never had this before. right?” 

“yeah.” 

“well, i haven’t had you before. i know you see me as perfect, but…but when you say that i can tell that you don’t mean it the way my mom or…or yuuji think that i’m perfect. in the untouchable way.” 

you lean forward, cupping the side of his face. 

“sukuna. you’re so touchable.” you joke. 

“you’re disgusting.” 

“you love it.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“yeah, i really do. it does actually mean the world to me that you think i’m perfect how i am and don’t think i’m larger than life.” 

“if anything, your ego could be smaller.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“and…and even the other day. i know you were acting squirrely and weird when yuuji was near us and heard us bickering, but i was half convinced that you were going to take his side at the end, when he started saying that stuff about me. because it is true and i have acted a certain way in the past…and, you would have every right to agree with him if you wanted to.” 

you frown. 

“no, i wouldn’t. you’ve never treated me like that and i know you’re being earnest when you say these things to me. this would be a very elaborate way to get into my pants if that was what you were trying to do. and i know it’s not.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“that’s what i’m saying. every other person for me has never given me that benefit of the doubt, but you always do. you were the person who thought to tell me that my grandpa died when you all came to get me and you were the one who wasn’t mad at me. the things you do for me are the same, in equal magnitude, as what i do for you. if this makes you feel good, or…or on top of the world, you have to know that’s how you make me feel too. i’m half convinced that you’re basically made for me at this point the way you get everything right on point.” 

you lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“i really think you’re made for me too, ryomen.” 

sukuna groans, dramatically leaning his head back, before nearly pushing you over and peppering kisses to almost every surface on your face. 

“quit fucking saying my name. you have no idea what that does to me.” 

“i mean, i think i have an idea.” 

sukuna clamps his fingers over your mouth, before pressing a few more lingering kisses to your face and pushing off. and subsequently, picks all of the grass out of your hair as you roll your eyes. 

and after that sukuna, admittedly, very aggressively uses the wine glasses to portion off little slices of the cake and makes it a point to finish off yours when you can’t stomach the sweetness. and true to his promise – sukuna paints the two of you as worms, but at the park, stargazing. 

it’s a little silly, the way he paints it. you were expecting it to be more gory or gross, but it’s so corny that it makes you smile. because he draws the two little worms, but distinguishes between the two of you, by swiping some of your pink paint and adding a little ribbon to the one that’s supposed to be you. 

sukuna explains the stars. because before sukuna had dragged you out of that shitty bathroom bar, it’s what megumi and yuuji said in his drunken mess – he had pointed at two little stars and likened them to him and megumi.

and you’re almost positive that at the time, sukuna found it utterly ridiculous. but now, he understood it – the sentiment. that you and sukuna were two little worms, and two stars, and two little flowers too. 

and to his promise, the two of you decide to place the little canvases you drew at the end of the kitchen counter. 

it’s only then that you realize that you have to go the whole ten miles for sukuna the way he had done for you – countless times again. and that if you were going in blind in trying to make something special, you’d have to take a page out of his book and do some research. 

and there was only one person who could really help you, who you’d rather die than humble yourself to than ask for help. 

regardless of that, you still call sammy the next morning.

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next part linked here

an: they're about to do it. anyways....there is a very real playlist to match the one that they talk about in the fic -- and it matches the way it described in the fic! so it's interleaved, the first song is a song that sukuna would have added, the second one that y/n added, the third sukuna, so on and so forth. it's linked here! happy listening babies

second an: thank you for the love on the last chapter. it makes my heart really warm bc all of that was actually based on a REAL MAN and real things that I have felt/have said to me and just having people comment that they felt seen by it or it made them feel a certain type of way actually made me really happy and so warm. this blog was one of the first things I did after I stopped being really, really sad and i'm glad that i'm able to share a little joy here and there, if that's what this fic is for you. anyways this is long and sappy and gross and actually I just love you all for enduring the ouchies and the sillies with me a little bit 💌

third an: double upload bc yall were so patient with me :D

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[dianagj-art]

Hi and welcome to the "Diana couldn't decide on what color hoddie she wanted to draw herself in" hour

A little bit of a rambling:

This year I decided to go back on drawing myself with a hoodie instead of the green jacket because is just easier, but I wasn't sure if I should do the same colors as before

I always like to draw myself in clothes I actually have (or had), I've always drawn myself with my favorite hoodie (the the very desaturated, almost gray blue from the first image) but I also wanted to add in more blue, since is my favorite color and I never draw myself in blue for some reason?? (also I have a blue hoodie almost that same color with a stamp-like blue design of rome in it, but im too lazy to even short hand that, so plain hoodie)

BUT! also I like the red shirt I've been drawing myself in, red is not even close to my favorite color but that shade of red is (i have so many red shirts of the exact same color) and I like how I short handed the design of my actual shirt, and if I put it into a hoodie looks like a red hoddie I have of alaska, also with mountains and kid of the same colors sooo... I wanna keep that

(also also, I love mountains and I love starts and I love the moon, that logo is just very me, and my city has a very characteristic looking mountain and I'm very tempted to make the logo like that exact mountain)

Anyways I'm probably just gonna be alternating between these colors whenever I draw myself

[gold-rhine]

hm.. kaeya, albedo, and childe for mirror sex, begging, and exhibitionism? tried to avoid the ones I've already seen asked with Albedo, since a couple of my first ideas were (if one of these is accidentally repetitive... your choice I guess??)

warnings nsfw

don't worry about making it repetitive, as long as there are other characters, the whole point of this game is mix and matching :)

actually i think each of them can be fun with each prompt, so instead of usual process of elimination, i'm just gonna go in order of hotness, and since i'm biased, it starts with the prettiest and the only character in genshin impact. fucking kaeya in front of a mirror would be insanely delicious. this is the shit devils are tempting saints with. tying him up wearing nothing but his choker, gorgeous and lithe in half-shadows and slanted moonlight, highlights in his hair turning silver where the light touches them. meeting his eyes in the mirror while fucking him and he smiles, a slow lop-sided smirk, filthy and pleased. making him fuck himself on your cock\strap, and he's shameless, in fact, he's posing, arching to look more seductive, but sometimes, when it suddenly gets too real, teeth scraping on the side of his exposed neck, cock hitting just the right spot, fingers digging into his thighs, when his composure wavers, he meets his own eyes in the mirror both to check that he let nothing show and to make sure he's being the same perfect fantasy. imma stop here bc i plan to sometime write an actual piece on kaeya's relationship with sex as the performance and watching himself in the mirror both to evaluate his own performance and make sure partner enjoys it, the struggle with being watched, but not seen.

albedo is breathless, overwhelmed, so used to feel in control that he doesn't know how to handle so much desire, so he reaches to you, almost as for help, despite you being the one who inflicted this on him. "please" as if "i don't know what do with myself, but i trust you to know", bright blue eyes wide open. "please what?", stroking the tender inner sides of his open thighs, and he swallows, but doesn't look away, doesn't blush, bites his lip with a concentrated little frown "Please fuck me. What do you want me to say that you don't already know? You know I want this badly enough to say anything, you've brought me to this on purpose. What would exact words matter?"

childe is so into exhibitionism, like have you met this whore. what the fuck is that half-open jacket on the naked torso. his shirt is like literally closed on only one button up top. that's ridiculous. tartag, wear some fucking undershirt. and this is not the same as geo men's straightforward sluttiness with crop tops or just being shirtless, no, childe wants to have some intrigue, to pretend it's a tease. except he doesn't have patience or self-control to be a tease, so he's like one step above the flashers. oh i'm srs business fatui, i'm wearing a srs bsns suit, it just happened to be dangling on a single clasp and showing off my abs wink wink. shut up, you whore, no one is buying that shit. if i met him in public and he introduced himself as "toy salesman", i'd think he's gonna try to sell me some vibrators by demonstrating them on himself right there. hold still girlie, im taking a dick pic. ok this somehow derailed into tartag slutshaming, but to be fair, if you made him undress somewhere where there's a chance he could be seen and then just kept telling him what a pathetic whore he is, he'd come untouched in ten minutes flat, which would be too soon bc i didn't even get to the fact that he's 11th harbringer and after signora and scara are out, there are only like 9 ppl left in harbringers AT ALL, what kind of LOSER do u have to be, so he'll have to keep standing on his knees, covered in cum, like a cringeslut failwhore he is

[rachel-of-autumnbow]

Day 10 of @fanovember: Online Dating

Vax is surprising his online girlfriend by watching her performance (and her) for the first time irl.

Vaxleth. Fucking cute i almost died writing this shit. Soft Vax. Feat Korring being the best dad. Probably grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

10. Online Dating

Vax put his phone back in his inside pocket and straightened the jacket lapels for the millionth time. He hated formal robes in general, but suits were a special kind of hatred for him. He had a comfortable set of clothes back in the motorbike chest. “Only a couple of hours,” he thought. “Then back to moving freely.” He waited until the theater doors opened and tried to sneak inside. It would have been easy, if it wasn’t for the flowers he was holding.

Kiki: im so nervous i think im gonna puke 🤮

Vax: itll be fine, its not the first time you do this

Kiki: it’s not the same today, my dad came

Vax: im sure he’ll be very proud of you

Kiki: i hope i don’t mess this up

Vax: you wont you’re a great actress

Kiki: you never saw me on stage

Kiki: or ever

Vax: yet

Kiki: anyway, i should get ready

Vax: go break a leg

Kiki: thanks babe 💚

“Hey, you, I will need your ticket, please.”

“Oh, sorry.” Vax pretended to look for his entrance ticket he didn’t have in his pockets. “I must have left it at home.”

“Sorry, sir, no entrance, no show.”

Vax nodded. “Alright, at least could you make sure to give this to Keyleth by the end of the play? Please.”

The doorman sighed. “Fine, but get out.” Vax turned around and pouted as he examined the hall for a different way to get in.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Vax looked at the man behind him, “yes, sir, I was about to leave…”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I couldn’t help but hear you’re an admirer of my daughter?”

Vax blinked. His mind quickly showed him the pictures he had seen him in. Pictures that Keyleth had sent him or posted. “Yes, that can be said.” The man smiled in the same way Keyleth did in their facetimes. ‘I can’t believe I’ve met my girlfriend’s father in real life before even seeing her’.

“May I know your name?”

“Vax’ildan, sir.” The man stared at him for a second as they shook hands and he ended up laughing.

“Oh, so you’re that Vax! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Keyleth talks a lot about you, and now I can see why.” Vax cleared his throat and felt a hand on his shoulder. “Does she know you’re here?”

“No, sir. I had a surprise planned.”

“And you left your ticket at home.”

“Actually… The gas and the flowers took all my savings. I was going to, well…”

“Sneak in?” Vax sighed and nodded. He never felt sorry or ashamed of the things he had to do due to his lack of money, but at that moment, he would rather Kiki’s dad not know any of it. “Then consider this your lucky day, come with me.”

“Sir?” The man didn’t say anything, just went to the doorman and gave him a ticket, pointing at Vax. The guy nodded and let them both in with a gesture. Vax followed Keyleth’s father through a corridor, then up a bunch of stairs and a door that led to a box, right in front of the stage. Probably the best seats in the theater.

The man invited him to sit in one of the front seats. “I always get two tickets for Keyleth’s performances, just in case me and my wife happen to be in town to come. I could make it this time, but she didn’t.”

“Thank you, sir.” Vax sat by his side. He had never been in a box before. He could see people under him moving like a sea of heads, slowly finding their place.

Keyleth’s father, Korrin, as it happened to be his name, talked to him while they waited for the play to start. They talked about their families, friends, and how he had met Keyleth. His pocket buzzed.

Kiki: i thought they were kidding about the sold out but they werent!

“Is that her?” Korrin asked.

Vax nodded. “Yes, she’s quite anxious about today.” He was tempted to say something like ‘yeah, i can see that’, but  he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

In that moment, the lights faded as the off voice started saying the welcoming. The play was fun, all of the actors were indeed amazing. Vax knew some of them, he had made friends with Keyleth’s circle during their relationship. He was aware, although he didn’t really care, of how dumb faced he looked when Keyleth made her first appearance.

Vax: that means there are so many people that want to see your brilliance.

Kiki: most of these are Scanlan admirers.

Vax: i refuse to believe none of them came for you

Vax: its mathematically impossible

Kiki: i thought you hated math

Vax: thats not the point

Kiki: i know 😁

Kiki: i wish you were here 😞

Vax: be careful what you wish for, it could come true

He had seen her in pictures, he had heard her in voice notes and calls, but none of that did justice to her. He imagined himself jumping out that box, running to the stage and kissing her right that moment, but he didn’t want to mess the show. He stood there, mouth half open and heart pining and longing.

Vax didn’t part eyes from the stage until the end, when the doorman entered the scene during the final bows with his bouquet. He handed it to Keyleth, who read the note and started scanning the crowd. Vax stood up and thanked Korrin for everything before heading out.

He waited in the hall for quite some time, he saw everyone go out and half an hour later, even Korrin waved at him when he was heading out. “I didn’t tell her a word. She’ll be out soon.”

Vax smiled, although he has a bundle of nerves. “Thanks.”

Ten more minutes passed and he heard steps in the hall. "Vax?" He turned around and he felt his heart splutter.

"Hey, Kiki." He could only catch her and spin around in a hug. Her hair smelled like freshly cut grass and her laughter was probably the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"I can't believe you're here." Keyleth pulled away to look at him.

Vax put a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I told you to be careful what you wish for."

Keyleth's smile became even brighter. "Did you watch the show too?"

Vax stroked her face, unable to believe he was actually doing what he had been dreaming of for so long. "Yeah, you're amazing, you know?"

"I-I mean… you came all the way to see me."

"Yeah… I also came to do something else."

"Really? Wha—"

Vax didn't hold the kiss anymore.

[ghostaddictgremlin]

Kamen Rider Gaim

Ep 36

The jacket is killing me. There was no need to still wear that thing. The back part is only rags

KAITO WHAT WAS YOUR FUCKING MISSION THERE😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm so sorry but my baby is trying to break free and is just used again by fondue*

Oh is Kaito evolving into a tree?

WHY DO WE HAVE ANOTHER GAY MOMENT BETWEEN ZACK AND GLASSES GUY?!

Is that a new jacket or are you still fucking tattered, my guy?

Why is melon man such a cutie patootie with Kouta I can't do this

ALSO CHANGE THE FUCKING JACKET OR SKIP IT ALTOGETHER

Also like you may have tried your best but you didn't raise him quite well

Melon man's side burns are doing things to me that I will neither explore nor explain

Yeah, that's... that's correct. Like really no shame but one of the reasons for Micchi's downfall is definitely melon man

Oh I actually fucking love that so much

"You are my shadow. You are every mistake I've made." "If I'm your shadow... then I... can't be real until you're gone!" "That's right." THAT LINE JUST HIT SO MUCH OUT OF NOWHERE

CAN THE MUSIC IM THE BACKGROUND PLS CHILL I AM FUCKING DYING OVER HERE

"He dances to pieces without even needing my prodding. He's the finest toy." AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

JQBZIWBZIBWJZBQJZBQJSBQJSBQJSBJSJSJHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

BROKEN SUITS I REPEAT BROKEN SUITS

Why did he die in gay sprinkles?

Lowkey was melon man made for me. He died without dying then revealed he is not dead only to die again without how I assume dying

* for the love of God, I had to google. I cannot remember her name to save my life. Fondue is Redue

Ep 37

Why are Gaim filler episodes so random?😭

I can't take another fever dream😭😭

Kaito is just having a drug trip or something

This is worse than Hakaider😂😂😭😭😭

I CAN'T DO THIS

Where the fuck are you running to, Kouta?

He looks so silly😭😭

And that's why you shouldn't take drugs, kids

Why's he gay like Evolto and why is the apple suit so cool???

Ep 38

Omf I love Micchi's close ups of the eyes. He looks so dead inside

Oh god, Micchi is full on loosing his mind. At least in his vision melon man has a new suit. And Fondue is just like... enjoying Micchi's insanity

HWBZJABZJA HAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY IS MICCHI'S ACTOR SO GOOD

No Fondue, I don't think he's broken. I think he's totally fine

For a moment I thought Dr. Stylish is wearing a skirt and I was feeling things

I love him so much

I love his summer outfit, it looks so stupid

Btw Micchi, don't you want to go look for Rat and the girl?

You're so uncomfortable Micchi, oh my goodness

PEKOOOOOOOOOOOO

Defuq is going on with Micchi's strength?

Ep 39

I love savage melon man vision

Kqbskqbykqbdks Dr. Stylish is so skrunkly I aIdvqkqbdlbd

I would kiss him just so he shuts the fuck up

THAT WAS SO DESERVED PLS PUNCH DR. STYLISH IN THE FACE MORE OFTEN

I love that after every inconvenience, Dr. Stylish makes sure to dust of his shirt

The fruit is speaking to him!!

Ep 40

Wdym there wasn't an elevator before? Who build it in a few days???

Wait, is that another Build set? What is that? The hurricane scenes set?

"The snake tempted you with power and you took it, didn't you?" Hqvsjabsjq I blame Sleep Token on my fascination with Eden

Yeah, he's turning inves but lmaoo ever seen Build in suits past their power?

Oh welp, guess Kouta's gonna die

So we now wait the next 7 episodes for Kouta to die hated?

Jqbzjqbsjqbsj yes, Kaito, the solution is to just kick it😂😂😂

The way they mirror it with Yuuya and Hase🙃

No Fondue. You're hated bc you suck

Couldn't they have chosen ANY other angle. LITERALLY

Dr. Stylish is just having a lil movie night. Good for him. Treat yourself, princess

It was obvious but still like... for 40 episodes you were trying to tell us he's wrong and now he's right???😭

[dearest-painter]

slay x1000!! i really like the idea of reader wearing a mini mask as a poker-face, i could imagine them stealing from the cookie jar and going ٩(˘◡˘)۶ -- do you think they would wear it 24/7 or only sometimes? like all the heisters lowkey wanting a face reveal so bad but r trying to be patient abt it. i also think the punishment idea from the first concept is rlly interesting too! Sokol is giving a stern talking to reader about not pick-pocketing every person you see and running off without permission, and the rest of the gang is like.. my poor baby!! no!!! they give death stares to Sokol the rest of the week, even if they agree with his overprotective logic.

also feel free to sit on these as long as ya want, im just kinda spittin em out after school lol, so no pressure! im kinda tempted to write a fic on this stuff now

Nah it’s fine! I love answering these man and if you do tag me!

But they wear the mask all the time as most of the time when Reader was homeless they got sick a lot so they wear the mask just to feel a bit more protected. I feel like only Jacket has seen Reader’s face and only Reader has seen jacket’s face which he rubs it in with the others. Bain surprisingly hasn’t seen their face as when their pulled up on the data base all he has is their date of birth,no records of family,hospital trips,schools,moving,or anything really it’s just like they disappeared. Reader’s bio family is probably a sensitive topic to the point if they had a drink in their hand it’s shaking violently while Reader just stares in silence.

Reader mostly eats in their room and always somehow put on their mask before anyone can see when they come in,it’s like a 6 sense.

Now the punishment yeah it’s mostly Sokol,he’ll just give them a stern talking while reader just gives him a blank face like ‘bitch please we both know that I’ll do this again AND get away with it try me’. It’s mostly Sokol who will notice that Reader is pick-pocketing every person but he won’t make them give it back. Everyone glared at him for the whole week not caring if they agree the only one who doesn’t glare at him is surprisingly Dallas. Dallas doesn’t because he understands and actually worries each time. Reader literally has like 3 boxes filled with shit they stole or jackets stuff…jackets is reader’s favorite and Often steals from him but always keep it in good conditions. Bain doesn’t care honestly that Reader pick-pocketing or Sokol gets them in trouble as long as their safe he doesn’t care.

Back onto the mask one. Reader and Jacket go mask shopping often while they pick out for each other. You know those videos that say ‘Going out,luckily I have my scary dog privileges!’ That’s basically Reader and Jacket. Jacket when he’s not being a heister wears mostly dark,edgy,alternative clothes or just dark colored clothes that have some color but he looks scary as shit because he is tall and is a silent guy. Reader I feel like they wear dark but also colorful clothes but since their a teenager their very short so just imagine seeing a masked teenager walk around with their tall ass scary adult BFF. Reader also makes mask for them both but they prefer to buy it because they get to pick each other’s mask.

[tonydaddingham]

✨ episode 5 - running commentary✨

- this episode better be the one to Alter My Brain Chemistry, I NEED AN explanation for the too fast for me scene pls

- THEY BETTER KISS I S2G

- right okay hi shax I hate you 😘 but Miranda is killing WAIT TEN THOUSAND WHAT THATA OVERKILL ITS ONE SILLY BILLY ANGEL AND A DUMB ASS DEMON

- "can I watch" crowley TONE IT DOWN KINKY BOY

- "there will be sandwiches" LOL IM IN BABES

- DOCTOR WHO lmao harpischord guy get fucking SERVED

- HES JUST TEMPTED SOMEONE AND GIVEN AWAY A BOOK??? my guy going through some ROUGH character development

- hell is literally so understaffed wtf

- MAGIC SHOP AGAIN YES

- ERDNASE REFERENCE ERDNASE REFERENCE

- Crowley is so proud of his husband BUT THAT FEZ NEEDS TO GOOOOO

- neil if you ever read this pls can we have aziraphale be a permanent party planner bc he does the mostest and pls ignore my criticism of ep1 and 2 I take it all back pls pls more aziraphale planning tf out of shit

- SHAX MOMMY YES💅💅💅 ALSO ERIC MY BELOVED My sweet baby boy

- FRENCH AZIRAPHALE YOU NEED TO STOP crowley is FED UP he looks like a kid whose mum got caught chatting at the supermarket

- aziraphale pls stop

- NINA KNOWS WHATS UP GAY SPOTS GAY

- no crowley don't make that face no why why why WHY YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT😭😭😭✨ he loves you CROWLEY YOU BLIND FUCKKNG IDIOT and you love HIM you emotionally stunTED APE

- the glasses and sideburns are still BUGGING ME someone explain did he go shOPPING OFF SCREEN????

- ERIC NO BYEBYE MY LOVERRRRR

- wow that was a long pre credit bit wtf

- DATE???? oh no crowley is pulling away no no no

- "SMUT?" fucking OKAY??? DO IT THEN YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH✨💓

- fuck they're about to have a Conversation aren't they and get drunk and it's about to get EMOTIONAL

- Crowley FUCK

- CROWLEY BOO

- "friend" ok lol

- he's about to throw mf HANDS but goob is so innocent NO WAIT CROWLEY NO DOMT DO THAT oh thank fuck

- matchbox ajamakajalam sns

- lmao the growth that Crowley just did in 30 seconds gave me WHIPLASH

- Muriel no pls don't do it bbygirl💓💓 OH GOD YOUVE GONE DONE IT NOW

- ah Jim's mug

- DECORATING MIRACLES YES BABY

- WAIT AND SEE ✨✨✨✨

- oh aziraphale I love u so MUCH 😭😭😭

- Mrs sandwich I LOVE HER no aziraphale don't ask pls bby

- CROWLEY WHAT U SNIFFIN HONEY UR LIKE A BLOODHOUND FOR TROUBLE WHAT A POWER

- GOOB YOU ARE FABULOUS DARLING I LOVE JT✨

- "you young people"

- F BOMB FUCK YES

- oh no Maggie no not you CROWLEY YOU HERO GOD BLESS tell em babes

- lmao are they even gonna get to dance this is so stressful

- Mrs sandwich just chill out honey you are a madam SEX WORK IS VALID REAL WORK I said what I said

- "have a vol au vent" SO MARRIED💓

- omg am i now liking Maggie and nina hmmmmmmm AZIRAPHALE'S FACE crowley you could have that IF YOU EVEN TRIED MY GUY

- I HAVE SUCH JACKET ENVY LMAOOOO goob you are the only valid character

- WHAT no stop goob stop

- fuck OFF THEY ACTUALLY SANCE FUXK KM SWEATINF NOOOOOOK💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOYS PLEASE

- well fuck that's put a spanner in the works

- aziraphale go fucking NAILS GET THEIR ASS oh that's not good✨

- GOOBY NO BE QUIET SHHHHHH

- GOOB NO

- NO GOOB

- the mf coat is SPECTACULAR ✨✨✨✨ did they spend the whole budget on it???? HES SO FABULOUS AND FRUITY

- oh my god the miracle is working against them fuck

- the fact that the humans are just chilling lmaoooo

- NEIL WE NEED CROWLEY AS A LAWYER PLS THANK U they just got SEVRED✨💓

- lmao IT WAS FAKE HAHAHAHAHA

- Mr brown shut up pipe down back in your box

- see that's what you get when you run your mouth

- IS THIS EVERY

- CMON GIVE ME EVERY

- oh my god crowley is the PATRON VIRGIN saint of sex work I LIVE FOR IT god bless or maybe not

- IS THAT A PRAISE KINK I SEE

- "rescuing me makes him so happy" FUCKING DECEASED

- Muriel lmao we know this it's ok bby take HIM TO HEAVEN IN THE ANGEL-ON-THE-ASS TRACKSUIT

- the MUSIC OKAY ITS GOOD NOW YES YES YES✨

- GOING UP

- I'm dead

[prognostic-santhanas]

Nepeta Cosplay Update!!

Im going to a convention super soon (yippee) and since it was my first convention, i decided to cplay my beloved Nepeta! I knew its be a lot of work but I've been working on and off on this project for a month now amd have been making excellent purrogress!

Here are the shoes Im wearing. Im not going go change the beads or anything, but i added the paws specifically for the cosplay.

Her tail! It doesnt look like much with its mot attached to my pants, but i assure you it looks great! I made it myself from an old shirt and pillow stuffing. I added beads and my homestuck bracelets to it as well!

This was definitely the hardest part of the cosplay for me. I used an old fluffy white sock and cut out the face as I sewed it in. I... lost a lot of sock doing this. Its a lil lopsided but it looks amazing! Im tempted to wear this outside without it being cosplay x33

Fingerless gloves! I just cut off the fingers of a pair of black gloves I had. I'll also add her claws in by cutting knuckle holes and using cardboard. Thats a 'maybe', though, since Im worried about it being hard to use my hands with giant knifeclaws.

Pins I made tk put on her jacket! I might add my own pins into the mix but I want these to be the main stars of the show. I just drew the design, outlined and coloured it in with marker, and layered+cut it out onto multiple layers of paper and glued them together. I used hot glue and a safety pin to actually turn it into a pin.

And finally, her famous jacket! I saw this at an H&M and knew it was perfect. The sleeves are huge and almost cover my hands, and the pockets are massice as well (fit for a wild huntress). I adore this jacket and sometimes wear it to bed.

thats all so far! Soon I can make the horns and attach them to the hat, but thatll take a while to do. But overall, im so proud kf my first ever cosplay and hope it gets even one fellow Homestuck fan to chat me up. Ill even practice a good photo pose just in case~

[lukeskylovr]

spoilers for every good omens s2 episode under the cut!

EP 1

CROWLEY BEING SO EXCITED OMFG IM GONNA CRY

oh she’s so vibrant i’m going to kill someone

AZI AND MAGGIE OH MY GOD he’s so lovely. AND SHOSTAKOVICH?!!??! I FUCKING LOVE SHOSTAKOVICH

aw no omg heaven won’t talk to azi anymore 😭😭

maggie and nina oh my god they’re sooooooooo cute

OMG AZI CONDUCTING THR MUSIC WHILET LISTENING I DO THAT 😭😭 HES SO ME

HI MURIEL

oh their outfit is so pretty i love it

i missed crowley’s walk so much

THE 3 REASONS AZI CALLS CROWLEY IM GONNA EXPLODE

oh my god he called him angel again i’m

maggies clothes are so so cute i love them

omg maggie and i are so similar i love her

NOOOOO SHE HAS A PARTNER

crowley w his glasses off ❤️❤️

“I . am . dusting . 👿” 😭😭

CROWLEY SMOKING 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg they’re locked in the shop together

muriel my little skrunkle 😽😽😽😽

all the angels having different coloured shoes aaaaa

NO EW THE FLIES IN CROWLEY’S CAR EWWW

yeah maggie is so me i don’t drink either

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY OH MY FUCKING GOD I KNEW IT WAS CROWLEY’S SONG

a proper apology *falls to my knees* 😭😭😭

A FUCKING LITTLE DANCE?!!?!? IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WHAT WAS THAT

ep 2

azi’s outfit ❤️❤️ he is so beautiful

i actually don’t hate crowley’s beard 😽😽

AWWW MURIEL HIII

i am loving these job era angel outfits

azi singing 😭

MAGGIE CRYING !?!

aziraphale is definitely autistic omg “it’s just a thing you say” ohhhhhhh he is so autistic

they’re at the pub?!

i can’t w these two crowley definitely reads fanfiction . he’s lying about seeing it in the film

“she had balls” “well” ☠️☠️☠️

A CLUE 😭😭😭❤️❤️

“don’t pronounce the capital letter” ☠️😭❤️

“nice gaff” ☠️

“i know the angel you were” KILL ME NOW

actually this whole scene is destroying me

“i’m not grinning!!” HES SOO CUTE

hi ty tennant 😽

aw jemimah is so cute

what omg azi didnt used to eat human food ?????? and crowley tempted him to start ??? i’m crying they’re so

my boy is fucking destroying that ox rib

AZI WINKING AT CROWLEY AWWWWW

“our car” FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS

THE OCEAN SCENE IM SEEING IT WITH MY OWN EYES

azi nooo omg he thinks he’s going to hell 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ my baby

that scene is going to fucking haunt me

ep 3

awwww azi going along with muriel they’re so sweet

a cupperty omg 😭

“you love trains” ☠️ yeah he would wouldn’t be

they’re sitting so close they are definitely lovers

crowley stop stressing muriel out 👿

oh i actually didn’t expect that azi would be a shit driver

OH MY FUCKING GOD THE OUTFITS IVE BEEN WSITING FOR

fem crowley i love you

omg crowley w a scottish accent

HE CAN FEEL WHEN AZI DRIVES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT ?!(! 😭😭

STOP IT WHAT HAS AZI DONE TO THE BENTLEY HES SO 😭

…. is that crowley without his jacket on …

IT IS

wow this crowley outfit is stunning she looks amazing

no omg azi hugging the jar w the tumour

HIS LITTLE HAT

this minisode is so sad

TINY CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK 😭

what the fuck now he’s massive

awwwww azi holding crowley awwww

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” 😭😭 azi

maggie and nina are my favs oh my god

“if any harm comes to aziraphale from thsi i will” falls to my knees again

ep 4

fuck off shax leave my boy alone

“a little bemused as to why crowley should risk destruction for you” girl you have no idea

“YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE@ SHUT UPASNBSBD

no way there were rumours that crowley and azi are going out shut up 😭❤️

i’m so fucking stressed right now

oh my god it’s the blitz empisode i can’t fucking do this right now

oh them in the car ❤️

OH MY GOD IM FINALLY GETTING MY MAGICIAN AZIRAPHALE BACK

did i just watch an animated spider take a shit

if my boy’s magic show is ruined by some zombies i will be so mad

AZI PAUSING AT ‘friends’ OH IM SICK

😭 crowley pretending to be the audience

oh azi. i am finding this hard to watch but i love it

his little outfit i’m going insane

i’m shitting my pants rn there is no reason for this to be making me so nervous

OH JT WORKED

HES SO CUTE W THE FEATHER BOA AW

ok the picture the demon took of them is kinda nice

they’re on a date 😭😭🥹🥹

“i knew you’d come through for me. you always do.” KILL ME

SHAX CALLING AZI ‘crowley’s pet’ WHAT!?!,!

ep 5

stop crowley w the hat and the glass thing i’m crying

OMG THE DEMON FROM LAST SEASON

azi please stop speaking french i beg you

NINA AND CROWLEY TALKING ABOUT AZI STOP 😭😭

ugh drunk crowley

he’s gonna shout i know it he’s gonna be so mad

ohhhhhh he’s furious

“MY ONLY FRIEND” 😭😭😭😭😭

did crowley just tell gabriel to kill himself 🫢

THE MATCHBOX WHAT

how does jim fit on that tiny ass bed

crowley shouting at nina ☠️☠️

JIM’S SUIT 😭 love it

maggie hurry up pls pls pls

i love the woman in the black sparkly suit she reminds me of my aunt

MAGGIE AND NINA HIIIIII oh she looks stunning nina ily

also the harpsichord man’s suit is fabulous i want it

AZI SMILING AT THEM DANCING I CANT DO THIS

ok that magician’s partner is serving so hard that dress is amazing

oh. my. god. are azi and crowley fucking dancing are they going to fucking dance

MY DADS AEW DANCING WITH EACH OTHER

stop omg jim surrendering himself in that fabulous outfit is so

“i won’t leave you on your own” 🙁🙁🙁

“ur a good lad” “i’m not actually. either” YES!!!!!! TAKE THAT GENDERFLUID CROWLEY DENIERS !!’n TAKE RHAT!!! that you neil gaiman i love you mwah

“rescuing me makes him so happy” I AM GOING TO GO FUCKING INSANE THEY ARE SO INSIFFWRABLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MICH

aw muriel and crowley ❤️❤️

WAIT IM GETTING SHITTY ANGEL DISGUISE CROWLEY YES OMG

ep 6!!!!!!

i love his stupid fuckinf angel cosplay so much. and his little hops 😭

“i had brothers u don’t scare me by making faces!” STOP SHES SO RIGHT

DONT CALL MY GIRL MAGGIE UNLOVABLE

maggie ily but srsly 😭

“i haven’t always been a demon” IS TJIS A CALLBACK TO “that was a long time ago, angel” 😭😭👿

noo azi remembering the fire 🙁🙁

“crowley’s emotional support angel” STOP IT 👿👿👿

AW CROWLEY PUNCHING MURIEL LIKE THAT IM CRYING I LOVE THEM

bro why did they tell gabriel to take his clothes off ☠️

bro what is azi doing 😟

A HALO!??!

damn 😭

ohhhhh i love crowley sm

azi what have you done 😭😭😭

THE FLY WAS GABRIEL THIS WHOLE TIME !?!?!? STOP IT that is so fucking unserious neil gaiman i love you

NO WHAG THE FUCK IT WENT IN HIS EYEBALL

“you can’t always get what you live for” um. um am i supposed to think of azi and crowley when i hear that

are these two assholes in love with each other ….

GABRIEL MADE THE JUKEBOX PKAY EVERYDAY FOR BEELZEBUB!!(!!!!!???!!?!

period aziraphale

crowley don’t talk to me about alpha centauri i can’t do this

shut up michael

crowley sitting like that 😭

fuck off metatron looking at crowley like that leaving him alone u bastard

“us time” i am going to die

maggie and nina giving crowley advice omg ❤️❤️❤️

azi PLEASE just let crowley talk oh my god i’m actually gonna explode

oh azi 🙁

RESTORE CROWLEY TO FULL ANGELIC STATUS ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING

no nightingales 😟

“we could have been … us” what if i killed myself

i am fucking devastated no one talk to me

[rainbowotter]

I’ve some how motivated myself to design and make a jacket for Brain W. Foster, when for the past 3 months I’ve had no motivation do anything

[misspearly1]

“Im bored. Wanna play?” With Max Phillips 🥴😩

Ooohh, Nonnie! 😏 I love this prompt choice for Maxie, it fits so nicely for him, however I must admit that when typing this up, I was still in my fluffy feels 🤣. We got ourselves some soft Max Phillips over here. Thank you for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read, my darling. ❤️

Overstimulated

Pairing: Max Phillips x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Teasing, flirting, complimenting. Smut. Gentle/Passionate smut. Oral (M receiving). Over stimulation. Fade to black sex in the bathtub. Lots of fluff.

Prompts: "I'm bored. Wanna play?"

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Staying at home this peaceful Sunday, you chose the activity that most people would do and just relaxed to the full extent by doing all the little things you love. 

First up was sleeping in late this morning, and you loved every minute of it. Secondly, you ordered breakfast rather than cooking it yourself, and you savoured every bite. You were just feeling lazy and enjoyed the delicacy of someone else cooking for you instead, and thirdly, you’ve just finished running an extra hot bubble bath and plan to read a book for the next fifteen or twenty minutes while the water cools down enough for you to climb in. 

It’s the little things that bring you comfort and joy.

Your vampire boyfriend however, Max Phillips, has just come home from work earlier than you expected him to. Not a lot of people at his firm work on Sundays, but a few take up any chance they can get working double time, and today as it seems, Max came home early because it’s too quiet in the office. Well, that’s your immediate assumption because the man is a workaholic. 

“Hey baby,” You greet him as he enters the lounge, “Everything ok?” You ask, though you suspect everything is ok and you’ve already assumed the reason why he’s home early, you still ask just in case something is wrong. Besides, it opens the door to a conversation about how his day has been and you’re interested to know, even if there isn’t much to tell. 

“No, actually. Everything isn’t ok,” He replies, and your mood shifts instantly with worry. Setting your book down and sitting up straight on the sofa, you look at him with furrowed brows and pat the empty seat beside you, beckoning him to come explain what’s wrong.

After shaking off his jacket and draping over the back of the sofa, he loosens his tie while walking towards you, the expression on his face speaking of mischief and devilry. “Just spent six hours at work doing nothing, toots. It was torture,” He explains, pouting exaggeratedly, “Then I come home to find you on the sofa, looking so fine and beautiful.” 

You blush. Hearing the little sexy growl in his voice and feeling flattered by his compliments, the mood shifts once again, worry was quickly replaced with relief and arousal, especially when he takes position on the table in front of you and leans in, his proximity dangerously tempting your sexual desire to just jump on top of him and make love, though you hold back on the urge just to be a tease. 

“Max,” You tut and shake your head at him, “You scared me for a second there. Don’t do that again, I thought something bad happened.” You berate with a whine in your tone, but it just flies over his head anyway because the vampire abilities he possesses can sense the lies in your words. You’re not actually mad at him, not in the slightest, in fact, you found his actions amusing. 

“But it’s the truth, toots.” Max argues his case and point, dragging the tip of his finger up and down your inner leg with a smirk on his lips. “I can’t help but feel the way I feel when you look so fucking hot.” He pays you another compliment, this time with a genuine warm smile as you blush again. His hands, cold and soft to the touch, slip around the back of your legs with a gentle squeeze as he maintains your eye contact. “Do you have anything to do? Or do I have you all to myself?” He asks, keeping in mind that you were just about to read a book and how you like to spend your Sunday’s relaxing. 

“Just my bath, which is cooling down,” You reply honestly, your eyes darting to the book with a shrug. “I could read later tonight instead. Why, what do you have in mind?” You watch as Max subtly bites his lip, his dark wanton eyes roaming the expanse of your face with suggestion. “I’m bored,” He whispers seductively, his hands groping your thighs now, “Wanna play?”  

“Gee, I thought you’d never ask,” You respond eagerly, mirroring his actions as you, too, bite your lip with an anticipated nod. “I’d love to play, Maxie,” closing the gap ever so slowly, you dare an attempt to pull your head back, but the man was far too quick. He chuckles softly while his hand darted up and cradled the back of your neck, holding you still to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips. 

“Stop playing with me, toots.” Max growls into your mouth and smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue inside. You slide your hands up his chest and pull his tie off completely, caressing his shoulders that draws out a groan so delectable to your ears. He breaks the kiss, sighing breathily, “Love it when you do that.”

You close the gap this time and kiss him fervently, passionately, expressing your love wordlessly. Max picks up on your desires, not only from your actions but from the smell of your pheromones too. It’s so potent that it makes him feel weak in the knees. Usually, he likes to take the lead and show you a good time, but right now, he follows your movements as you guide him to sit on the sofa and lean back.

“Open your shirt for me,” You ask while kneeling to the floor, situating yourself between his legs. “Too many buttons and I’m too impatient,” You reach out for his belt and open it up, pulling the leather through the loops on his pants before tossing it over your shoulder. 

“Fuck,” He makes a surprised sound, breathing deep and hard with a palpable ache to feel your lips around his cock. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” He groans, popping the top three buttons of his shirt open before pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. The man would tear it open, but you bought him this shirt and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

You giggle from his actions regardless, finding something so sweet and wholesome about him being gentle. It wouldn’t matter to you if he did tear it off, but you liked that he didn’t. Hips lifting off the sofa to help you pull down his trousers after you open them up, your brows raise with delight when seeing, and hearing, his dick spring back and slap against his lower stomach. “Oh,” You whisper while watching dribbles of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and onto his skin. “Someones excited.” 

“Can you really blame me?” Max chuckles bashfully and looks at you with accusatory eyes. “My gorgeous girlfriend is sitting between my legs, of course I’m excited.” The muscles in his legs tense as you reach out to hold them, running your hands up and down his thighs firmly, and smiling proudly at the way his dick twitches from your actions. You love seeing him so clearly affected by your touch. 

“Well,” You say, looking up at him, “Don’t let me keep you waiting, sexy.” Leaning slowly while holding his gaze, he watches you attentively as you drag your tongue up his cock and his mouth falls open with a gasp spilling from his lips. You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him inside your mouth with a gentle suck, the action making him jerk away with sensitivity and throw his head back in bliss. 

“Nghh! Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Max chokes out, and you love the struggle he faces when trying to talk coherently between pleasurable moans. You take more of him inside your mouth until it becomes uncomfortable in your jaw, then you begin bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off with skill as you fondle his balls. You feel the weight of them in your hands, so full and desperate to release its contents into the warmth of your mouth.

The man balled his hands into fists at his sides and his jaw clenches with his brows tightly knitted together. “Fuck!” He grunts, then gasps with hurried breaths. “Fuck. Gonna cum already,” He warns with a tinge of shame to his voice, as if he were ashamed for not lasting longer than he usually does. You don’t mind either way. It’s rewarding in itself to see the man unfolding before your very eyes so quickly. 

Upon feeling his balls tighten in the palm of your hands and watching him throw his head back with all the dirty noises you love to hear that were so satisfying to your ears, you braced for the load he was about to spill. You sample a taste of salt on your tongue and hum around him, the vibrations of your voice working as added stimulation that just ultimately pushes him over the edge. 

“Ohhhh,” Max moans, deeply and gutturally, he moans through his release and spills ropes upon ropes of his seed directly down your throat as you gulp it all back. Even after he had given all that he could, you continued to suck his cock until he became overstimulated, groaning brokenly as he jerked away. “Too much, toots.” He whispers, needing a moment to come down from his high before re-joining reality. The man's head was in the clouds, overcome with ecstasy and euphoria. 

There’s only been a handful of occasions where you’ve been able to render Max so weak and exhausted with satisfaction, and that was after he had gone several rounds with you first. Seeing him exhausted and completely spent right now brings you a huge sense of pride and achievement. He needed a little longer than a moment to come back down to earth, and while he did that, you peppered him with loving kisses, praises in your whispers and reassurance in your stroking touch. 

Moving up his body slowly and gazing into his eyes, you kiss his lips gently and mumble how much you love him, to which he mumbles how much he loves you too in return. And as soon as his stamina and energy returned, your clothes were discarded quicker than you’ve ever removed them with your own hands and before you knew it, he whisked you into the bathroom and lowered himself into the tub with you held in his arms.  

And together, you shared a hot bubble bath, making love to each other passionately.

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[love-toxin]

(1) Demon Eddie au-

There is a legend in Hawkins- about a serial killer who used dark magic or was possessed by a demon. What he did to his victims was so horrific, that he went down in history. Now, you’ve moved to this small, dumpy town and you’re eager to leave it all behind.

Insert Eddie the Freak, who resides in the upside down and cannot stay in normal reality for too long. He goes in and out- ageless and invincible, practically. All of his friends have died, and here he is- living, or surviving- barely.

N-NOT DEMON EDDIE IM-

hnghhhhh…..imagine…..it's been years since all those strange happenings in that tiny town in Indiana. you're a pretty young thing approaching the turn of the century in crappy old 1996 Hawkins, filled with little to nothing save for a couple farms, downtown, a new mall built in place of the one that burned a decade ago, and a bunch of oldies. not the way you wanted to spend the summer of your 18th year.

the only thing that differentiates Hawkins from any other small town in America is its storied past. news articles filled with crazy accidents line the local library–mysterious deaths, crooked lab shutdowns, missing persons reports, mass deaths, a serial killer, and alien theories. it's all bull as far as you're concerned, even though you're now one of very few young people populating Hawkins, since so many families have moved away to save their poor, innocent children from aliens and boogeymen.

surprisingly, though, you're tempted to believe one of those stories. one that you might be able to confirm yourself, because you've seen it. him. out in the woods.

some guy with long, greasy hair, and a worn out denim jacket over a stained white shirt and jeans. you first thought he was some creep coming to spy on anyone that came to make out at the picnic table behind the high school, but he was too….cautious. shifting his weight from foot to foot, humming along to some song and tapping the rhythm out on his leg with fidgety fingers. since you first saw him, you put your finger on the melody. an old Metallica song. interesting choice.

and because you see him more than once, and you're too curious to let it go, you take a look at some of those old newspapers. find the articles detailing how he murdered a cheerleader in his trailer and some kid out near the highway, his missing person's photo, some pictures you almost gloss over of him posing together with a bunch of kids for the Hawkins' Hellfire club group photo. 1986. that's the most recent year you can find photos from, the year that he died.

but you know it's him. this isn't some copycat or lookalike–he's wearing the Hellfire shirt, the same one from that photo, and the next time you see him he doesn't just watch you from the treeline. he comes up to the picnic table with a smile, asks if he can take a seat with you. you know his name, don't you? but he'll introduce himself anyways. Eddie the Freak. the name rolls off his tongue like he hasn't said it in a while.

and thus starts a new friendship….or something along those lines. there's been plenty of misinformation floating around the details of Hawkins' dark history, and Eddie turns out to actually be really sweet–and he's alive, or kind of, which is crazy in itself–so it doesn't make you hesitate in thinking that those stories aren't true. he just seems like a guy that was down on his luck and suffered some even worse misfortune upon trying to do the right thing.

oh, how naïve you are. you don't even realize what he's doing, how he's luring you in, making you safe and comfortable with him, even nurturing a romance with you, just to make it easier. easier to finally pull you into the upside down with him when it's time, and keeping you there with him forever, where he can have you all to himself for the rest of all eternity. how romantic, isn't it?

[lovelytsunoda]

wait on me // lance stroll

summary: the minute he met her, he knew she was his forever. now, when all the vows are said and done, he gets to make her his all over again. or, wedding night sex with lance.

authors note: ive had so much wedding fever lately, its the hopeless romantic in me. enjoy yourselves and expect more to come in the wedding saga because im tempted to do one of these for everybody.

also shoutout to @whorekneecentral for her take on the lance wedding night !!

first lets go back a little bit to the wedding itself

just imagine lance in a powder blue suit with a white button up

idk why but i have been obsessed with this idea

i imagine that he went suit shopping with alex who suggested it as a joke

and then lance tried it on and they were both like ‘damn. that actually looks really good’

so lance in powder blue

now for y/n’s dress

its simple, lacy and beautiful

and lance thinks that it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

although he thinks his new wife would look even better out of the dress

his eyes are glued to her the entire ceremony, a look of love plastered on his face

and then the first dance is where he starts to get a little handsy

the music is on, not an inch of space between their bodies

all y/n wants is to hold lance close, to make sure that the love of her life isn’t going anywhere

it starts out as sweet, romantic dancing

her head in the crook of his neck, his hands on her waist

a few gentle kisses here and there

and then his hand slowly starts to drop down the back of her dress

he has a cheeky grin on his face as y/n scolds him, his hand still gently resting on her ass before he kisses her again

they’re sitting at the table before the speeches begin, lance’s hand resting on her thigh as he whispers sweet nothings in a combination of hebrew and canadian french ( which sounds lame as hell when compared to regular french but ‘mon amour’ sounds great in any dialect )

all through alex’s best man speech, his hand never leaves y/n, running his fingers up and down her thigh, her head resting on his shoulder as she places her hand on top of lance’s.

“i really hate being the center of attention” she would remark quielty, to which lance finds himself chuckling as well

“i never really got used to it either. i hate attention.”

“why did you decide to become a hot shot race car driver then?”

she smells like bath and body works and wine

he smells like expensive cologne and cognac as he undoes his smart little bow tie, a bright smile on his face

when the reception ends, and bride and groom make their dramatic exit, they run off with one of lawrence’s classic ferraris , ‘just married’ painted on the back window

in washable paint, of course. like those whiteboard markers that are just for glass

lance’s sister found this adorable boutique hotel with one of those heart shaped beds

lance is the kind of guy that would carry his wife through the doorway and then accidentally bump into the wall

“i love you so much”

slow, deep kisses as they stand in the middle of the room, his hands wandering freely now that there’s no audience.

tries to seductively unbutton the dress but fails miserably because there are too many buttons and he can’t see a damn thing

both parties are giggling and a little tipsy as it takes the two of them almost twenty minutes to get the dress off

and then y/n insists on hanging it up so that the expensive fabric doesn’t wrinkle.

“i paid $1,500 for this dress, lance. i’m not ruining it.”

while y/n hangs up the dress, lance casts aside the suit jacket and undoes his white button up, lighting a few candles near the bed before he takes y/n by the hand and guides her towards the plush mattress,

taking in every inch of her body in the white lace lingerie before he kisses her again

“i can’t believe i get to spend the rest of my life loving you, y/n strulovitch.”

kissing every single inch of her body as he slowly undresses her

fingers laced together with arms pinned over her head as lance begins to slowly thrust into her, capturing the moans in a kiss

y/n’s legs curled tightly around his waist and hips, lance’s soft caress all over her body

foreheads resting against each other

this man is so in love its not even funny

one round where they’re on their sides facing each other, eye contact the entire time

one kiss for every deep, toe curling thrust

he definitely gets off on feeling the cool metal of y/n’s wedding band against his skin, knowing that she’s his forever now

definitely makes a serious attempt to stay at it all night, taking little breaks in between for breathing time and making out

he still thinks he’s dreaming, that he’s going to wake up in the morning in his monaco apartment and y/n will be gone

holding her tightly as they drift off to sleep, softly whispering in hebrew as she traces the tattoo on his ribcage with the tip of her ring finger

both are sore in the morning

and they sleep in so late that they almost miss their flight to greece, where they plan to spend their honeymoon

sebastian calls and yells at lance over the phone until the poor guy fully wakes up and remembers his flight leaves at noon, and then panic when he realizes it’s already ten a.m.

[dimpledcherry]

Eddie Munson VS Emotions - some headcanons

( he is very near and dear to my heart, he’s also a lot of fun to watch . )

ohmy- an eddie masterlist!!

Excited

so we all know he gitters when excited.. well he definitely has little moments of him running in a small circle when OVERLY jazzed about something

ohymgod homeboy so so so kicks his feet 

he will run out to Wayne and just *info dump*

10/10 a rambler on max speed

Wayne harass to tell him to breathe or slow down like 8 times

when he gets a new cassette -> this man will speed home, run straight in and to his room, THROW the preloaded cassette into the abyss, put on this new album, 100% volume or what's the point and just either: A) sit on his bed gushing B) running around the trailer singing, shouting, playing air guitar

Happy

nah bc when he’s happy.... EVERYONE knows about it

dude couldn’t hold that thing in for the life of him

defo has a light footed, bouncy happy walk

will dot about the kitchen giggling to himself -> depending on what's made him happy

he prefers his hair slightly out of his face when happy

his comfort / optimal happiness outfit is the hellfire shirt - ripped jeans - leather jacket denim vest combo - reeboks.

Sad / Empty

not a word is said 

he hides this one the best

minus he fiddles with the rings

he’ll throw himself in designing a new campaign or learning a song or driving 

ohmygod! Eddie... somber flat expression, going 100 on a freeway just blearing music to make himself feel something

sadness doesn't get to him a lot - he may not have the best life but he adores the one hes got.

when it does, it’s usually kinda surface level stuff that gets to him: seeing kids sitting eating lunch alone, his parents, the want to have a super successful band, a sad movie.

I think he’d be a “im not crying you are!”.... queue him sat silently sniffing, looking everywhere but the screen to dry his eyes, jaw LOCKED to hold a sob. 

Wayne could just offer the look and eddies bundled in his arms, mumbling and sobbing

boy totally gets embarrassed after crying

Anger

again, EVERYONE knows

mf cannot hide a knotted brow, crossed arms, a jumping knee.

one sightly wrong statement -> the Eddie glare ™ or a dramatically gestured snap

rolls his neck as a small release 

sometimes he will just up and leave

unlike the sad spells, Wayne is no magic comfort blanket with this one

Eddie hates his anger -> his Uncle is nEVER angry... not once for all the years they’ve lived together has he seen him mad. And because Eddie worships and idolised this man, he feels like if he gets mad hes gonna left Wayne down

the smoking increases significantly

will practically exist outside on the sofas bc no smoking in the rv before 9pm 

bro could be holding onto this anger for 3 days or 2 months...

he does use aggressive guitar solos as a healthy outlet

the dug usage goes up too

... a lot ....

Wayne notices and is silently aware of Eddie’s view on his anger so he offers small words of wisdom that the younger boy just scuffs off. 

Frustration 

gets frustrated so easily

cant work out a cord? cant figure out what way to sway the campaign? cant fix something in his van? Queue the ensemble of “JESUS CHRIST”s

SO DRAMATIC WITH IT TOO! 

he’ll get annoyed at himself for smashing a cup and Wayne will think he’s trying dewire a bomb when in reality he’s knocked a semi empty cup off the counter. 

will just blow air out his mouth to sooth himself throughout

king of short burst -> walks away -> will not let emanate object win 

TALKS TO HIMSELFFFF!!!!

any accent, any voice. 3rd person narration? yep! 

ohmygod when he gets his fringe cut and the short length vs the curls cause Wayne to deal with a week of Eddie’s insufferable complaining about why “buzzing my hair is a tempting idea” “cutting it myself next time” “It’s so shit!” “Why couldn’t I just enjoy the look of the normie?”

Nervousness

fiddles with things... ANYTHING

- rings - his watch - curling his hair round his finger - got a book infront of him? he’s rolling the pages

Mr Confident is actually 70% a show like a persona that started as a joke but is now the default coping mechanism 

will stand up in front of the school at lunch to declare a point nobody cares about but will not complain about an order being wrong or being charged too much 

drug deal goat but still gets nervous like its the first time

oddly very open about this emotion 

will randomly walk into the living room and ask Uncle Wayne if he has ever experienced a similar reaction to an event

EDDIE LIKING SOMEONE AND HE FEELS A LITTLE GOOIE ABOUT THEM AND ASKS WAYNE HOW HE PUSHED THROUGH THE FEELING

he also will just plop down at his chair at lunch, and declare some avonguard quote that is a metaphor for him feeling nervous

and yet - all the boys fully understand !!!!