#lil lip sync practice

[orobty]

He did just have bronchitis

[iarchmybaculaa]

18+!

Tags/warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption, club setting, misunderstandings, angst if you squint, long haired Jungkook, Reader is a brat, angry Jungkook, unprotected sex (please do not practice that irl), rough sex, spitting!, breeding kink

Word count: 3.6k

🎧 : Sticky Rice-Lil Gnar, Reminder-The Weeknd, Party Monster- The Weeknd

For my loves: Tasara & @hobicakess 🩷

Beta’d by Shaq🫶🏾

A/N: I randomly found an edit in my gallery that inspired this whole thing. HEAVILY unedited bc I’m extremely sleep deprived rn so pls be nice!

Fic takes place about 4 years before "All mine" ! Enjoy?

Being married to Jungkook has single-handedly disproved every doubtful remark you've heard from everyone trying to convince you that it would be ill-advised to get married so young.

Contrary to what you've been told, the spark between has not died. In fact, you think that you find something new to love about Jungkook every day.

His love has never once not been intentional and gentle. You've never experienced being with someone who is so in tune with your body, with your mind, with your soul. Jungkook sees loving you as a competition; his only rival being his past selves.

There is no adventure that Jungkook would want to experience without you. There’s no bridge he wants to cross without holding your hand; no dance he wants to do without you beside him….or rather bent over in front of him as you are now.

The low lights of club Euphoria had switched to a dangerously deep shade of red, casting a sinful glow on your already ridiculously seductive face. Your eyes were low, whether it was from the few drinks you'd had earlier or the thick cloud of hookah smoke that floated around the club, Jungkook didn't know.

What he did know however, was that he had the most beautiful woman in the world throwing her ass back against him, in a dress so tiny that your cheeks were becoming more and more exposed as he thrust his hips forward to meet yours.

You move in sync with the music, your bodies in perfect harmony as the people around you become a blur. In that moment, it's just you and Jungkook. You and your husband.

You feel the cool air travel further up your legs as you dance. You reach behind you to pull your dress down, more out of habit than anything. You hear Jungkook groan as your hand ‘accidentally’ presses against his crotch, and you can't suppress the small giggle that escapes you.

It's a low sound, so realistically, Jungkook can't hear it that well over the near deafening music…But he sees the way your body shakes a bit. You shake the same way when you laugh at your own jokes or Jungkook's clumsiness; and he knows you well enough that he can practically hear the sound in his head.

Fuck he's in love with you.

He's so lucky to have you. He can't wait to live the rest of his life with you, to have a family with you, to take you home and fu-

His train of thought is cut off by the harsh vibration of his phone in the pocket of his slacks. He grabs your waist to stop your movements, and you stand upright. You raise a questioning brow at him.

“It's Namjoon hyung” he mouths, pointing to the phone at his ear.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. Namjoon had been on a work trip to London for the past few ( painfully long) weeks, and he still refuses to acknowledge the time difference. You two have grown to accept it, even if it means that he calls Jungkook at the most ridiculous (sometimes inconvenient) times.

The crackle of the receiver lets Jungkook know that Namjoon is talking, but he can’t make out a word he’s saying. Jungkook quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly have this conversation inside the club, so he gestures towards the door.

“I'm going to take this outside,” he says with his lips pressed up to your ear. “Do you want to come with me? Or will you be okay ‘till I get back?”

“I'm a big girl!” You pout up at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose with your pointer finger . “I’ll be fine, go take your call! Tell Joon I said hi.”

He nods and plants a quick kiss on the crook of your neck. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb and promises to be right back, before he turns on his heels. You watch as his head disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing alone and regrettably bored.

With Jungkook gone, you have nothing else to do since you two had come alone. You think standing around in a club like someone with a lost shadow would be incredibly lame. So you do what any unoccupied, married person in a club would do, you make your way to the bar to get a drink…or two.

By the time Jungkook gets back you're just a little tipsy.

You're not a stranger to alcohol per se, but unlike Jungkook who's been around enough liquor to know what blends would be good for you (strong enough to make you feel good, but not enough to make you lose your inhibitions); you don't know much (not enough if you ask him). You think of calling him, but your phone is in your purse… perched on jungkook’s shoulder.

So you do the most logical thing you can think of, and you order the prettiest sounding drink on the menu. Who can blame you?

You’re just a girl.

~

Two cups of Serendipity later, you're back in Jungkook's arms feeling absolutely giddy and incorrigibly horny.

The lights in the club are a dark blue now, and the music is even louder. Jungkook looks exactly the way he did when he left.

Sexy as all fuck.

Long hair tucked behind his hair on one side? Check.

Denim shirt? Check.

Tattoos? Double check.

Damn.

MINE! MINE! MINE!

You're not sure where he put his glasses, but you make a mental note to ask him before you leave. You do not need a repeat of the Geum putdwaeji Sikdang* incident. You know from experience that Jungkook and contacts don’t mix; and it would take over three weeks for them to get replaced…Not a fun time.

And right now? All you want to have is fun.

Jungkook’s mouth is moving, but your brain is moving too fast (or too slow) to read his lips and you can’t hear him. But his hands pull you toward him by the waist and you lean into his touch.

Your back is turned to his front as you move slowly against him the second you hear “she’s saying baby saenggakaji ma” float over the speakers.

Jungkook moves in sync with you as he always does, but his hands remain at your waist, almost rigid. His touch is shy and..Timid? His hands don’t trail up towards your breast, or towards your belly button. You find it odd, and downright ridiculous.

You grab his hands to take them upwards, and you’re instantly confused. There’s ink on both his hands? You pause.

When did Jungkook get a sleeve on both hands?

His lips brush faintly against your ear, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the absence of the cool metal of the rings that should be in his lip.

You don’t hear a thing except the erratic beating of your heart.

Then the inconceivable happens.

Jungkook stands in front of you, arms folded across his chest and eyes glaring at you through his glasses. The lights above you start flashing, and they bounce off his shiny, silver lip rings.

But if Jungkook is in front of you…who the fuck is behind you?!

You think you might faint.

As confused as you might have been about the situation, you knew two things for sure:

1. You needed to get as far away from not- Jungkook as possible

2. You're screwed.

Not-Jungkook seems to realize your mistake, and moves his hands from your waist so can step away from him; you rip yourself away from him as if his touch burns.

You open your mouth to say something to Real- Jungkook, but your brain goes blank.

You're too dunk for this.

Jungkook gives you a quick once- over to make sure that you're unharmed, before taking a gentle hold of your wrist. He tucks you behind him as he gives Non- Jungkook a piece of his mind.

The ringing in your ears has become so loud can't even hear the music anymore, much less their argument. Your brain feels like it's been doused in water, and you feel an unwarranted giggle making it's way up your throat. You swallow it down.

Now's not the time.

From what you can see, Real Jungkook and Not-Jungkook are having a very spirited conversation. Real Jungkook seems to be holding his composure quite well, until Not-Jungkook says something that causes his jaw to tick and his hands to form fists at his sides.

But instead of throwing a punch, Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks away, pulling you behind him.

Not- Jungkook waves at you.

You don't wave back.

Jungkook is silent as he leads you out of the club and towards your car. You say nothing as he opens the passenger door and watches as you sit inside.

“Do your feet hurt?” He asks

You shake your head at him. Still, he couches on his knees and unbuckles your heels, giving your calves a brief massage before he straps you into your seat. He closes your door and grabs a bottle of water from the back seat. He hands it to you as he settles behind the steering wheel.

“Drink.” He commands. His voice isn't necessarily angry but you can hear something bubbling beneath the surface. The restraint he's exercising is audible in his voice, and for some strange reason…it excites you.

He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, careful not to accelerate too fast so your water doesn't spill.

The fog around your brain is almost completely lifted by the time you've finished the bottle. Jungkook glances at you for a moment, and releases a satisfied hum when he sees the crumpled plastic in your lap.

He doesn't smile though.

His jaw is tense and his body is rigid in his seat. He isn't touching you and you don't like it.

“Jungkook,” you say, reaching over to touch his thigh

“Are you sure?”

You look at him confused. “Am I sure about what?’

“Are you sure I'm Jungkook?”

There it is.

You have the audacity to scoff at him.

“ Of course I'm sure it's you Jungkook. Don't be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?! You were literally grinding your ass all over some random dude you thought was me but I'm being ridiculous?!”

Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You know that Jungkook has all right to be upset, fuck you're upset at yourself for making such a terrible mistake. Jungkook has all right to reprimand you, but your mouth just won't cooperate with your brain. All the brat inside you heard, was Jungkook rubbing in something that you were already very embarrassed and flustered about and it just didn't seem fair.

If you thought about it…This was all Jungkook's fault really!

“ Well it's not my fault that you look like every other Korean dude with a perm!!”

The car comes to an abrupt stop as Jungkook slams the breaks.

“Excuse me?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. Jungkook’s eyes flick down to where your tits are bulging, but only for a moment of course.

“Stuttering is your thing Jungkook. You heard me.”

“You’ve actually lost your fucking mind.” Jungkook marvels at you, completely in disbelief at your misplaced attitude.

“I should have bent you over my lap and spanked your ass raw in that fucking club for everyone to see… But I let you off so easy, because I knew you made the mistake because you were drunk; and this is the thanks I get?”

“No.” You quip, “I’m not thanking you in any way.”

The tension between you is as thick as it was during the first 3 months of you two flirting with each other. You were both in college, desperately holding on to the title of “study partners ” even though you kept finding yourselves in compromising positions.

You were both playing a timeless game of cat and mouse. A metaphorical tug of war. Jungkook would push and you would pull; now it appeared that you were having a rematch.

He sucks the pierced side of his lip into his mouth.

You want him so bad.

Jungkook’s eye twitches.

“You’re asking for it, you know that?” He asks, face so close to yours that you can practically taste him on your tongue.

“Give it to me then.” You challenge.

Jungkook leans forwards, and you close your eyes in anticipation of a kiss.

But Jungkook doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, though not hard enough to break skin.

You moan at the sting, reveling in the way his soft tongue soothes his claim.

He pulls away and runs his thumb over your lip, eyes darkening.

“Did he kiss you?” He grits out.

You frantically shake your head no.

It's then that you realize just how bad this could have truly been for you. Jungkook was right. You were getting off easy.

Jungkook pries your mouth open.

“Tongue out.” he says.

You loll your tongue out and look up at him expectantly for what you know is coming. Jungkook looks directly into your eyes as he spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being told to; it's almost like a reflex.

Jungkook is pleased.

“Who does that taste like, baby?”

“Tastes like you,” you reply.

Jungkook hums.

He grabs your hand and brings it over to his lap. Your breath hitches when you feel the telltale rigidness of a boner in his jeans. Your heart skips a beat as you realize how painfully hard he is.

You need him.

“What does that feel like, baby? Hm? Does that feel like me? Or are you not sure?”

You whine as he rolls his hips up into your palm. “It feels like you Jungkook, I want it.”

Jungkook’s face contorts into one of mock contemplation.

You hate when he gets like this, when he pretends to consider giving you what you want when you both know it's not going to happen.

"You want to know what I think?" he muses rhetorically.

"I think I've let you get away with a little too much lately. I've always told you that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, but I've never made good on that promise, have I?" He chuckles darkly. "Maybe it's time I change that, hm?”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you feel a shiver of anticipation zoom down your spine.

“Unzip me.”

Your body is in autopilot as you undo his zipper and lean forward to take him inside your mouth.

He pulls you backwards by your braids, and brings his hand around your throat.

“You're gonna take me in your mouth and you're going to keep it there until we get home.” He growls out at you

“No licking, no sucking, no moving. By the time we get home I'll be tattooed so deep in your fucking brain that you'll never mistake someone else for me ever again.” he bites out.

But in true Jungkook fashion he brushes his lips gently against yours, then he shoves his dick down your throat .

The ride home is filled with the obscene noises of you trying not to choke on Jungkook's cock.

Your eyes are watering and your nose burns from how hard you've been breathing through it. Your chest feels hollow and your jaw aches, but you're too fucked out to care.

Jungkook's cargo pants are thoroughly soaked from the way your saliva has dripped all over him. You're sure it's beginning to get uncomfortable for him to sit like this: cock hard and throbbing and in your warm, wet mouth. Yet, he sits perfectly still; unmoving.

His breaths come out in slow, controlled gasps, and it becomes exceedingly clear to you that It's taking as much effort from Jungkook not to snap his hips upwards and fuck your throat; as it is for you to not give him an actual blowjob.

The realization is absolutely riveting.

When Jungkook pulls into the driveway of your flat, he lifts your chin up , and his dick slides out of your mouth with a wet plop.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts thumping. Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants, and takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car.

Like the gentleman he is, he walks over to the passenger side of the car and holds your door open for you. But when you don't make any efforts to get up, he bends down and looks expectantly at you.

You pout at him and point to your feet.

You're barefoot. Of course.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm a bit, and Jungkook promptly delivers a warning slap to your ass which settles you completely.

He opens the front door and kicks it shut behind him, waiting until he hears the security alarm activate before he moves towards your bedroom.

He tosses you on the bed and flicks the light on. Your chin is slicked with spit, you tits are spilling out of your dress, and the curly hair in your braids are sticky to the thin sheen of sweat on your face.

You look a mess.

A hot, beautiful mess that Jungkook made. His pride swells, along with another part of him.

Jungkook turns his back to you as he takes his shirt off.

“You know I love you right?,” he asks, putting his glasses on the nightstand. He tosses his shirt onto the ground and walks over to the bed. “You know that there's nothing in the world that could ever make me stop loving you?” He asks, now face to face with you as he strokes your chin.

‘I do,” you reply, your voice comes out more of a whine than you actually want it to.

“That's great baby, because this is going to feel like I fucking hate you.”

***

You both cry out when Jungkook finally slips inside you.

You've come to accept that no matter how many times you've taken him, how many times you will take him you'll never not be taken aback by the way his cock stretches you.

The lights are on, and so you can see Jungkook in all his glory. You can see way his biceps bulge and the way his abs tense. You the way his face contorts as your pussy practically suffocates him.

“ You like what you see baby?” He taunts, “had to make sure that you can actually see who's fucking you hm? Wouldn’t want you to make another mistake now would we?”

He spits the word out as if it pains him to say, and translates that pain into a vicious snap of his hips that has you lurching forward, clawing at his chest.

His thrusts are all the same. Carefully calculated and deliciously hard. His tips brush against your gspot with every fluid movement of his hips, and all you can do is whine and beg.

At one point Jungkook slows down to a torturous pace. Pulling out of you the moment he's just shy of your gspot. You can't handle being teased, you won't. You decide to up the ante.

“Jungkook,” you moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grinds into you “please make me cum daddy”

Jungkook freezes and his hips stutter.

You've never called him that before.

For a moment you regret letting it slip out of your mouth. That's until you see the crazed look that comes into Jungkook's brown eyes.

He wraps his hand around your throat and starts pistoning his hips into you.

“Daddy huh?” He grits out as your juices start leaking down your thighs and unto the skin of his stomach “ is that what you want baby? Wanna make me a dad? Hm? Maybe that way people will keep their fucking hands off you huh?”

“Jungkook please!” You scream, tears pooling in your eyes from how desperately you want the sweet release you've been denied.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you princess? Gonna let me stake my claim on you for everyone to see?” He demands as he stills to a stop inside you.

“Fuck, Jungkook yes! Please I'll do anything you want just please!” You cry

Jungkook finally drives his cock upwards, it's curved head hitting your gspot at the perfect angle. Your orgasm rips through your body so violently that you sink your fingernails so deep into Jungkook's bicep that you break skin.

You cum in spurts, coating him in a thick sheen of your arousal. Jungkook cums with you, no longer being able to resist the pleasure that your body was bringing him.

Jungkook's cum spills out of him in a long, steady stream. You feel the warmth as it seeps inside you, and you clench around him reflexively, determined to keep all of it inside.

“You wanna have my babies so fucking bad.” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, voice hoarse and laced with fatigue.

And do, you mean to say, , though it never actually comes out of your mouth.

Instead, you hug jungkook to your chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist as sleep consumes you.

Fin.

[scream4ash]

size kink w/ amber??

silly lil drabble bc i’m too fucked up to write smthn real

my gf is just so silly n so pretty 😵‍💫

amber freeman x f!reader

warnings: smut 18+; strap on (r giving); size kink; name calling?; multiple orgasms; spanking; pussy slapping; pussy eating; subby!amber >_<

summary: ambs just wants needs her pretty cunny stretched out 😣😣

a/n: sorry guys, i genuinely haven’t been sober in weeks. i would say i’m trying, but i’m really not. addiction sucks, don’t do it. again, sorry for these fuck ass drabbles.

nsfw content below, mdni.

loosely inspired by this

“a-ah, fuck.” a strained moan left amber’s lips, her head lulling forward. ur hips gained a faster pace, thrusting the giant dildo into her stretched cunt faster, smacking her ass.

“fucking whore. jus’ been needing me to stretch ur pretty cunny, hm baby?” ur words were mocking, ur hands guiding her hips to get her to take more of the fake cock. u could see the way her cunt stretched around the silicon, the way her thighs trembled as she struggled to ride u.

“y/n!”, she nearly sobbed as u pulled her down, forcing the whole length into her tight pussy. she wiggled her ass from side to side, enjoying the feeling of being so fucking full. u let out a soft moan feeling the friction against ur core. fingers grip the fat of her ass, nearly whining as u watched her.

“fuck, ambs. u like it? u like being full?”, u asked mockingly, delivering a harsh smack to her ass. “since u like being so fucking full, ride.” ur tone was harsh, demanding. the hand still on her hip guided her to start riding, the strap brushing against ur clit perfectly. “amber, shit. look s’ pretty, baby. taking my big fat cock.”

u hear a choked sob leave her lips, though her hips moved faster, her pussy practically swallowing the fake dick. “gon’- gonna cum y/n.. oh, fuck!”, her words are slurred, too caught up in her pleasure.

“c’mon, amber. don’t tell me this little fucking made u stupid now. u know what u gotta do, pretty girl.”, u said sternly, thrusting ur hips up in timing with hers. the base of the strap hit ur clit perfectly, bringing u closer n closer to ur orgasm.

“please.. lemme-“, she cuts herself off with a moan, speeding up her bounces. u can see her pussy clench around ur cock, how she’s practically sucking it in. “fuck.. lemme- lemme cum, y/n.. please..” her ass jiggled each time ur guys’ hips met. it was the prettiest sight u had ever seen.

her melodic moans and pleas were music to ur ears. u wanted to be mean, to edge her, but u couldn’t. not when she sounded so pretty. not when u were this close to ur own climax.

“c’mon, baby.. cum for me, u fucking whore.”, ur words are followed by a low groan, ur hands guiding her hips to speed up. her hips stuttered, her thighs trembling in ur hold.

u didn’t even need the breathy “i’m- i’m cumming..”, that left her pouty lips to know she was cumming. she continued to bounce on the silicone cock, riding out her orgasm.

u felt ur own climax building, just begging for release. “ambs, fuck.. ‘m gonna cum baby..”

she rolled her hips against the strap, watching u over her shoulder. “oh?”, she muttered teasingly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth seductively. “u gonna cum inside me? i want u to fill me up..” she shook her ass teasingly, watching pleasure overtake ur features.

“amber, fuck..” u thrusted ur hips up, u moaned in sync with each other, her second orgasm of the night approaching.

her soft moans turned into broken cries, just begging to cum, begging for u to cum. u cum with a breathy moan, a whine getting caught in the back of ur throat. u watch her pussy cum around ur cock for the second time tonight, seeing a creamy, white ring around the base.

u pull out of her, lightly slapping her pussy, chucking when u heard a soft cry from her. “c’mon, baby.. i wanna taste u, lay down for me.”, u said sweetly, undoing the straps around ur waist and putting the toy aside.

she layed back against the duvet, spreading her legs, giving u a glimpse of her ruined pussy. she looked so pretty like this, her lip tugged between her teeth, her stretched pussy lips glistening with cum and a fresh layer of arousal.

u dip ur finger into her pussy, a playful ‘tsk’ leaving ur lips when she tries to pull away. “just lay there and take it, baby.. be a good girl.”, u mutter sweetly, pressing a kiss against her thigh. u attach ur lips to her clit almost immediately, moaning into her pussy when she tugs at ur hair.

“baby, fuck.. fuckfuckfuck..”, she whispers as she desperately tries to push u away from her overstimulated cunt. she arches into u, whining so pathetically when u pin her against the bed by her thighs. u flick ur tongue against her clit, pushing two fingers into her dripping hole.

“i know u have one more for me, ambs.. c’mon.. jus’ lemme have one more..”, u mutter against her pussy, ur words muffled by her cunt. she bucks her hips into ur mouth, moaning.

u feel her walls squeeze ur fingers, her clit pulsing against ur tongue rhythmically, she was close. u trace hearts against her hips with ur thumb, speeding up ur assault on her pussy.

she cums with a silent scream, her head thrown back in ecstasy. her thighs tremble, her hands pushing u away once she finally came down, overstimulation becoming a very real thing. u trail gentle kisses up her body, finally pressing a kiss against her lips.

a/n2: so uh, this is actually really long. but it’s pure smut. maybe even the best thing i’ve ever written. in my opinion, at least. yay4relapse?!!?!?

[4ngels0uls]

Your fucken lying - Johnnie guilbert

Don’t like? Don’t read.

Based on this

Summary: Johnnie, you, and carrington, make a video all together of Johnnie trying on carrington clothes, Johnnie says something like “will this help me get bitches?” He asks carrington. But all you can think about is him saying that.

Paring: fem!reader + dom!johnnie

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, lil rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex (is the reader on the pill?🤭) (no she’s not😧) pet names (slut, good girl. Can’t think of more) , P in v, recording, dirty talk, etc.

A/N: my “friend” posted this whole thing and I have to redo it now. Also not edited.

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Y/ns pov

“Hey y/n!” Johnnie yells from his room. “Yeah?” You yell back. He doesn’t answer and you sigh. “from fuck sakes.” You mumble under your breath. You walk in to the recording room and see him in a yellow outfit with a hat, looking like a skater boy. “You likeeee?” Carrington asks you. “U-uh y-yeah…” you stutter as you admire him.

Johnnie starts to jokingly flirt with you. “hey baby girl, come to my crib?” Johnnie jokes. “Never call me that again.” You say. Johnnie laughs with carrington. “Will this help me get bitches?” Johnnie asks carrington. “Definitely Johnnie.” He laughs as he talks.

that outfit will definitely help him get bitches. “How about you? Will this help me get bitches?” He asks you. “de- definitely.” You say. “Nah your fucken lying.”. He says. You squeeze your thighs together but not enough for them to notice.

“Okay Johnnie” carrington says. “We’re going to try this one on now.” He finishes his sentence. “Alright.” Johnnie says as carrington hands him the outfit.

alright… fuck admit it. He’s hot as fuck, but this man is your best friend. You crave him knowingly he might hear your whimpering at night of you fingering yourself to his Instagram photos. You want him to ram into like your just a little toy.

You want this man to think your pussy is the best. You want him to get pussy drunk off your exact pussy, nobody else’s. You want him to be dominant to the point where you half to use a safe word. You could fuck this man for da- “y/nnnn?” Johnnie speaks “huh? Oh sorry..” you say. Johnnie chuckles “it’s fine. How about this one?”

You look at him. He has some sort of Cookie Monster hat on and everything. “I think I like the minion one better.” You say. “Really?” He asks. You nod. “I’m going to go back to my room now. I have to go somewhere soon.” You say as you exit. “Bye y/n!” Carrington and Johnnie yell in sync.

You head back to your room. You squeeze your thighs together as you grab all your stuff for a shower. You start the shower putting it on a warm temperature. You put your clothes down and sit on the covered toilet seat. You get undressed and your pussy aches for a release. Fuck it… you pull a photo of Johnnie up on Instagram and slowly rub your slits and clit to the picture.

You bite your lip trying to cover your whimpers and moans hoping nobody hears you. Definitely nobody can hear you over the shower running. The water hitting the bath tub making a splash sound. Fuck… you pump your fingers in and out atleast 3 more times before releasing your cum on the toilet seat along with your fingers.

It’s so questionable on how you make yourself cum so fast to a picture of the Johnnie guilbert. His name rolling on your tongue feels so good for some reason. You clean up the mess you made and hop in the shower.

The warm water hits your body, making your body wet. You play with your hair in the water, making sure the water gets everywhere evenly. As you wash your face the water tinkles on your face making you close your eyes for the water or the soap get into your eyes.

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You get out of the water and shut the tap off. You grab your towel and wrap it around your wet body. Making sure to try your body off. You grab your other clothes and walk over to your closet to pick out some clothes.

You and Johnnie are practically the same person. You guys have so much in common it’s actually pretty amazing. You dry out your hair put on some clothes and boots. You go to your bathroom and grab your eyeliner, primer, foundation, concealer, etc.

You step infront of your mirror as you apply the makeup to your soft skin. You finish your makeup and start to do your hair. You brush it out and begin to tease it. You apply a lot of hairspray to your hair. You step out of your room grabbing your keys and get into your car and start it.

End of y/ns pov

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Johnnie’s pov

I sit on the couch with carrington since we have absolutely nothing to do. We scroll on our phones for a bit as I like and comment on people videos, mostly of me and Jake. I sigh to myself and carrington looks at me with a confused look then goes back to his phone.

I wish y/n was here. We could be joking around, watching movies, fake flirting, talk about her little boyfriends in her life but no, I’m stuck with carrington until Jake or y/n come back. Fuck it I’ll just go stream for a while. I get up off the couch as I walk over to the stairs and head up to my room.

I get to my room and get ready for a stream. I start the stream and say hi to everyone and react to some video with the viewers.

End of Johnnie’s pov

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Y/ns pov

You walk back into the house and see carrington passed out on the couch. Typical day… Jake walks into the house right after you as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. You put your stuff down and walk to Johnnie’s room. “hello.” You say as you look at Johnnie on his computer. “Hey y/n” he says without looking up at you.

“Whatchu doing?” You ask as you walk up to him. He looks up at you into your eyes. “Streaming.” He says as you guys lock eye contact. “Cool…” you say dryly back. “What have you reacted to now?” You ask him. “A bunch of stuff.” He says. You look at the chat and see your name going by fast till you see one comment. “Y/n and Johnnie would look hot together.”

You get flustered at the comment as you choose to not react to it. You wave at the camera. You bend your knees to be more in frame since your platform boots are making you taller. “What you going to do y/n?” Johnnie ask. “I was literally thinking about streaming as I walked through the door.” You admit.

“Oh.. how was your meeting?” He asks. “It was pretty good.. better than the last one.” You say as you keep reading chat. “Alright I’m going to go stream now.” You say as you take your jacket off and place it in your arms. “Okay. I’ll probably raid you later.” He says. You smile at him. “Okay.” You say and walk out of his door.

You walk to your bedroom and open your door and put your jacket down. You go and get ready for your stream. You start the stream and wait for everyone to join in. Someone in the chat spams “Johnnie is coming to your room to stream with you”

Soon enough Johnnie walks through your door. “Y/nnnnn!” Johnnie yells. “Johnnieeeeeee!” You yell back. He walks over to you and your computer. “I raided you” he says. The viewers instantly start going up as everyone spams “Raided”. Johnnie grabs a chair and sits beside you. “We should play a game” he says. “Okay…. Like what…?”You chuckle.

“Like this.” He shows you a game.

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“Okay bye guys!” You say as you end the stream. You turn to Johnnie. “Fun 2 hour stream?” You ask. “Very fun.” Johnnie says as he smiles. You guys lock eyes. “You wanna watch a movie…?” Johnnie asks. You don’t reply and just stare at him. You smash your lips into his. His sits in shock for a second and then kisses back.

He pulls you into his lap as you guys have an intense make out sesh. He holds your ass and carries you over to your bed.

You lays you down on your bed and gets on top of you, kissing down your neck, leaving dark purple hickeys you’ll know will stay there for a while. “mind if we take this off?” He says softly as he plays with the rim of your shirt. “go ahead” you say, giving him the permission to take your shirt off. “Arms up.” He says as you put your arms up like your mom helping you get ready for school.

He pulls the shirt off of you and smashes his lips into yours. He traces circles on your stomach as he kisses you. He pulls away and takes his shirt off. He tugs at your pants while looking up at you for permission. You nod and he takes your sweat pants off. He immediately pulls his skinny jeans off. Leaving you in bra and underwear while he’s in his boxers.

He kisses your neck as he reaches behind your back and easily unclips your bra with one hand. He slides the bra off you and his eyes widen. “you’re so beautiful y/n…” he says as you feel him grow more hard on your thigh. He hold your breast and takes it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your hard nipple making a wave of pleasure.

You let a soft moan as he switches to the other nipple. You hold the back of his head as you grunt. Johnnie releases his mouth with a pop. He kisses up to your neck as he slowly pulls your underwear down. He rubs your clit slowly as he kisses your jawline. “J-Johnnie…” you moan. He groans to the sound of you moaning his name.

“S-such a good girl huh? Can’t wait for me to fuck you crazy?” He says with pure domination. “Y-yes..” you whimper as he moves his fingers faster. He makes his fingers go lower as he shoves his finger inside of you. “Another?” He asks. You nod and he adds another finger inside of you making you whimper out loud. He sucks and bites on your neck, making marks.

All you can think about is him fingering you and him with that fucking minion outfit, the outfit that originally turned you on. You moan quite loud this time as you release your cum onto his fingers. You pant as you calm down from your high.

Johnnie takes his boxers off and throws them somewhere in the room. He hovers above you and jerks himself off in front of you. He stands up and you follow him. you get on your knees in front of him at look up at him as he jerks himself off in front of you. You grab the base of his penis and start to jerk him off.

You kitty lick his tip. “P-please don’t tease me y/n…” Johnnie whispers. You put your hand down and take him whole in your mouth. He groans at the sight of you giving him a blowjob. You move your head faster around his cock. He grabs a hand full of your hair as he throws his head back while whimpering. “Oh fuck y/n…” he groans.

He pushes your head more down, making you gag on him. “s-such a good girl…” he whispers. You shake your head on his dick while bobbing your head. “oh fuck…” he grunts as he shoots his warm load down the back of your throat. You swallow his cum and stick your tongue out and look up at him to prove you swallowed it. “swallower huh?” He says as he chuckles.

“mhmm.” You hum as you get up on the bed. “Ass up.” He says and you do as he says. He grips your hips as he slides himself into your core. Your core swallowing his dick whole. He groans at the sight of this happening. He starts moving his hips faster as his hips slap against your ass. “Fuck… Johnnie.” You moan and he grunts as he goes faster. “F-fuck your tight… I don’t think I can l-last long..” he groans.

He pulls his phone out and starts to record him fucking you. He grabs your arms and puts them behind your back making you moan his name a bunch as he fucks you completely dumb. “Fucking slut…. Begging for my cock.” He says as he starts to completely pound into to you as fast as he can. “O-oh F-fuck…” you moan. “T-taking me s-so well.” He groans. “Fuck!” He moans as he releases inside of you.

You follow up behind him and cum on his dick. “Such a slut… cumming on my cock like that.” He says. He flips you over on your back and slides himself in again. You start to feel yourself get overstimulated. He pounds into as your hands are behind your back. “Look at this slut. Taking my cock so well.” He says as he shows the camera.

He grabs his hand around your neck as he pounds into you like crazy. “Yesyesyes!” You scream as you also moan. “S-such a good girl, huh?” He says as he pounds into you. “Whose pussy is this!?” He yells. “Y-you-yours!” You scream. “Fuck yeah it is.” He groans as pounds into you. He shows the camera his view of him pounding into you.

“Fuck! Johnnie!” You scream. “yeah! Scream my name you slut!” He yells. “Fuckk!” He yells as he cums into your pussy once again. His cum painting your spongey walls completely white. You follow up behind him and release on his dick once again. He stops the recording and he keeps himself inside of you.

“holy fuck…” he pants as you chuckle. He slowly pulls himself out of you, being careful not to overstimulate you. He falls beside you. “Wait… you’re on the pill right…” he says as he looks at you. You look at him. “no…” you say. “Aw fuck…” Johnnie says as he thinks about he might have a kid.

“well if your pregnant… I’ll be there for you..” he looks at you as he smiles. “Would you be ready to have a kid..?” He asks you. “I don’t know…” you say as you begin to have anxiety at the thought of having a kid. “Here let’s just go shower and think nothing of it… okay?” He says as he stands up.

You go to stand up with him as you fall to your knees. “Johnnie!” You say as he chuckles at you and helps you up. He starts the shower for you, making the temperature warm. “I never thought I would have sex with you.” You say as you look up at him. “Me neither..” he says. “I wanted to do that for so long.” You say as he looks at you with a shocked look. “Really?” He asks and you nod.

He helps you into the shower and helps you shower. You guys get out and he wraps a towel around you before he wraps one around himself. He helps you walk to the bed and you just lay on the bed and you guys just stare at each other. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiles at you. “if we do have a kid, it’ll be the most beautiful kid.” He says as he smiles.

“I think that outfit maybe did help you get bitches.” You say. He chuckles. “Sure helped me get a bad bitch.” He says as you chuckle. “I wasn’t fucken lying.” You say as you smile at him. “Im sure weren’t.” He says.

I’m sure I wasn’t fucken lying.

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A/N

TELL ME WHY THIS SHIT ALMOST TOOK TWO DAYS? WHAT THE FUCK.

okay but this was definitely better than sauna… what do you think?

Also this was the longest smut I have ever wrote. (I think)

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Hiii I wanted to ask for the younger brother group, how they would react if they caught the reader dancing in the kitchen while they was cleaning

Like the reader is blasting their music in their headphones lip syncing to the song while they dance/clean

I was doing this except I was cleaning the bathroom 😭

Featuring: Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt and Coffee.

Masterlist

Papyrus

He just came back from the store, yet he didn't expect to find this image-

But wow your voice is wonderful! Papyrus's definitely asking you to sing for him later.

"AS MUCH AS I'VE LOVED THE SHOW, I HAVE SOME GROCERIES TO STORAGE MY DEAR!"

Edge

May observe you, he's a bit impressed to be honest...

But of course his partner has amazing dance skills! It's his partner after all!

It would be a shame if all your moves went to waste, so... Won't you dance with him after you're done?

Honey

What a wonderful surprise he found here huh?

Just smirks and stares until you notice him there.

"Damn, just wanted some cookies yet I've found something sweeter.."

Cash

Fucking records you dancing with a sharp grin, and when you don't notice he even claps to grab your attention.

The look of "what the fuck" on your face is what makes him burst into laughter.

"Heh! You needed to see da look in ya face darlin'!"

Rus

Scares the shit out of you but hugging your body from behind while giggling.

"nice movements darling, won'tcha practice them with lil old me?"

Will you accept his request?

Mutt

Just admires you dancing, shit, how did he manage to pull you again?

Truth be told, when he finally came back to his senses you're already done cleaning and snapping your fingers in front of his eyes.

"Oh uuuhhh... I just wanted a snack..",

Coffee.

Smiles and leaves you be, privacy over intrusion I guess?

Coffee doesn't really wanna disturb you.

Will however, leave a note on the counter saying "You should dance like that more often.."

[nhlclover]

ACTORS & SPOOKY NOISES | SETH JARVIS

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: you and seth visit a haunted house, exposing a fear of seths

warnings: descriptions of gross haunted house things, seth screaming like a lil baby

word count: 1.18k

notes: fic number six of cozytober! i love making these hockey players scaredy cats and kind of submissive

The air was crisp, biting at your skin as you stood in line at the front of the haunted house with Seth, both of you slightly wide-eyed looking up at the home. The structure was unsettling, its dark silhouette looming against the cloudy night sky. Barely lit by flickering, old-fashioned lanterns hanging on fraying strings, the house looked like it had been ripped straight out of a horror film. The wind howled through the trees, sending dry leaves tumbling across the gravel path, and the distant sound of faint screams from inside the house didn’t help your nerves. Seth’s hand tightened around yours, almost painfully so, as another gust of cold wind whipped by, rustling the trees.

“Okay, no big deal, right?” Seth said, his voice trembling as he tried, and failed, to sound casual. “It’s just… you know, some actors and spooky noises.” He flashed you a grin, but the fear behind his eyes was impossible to miss.

You raised an eyebrow, fighting the smirk tugging at your lips. “Right, Seth. Totally not scared at all.”

“Me? Scared?” he scoffed, but it sounded a bit forced. “Nah, come on, it’s just a haunted house.” Despite his bravado, his grip on your hand betrayed him—he was holding on as if letting go meant something in there would snatch him away.

It had taken a solid week of persuasion to get Seth to agree to this. A date at the local pumpkin patch? Sure, he was all in. But the haunted house? That had been a battle. Ever since you found out about his crippling fear of jump scares, you couldn't resist poking fun at him. Now, standing in line outside the haunted house, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and guilt.

As the line shuffled forward, you finally reached the front. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, fog-filled corridor that seemed to stretch on endlessly. A chill ran down your spine, not just from the cold, but from the sheer ominous vibe of the place. The moment the entrance came into full view, Seth’s bravado vanished. He nudged you forward, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You go first,” he urged, practically pushing you through the doorway. “I’ll… I’ll watch your back. Y’know, in case someone sneaks up behind us.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling Seth through the door and down the hall. The sound of chains rattling echoed eerily down the hallway as you moved deeper inside. The fog clung to the floor, making it hard to see your feet, and the flickering lights overhead added to the disorienting effect. Shadows danced on the walls, distorted by the dim light, and your footsteps felt heavier with every step, the anticipation of something jumping out at you almost unbearable.

Behind you, Seth stuck close, his breaths growing quicker with each step. The soft scuffle of feet behind you turned into louder, ominous footsteps. You glanced back, just in time for a masked figure to leap out from behind a corner, swinging a fake axe with a dramatic yell. Both you and Seth screamed, the sound high-pitched and panicked, completely in sync. You had never heard Seth scream like that before — his voice cracking as he practically dove behind you, using your body as a human shield.

“Oh my God!” Seth yelped, hiding his face against your shoulder as if that would somehow protect him. “That thing scared the shit out of me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even though your heart was pounding in your chest. “Yeah, Seth, that’s kind of the point of a haunted house.”

Despite the shaky laugh you managed, your hands were clammy, your pulse quickening as you moved further down the dark corridor. Every corner you turned, every shadow you passed, you felt Seth’s death grip on your arm tighten. He jumped at every noise, every flicker of light, making sure you went first whenever the path split or a new door appeared.

“Nope, not happening,” Seth whispered when you reached a particularly ominous hallway, its entrance swallowed by complete darkness. “I’m not going down there. You go, I’ll… stay back here and, uh, keep an eye out.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. “You’re not leaving me alone to deal with whatever’s down there.”

The pitch-black hallway stretched ahead like the entrance to some horrible nightmare. Strange, disembodied whispers echoed from unseen corners, followed by eerie giggles that rose into bone-chilling shrieks. Before either of you could react, more grotesque figures jumped out, their faces painted with fake blood, and their clothes torn to shreds. Seth screamed again—his voice even higher this time—and clung to your arm like a lifeline, practically climbing onto your back to avoid the figures lunging toward you.

“Oh my God, Seth,” you gasped between fits of laughter and sheer terror. “You’re squeezing me to death!”

“I can’t help it!” he squeaked, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “Did you see that? It moved like a freaking zombie!”

You barely had time to respond before another figure—a pale, gaunt woman with blood-streaked hair—crawled out from a hidden panel in the floor. The way she dragged herself toward you, moaning like something out of your worst nightmares, sent a fresh wave of fear through your body. Seth’s scream was so loud it reverberated through the walls, and you couldn’t stop the nervous laughter bubbling up from your chest, even as you stumbled backward, pulling him along with you.

When you finally made it to the last stretch of the haunted house, Seth was practically glued to your back, trembling with every creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. The door to the outside was just ahead, salvation within sight. As you burst through the exit, the cool night air hit your face, and you both stumbled into the open space, breathless and laughing.

Seth was still clutching your arm, his face pale and his eyes wide with residual terror. You doubled over, trying to catch your breath from both the running and the laughter.

“You okay there, tough guy?” you teased, nudging him playfully. “I think you broke the sound barrier back there with that last scream.”

Seth groaned, running a hand through his hair. “That was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I swear, that thing crawling out of the floor? Oof.”

“Yeah, I saw,” you laughed, nudging him again. “Mostly because you shoved me right in front of it.”

He chuckled sheepishly, finally releasing his grip on your arm. “I’ll admit, I might’ve been a little scared. Just a little.”

“A little?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Seth, you made me go first every single time! I was your human shield.”

Seth laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine. You were braver than me. But seriously, next time? No haunted houses. Just pumpkin patches, plain and simple.”

You smiled, wrapping your arm around his as the two of you began walking back toward the main part of the pumpkin patch. “Deal. But I’m never letting you live this down.”

[vampireimiko]

Heyy!!! Could you write about earth 42 miles having a lil make out session with a cheerleader gf?? I do cheer and I’m so down bad for miles 🥰.

nights like these

warnings, not proofread but other than that none !!

note, this is kinda rushed because i ended up changing my mind about the plot like 3 times (all just to end up going with my original idea...) 😭‼️ also i don't want anybody above 17 interacting with this or trust you will be dealt with 🧐

Today was such a good day for you. At cheer practice you finally perfected a move you'd been practicing for about two weeks now. Miles picked you up from cheer practice and took you out to celebrate your accomplishment. After he insisted you two hang out at his place. It's not like you were gonna decline his request, you were always happy to spend time with your man.

Now its late at night. The cold crisp breeze from outside flowed through the air. Soft rnb music filled the background of the dimly lit room as you and Miles laid on his bed. More specifically, you were laying in between his legs while you scrolled on your phone and while Miles looked down at you and played in your hair.

You noticed his gaze and asked, "Whatchu staring at me for?" You giggle, being flustered at the small gesture.

"You're pretty." Miles shrugged. "Sit up for me real quick, ma."

With that being said, you sit up and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. You two stare into each other's eyes for a while and the next thing you know, your lips are moving in sync with one another. A soft groan would come from you or Miles occasionally.

After a moment, you and Miles pulled away, needing to catch your breath. You two really had no idea how much time had passed but it didn't matter.

You've always wanted somebody you could spend time with whether it be quiet or chaotic, Miles was that exact person for you. When you're together, it doesn't matter what your doing, just being in each other's presence calms the both of you down.

"Whew.." you started off with a giddy smile on your face, "That was.."

"Amazing." Miles finished for you, with his voice a bit raspy. You giggled and nodded, unable to contain the smile that danced across your face as you continued to gaze into his mesmerizing brown eyes.

"I never really got how people could kiss for so long, but now? I totally understand." you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of wonder and newfound understanding.

Miles chuckled softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the small of your back. "I guess some connections are just meant to be explored and cherished, no matter how long they last."

As you snuggled closer to him, his warm presence enveloping you, you marveled at the depth of the bond you had formed. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a profound connection that extended beyond the stolen moments and lingering kisses.

In that quiet, intimate space, you both shared a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of your affectionate exchange. It was in these stolen moments that you realized how fortunate you were to have found someone who not only stirred your heart but also brought a sense of peace and contentment into your life.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🔛🔝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐟 ... (𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋!) 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[cage-cat-yt]

I did this at midnight last night and I just remembered to post it here. I'm doing a lil animation thingy RN tho it's just lip sync practice

Anyway yeah stay safe and self care and hydrate!!

[kickinganddriving]

I Can See You - CP10

notes: a lil quick comeback to puliblr and a lil birthday present to my bbg @10vnderhaze ilysm babes!

song suggestion: I Can See You (from the vault) (Taylors version)- Taylor Swift

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

Warnings: A lil steamy, some mutal workplace pining, closets.

wc: 1.6k

"You should come over tonight," he whispers in your ear as he passes you in the hallway, his voice low and seductive. You know you shouldn't, but everything about him gives you butterflies in your stomach. It's the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he casually refers to you as "sweetheart" in conversation. You know you really shouldn't, but… you really want to.

The shivers down your spine are saying yes, but your mind is saying no.

Rushing to your desk, you can feel the warmth spreading to your face as you spin around in your swivel chair, imagining what might happen if you do go over tonight. Your body starts tingling as your brain wanders to the potential future.

His hands intertwine with your hair, and your bodies and lips move in sync as you rise up and down in his lap. His other hand moves to your hip to guide your body at a sensual pace. You feel his tongue hook through your lips into your mouth after you break the kiss to breathe, quickly being cut off again by Christian.

The room is a mess, with clothes and bed sheets scattered across the room. The air is thick, humid, and smells of sex. Your hands explore his body a little bit more after every time you kiss. Light moans and gasps escape both of your lips as you hear a string of praise and expletives coming from his lips.

As your lips leave his mouth and move south to the region of his neck, you hear him whisper, "Have you finished making the press statement yet?" You quickly open your eyes to realize that you are neck-deep in the middle of a very hot daydream, but you seem to forget the fact that you have work and a job that needs to be completed.

"No, sorry!" you quickly reply back, smoothing out the skirt you are wearing and fixing your hair.

"It's due tonight, get to it," your supervisor replies as he taps your desk and turns around.

Opening your laptop, all you can think about is the very eventful daydream you had just before and the probability of it occurring if you do go over tonight. After quickly finishing your work, you decide it's time to get coffee, as it's only 1 o'clock, and you are yawning. Walking out of the little maze of cubicles, you bump into one Christian Pulisic.

"Have you thought about my offer from earlier?" You hear him say.

"I want to, but you know we shouldn't," you say lightly, placing your hand on his chest, if only he wasn't wearing that stupid shirt.

"Why can't we?" He responds as he places both of his hands on your waist and takes a step closer to you.

"Christian, we can't," you say with a hitch in your breath. "I know that, but why? I want this, and you want this, so why can't we do this?" He says, lowering his face so close that you could feel his presence.

"Because people are going to find out, and either way, it's going to make things more complicated than they already are."

"Why do you of all people care about what other people think? Just let it happen, sweetheart," he begs as he presses a few kisses to your cheek and neck.

"Christian, unlike you, my chance of getting a job if this gets out and I get fired is way lower than yours." You can practically hear his groan as he pulls himself off of you.

You sigh, trying to gather your thoughts amidst the swirling emotions inside you. Christian's persistence is tempting, and a part of you desperately wants to give in to the desire you both feel. But you know the potential consequences of acting on these feelings and it scares you.

"Look, it's not just about what others think," you say, trying to explain your position. "It's about what might happen after the fact.” Christian runs a hand through his hair in frustration, but he seems to understand your concern.

"I get it, I really do," he says, his voice softer now. "But what if we keep it a secret? Nobody has to know. Just you and me.”

As much as you wish you could believe it could work, you know deep down that secrets have a way of coming out eventually. And if it does, it could ruin not only your job but also Christian's reputation.

"I know you think we can keep this under wraps, but we both know how difficult that can be," you reply, trying to hold your ground. "It's risky, and I don't want either of us to regret our decision later."

Christian looks conflicted, torn between his desire for you and his understanding of the potential consequences. "Can't we at least give it a try? I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure nobody knows until we want them to know.”

You bite your lip, considering his proposal for a moment. The attraction between you is undeniable, and the thought of exploring this connection with him is intoxicating. But you also know that your career is important to you, and you can't afford to jeopardize it. His hand makes its way to your cheeks, as he angles your head to be face-to-face with him you shake your head no as you respond "I get it. I really do. I just wish it didn't have to be this complicated."

"Me too," he replies softly, as you reach out to touch his cheek gently. Something clicks in your head and you press your lips onto his, your bodies connecting and working with each other. He realizes that both of you are in plain sight, and discreetly guides both of your bodies into the nearest room he could find.

Pulling away for air, you realized where you were, in a fucking broom closet. Then you realized what you were doing. But he’s never looked prettier than how he looked at that moment, his hair messed up, from your hands running through it. Your lipstick smudged on his face, leaving a light tint of pink on them. His eyes were wide, and full of lust. Your heart wanted to go back for seconds, but you knew that you had to go back to work.

“Chris… we shouldn’t… I should go.” You say stuttering as you feel the same warmth from earlier creeping up your face.

“Alright yeah, we can talk about this later.” He says simultaneously flustered with you. The tension between you is palpable as you both retreat to your separate tasks for the rest of the day. The sexual tension that once seemed exciting now feels undone and needs to be completed.

Later in the evening, as you're leaving work late, you receive a text from Christian. "Can we talk?"

You hesitate for a moment before replying, "Sure."

You meet him outside the office building, and it's clear that he's been waiting for you. The streetlights cast a soft glow around him, making him look even more alluring.

"I missed you," he says, his voice filled with love and lust.

You laugh to yourself while peering into his eyes "Christian, it's been 5 hours, you can’t miss me that much.”

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits, taking a step closer. "I tried, but it's impossible."

Your heart races as you look into his eyes, feeling the pull of the connection between you. "I can't stop thinking about you either, but we need to be rational about this."

"I know, and I hate it," he says, frustration evident in his tone. "But I can't help how I feel."

"I know it's not easy," you reply, your voice softening.

He reaches out to touch your hand, and you can feel the warmth of his touch travel through your entire body. "I wish it didn't have to be this way."

"Me too," you whisper, torn between your heart and your mind. For a moment, you both stand there in silence, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air.

“Just kiss me now.” You blurt out.

“What?” He asks with confusion at your sudden statement.

“You wanna kiss me, I really want to kiss you, and you are giving me puppy eyes and I can’t take it anymore! So just kiss me before I regret saying that you could!” You blurted out and as soon as you knew it his hands were on your face, he was gently pushing you against the brick wall of the building, and diving in for the most intoxicating kiss you could have ever imagined. You might’ve forgotten what air was during that kiss, tongues moving with each other. Bodies moving closer to the other, deepening the kiss each second.

You were practically suffocating when he pulled away from you, but you didn’t care, you were in love.

“Holy hell,” You say, catching your breath, and leaning your head against the brick wall. You can feel his hands place themselves on your waist.

“I want more.” He says as he places his lips back on your neck.

“This is the farthest we can go without HR getting involved Chris.”

“Fuck HR baby, they don’t need to know” His words slowly turning you over to his side of the argument.

“Then we better take this back to my house…”

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[stilljuststardust]

Heyyy! It’s parrot again! And today I have two related questiones!

Both have to do with the information that all one needs to do to manifest is desire and live in the imagination/daydream.

1: if kids often truly believe the things they are playing or imagining to be real how come they don’t accidentally manifest them?

2: i daydream pretty much constantly and have been affirming out the wazoo and i am going to continue persisting and believing and all that jazz, but i have yet to see the results in the 3D(i am confident they will come; im just getting a lil impatient lol)

Thanksssss! Have a nice day :3

Hi parrot!

1:

Children can manifest, sometimes they do (I did). However, they don't usually manifest their play pretend because on some level they do know its just that, pretend. I remember having tons of crazy beliefs as a kid but my mindset was almost always "if I wish really hard maybe it will be true" instead of actually assuming so. So, unfortunately, I didn't get a pokemon on my birthday.

Children aren't stupid and I do believe that they know they're playing pretend.

However, there were times I did apply the law as a child.

This story is humiliating but whatever, I was a child.

When I was a kid I was really into lip sync battles (now an source of intense shame lmao) and every damn day I practiced because I was CONVINCED it was going to happen at some point for me.

When we were leaving town to meet my grandparents in a more populated area I was like, welp this is it, clearly I'm going to do it now. My mother was like, why do you keep talking about that I promise you there aren't any where we're going.

I didn't listen because I knew she was wrong. We arrive and immediately go out for dinner to a random restaurant, we walk in and in big neon letters a sign says "lip sync battle next door".

My mom literally thought I was crazy the entire week leading up because she had no idea why I was so adamant that when we got there I would be in one.

Why did this manifest and my pokemon didn't? Because when I was practicing for it I did it as if it was real. I knew it was going to happen and I didn't even stop to think about when or how all I knew was I should have a song ready.

I didn't budge because I knew I had it. I knew it was going to happen no matter what.

I wasn't day dreaming, I was practicing. I wasn't hoping, I was commanding.

2:

I know many people refer to the 4D as "imagination" but this doesn't mean play pretend or day dreaming, what they mean is your internal world.

Yes as a child I was imagining it happened but I did so from the assumption that what I was imagining HAD to happen. I didn't consider it play pretend I considered it practice.

People literally thought I was dumb but I didn't stop to consider there opinion because I knew it was mine.

When you imagine the image of what you want don't think "I hope I'll get this" think "I already have this"

I think we often unconsciously undermine ourselves because we're still thinking as if it isn't here.

Asking where it is or telling yourself it's not here yet are still affirming against it.

Affirmations are just thoughts you repeat, if you're ALSO repetitively thinking against what you want then you are ALSO affirming against it.

Think as if you have already manifested it, as if having it is cold hard fact. Yes it may feel unnatural at first but that doesn't matter.

In my story from before, I didn't ever stop to wonder why I hadn't been in one yet because I knew that it was happening no matter what so timing was irrelevant to me.

Think about who you'd be if you had it, how you'd see the world, what you would think, then think as that version of you.

Personally I like to ground before I do anything because it helps me to think of it as real.

Take a look at these, i think they'll help you:

Mental diets aren't just getting rid of negative thoughts

This one's really good

Loa checklist

[screams-of-the-damned84]

me: has a physics test tomorrow

also me: now is a great time to animate

lol here’s a wip from a lil animation im working on!! essentially it’s just me animating those few panels where lanyon and Jekyll meet in ch 12 because I thought it would be fun to do for lip sync/posing/character practice. here’s the first bit of it! it’s pretty messy and wonky but im having fun so it’s ok ig. i have 500 frames left to do lines for wish me luck 💔💔 (i will not be colouring this lol)

[vanillasheenbean]

Finished this lil lip sync practice last night heehee

(Audio is from Ben 10)

[lunastarhawk]

The Memories He Lost - Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Dance by Moonlight

(aka drinking shenanigans and sexy times. Standard Juleia behaviour, really)

Julian and Altheia continue their ritual to unlock Julian's memories, and he relives, well... drinking shenanigans and sexy times.

It's not as long of a chapter as it should be for how long it's taken me to squeeze it out, between vidya game distractions, a depressive spell and Life as a Grownup but... it be what it be.

Shoutout to @anew-flame for forever dragging me out of whatever pit of despair I find myself in, in between tolerating my hyperfixated rambles, thank you bestie. x

A lil preview...

(this is a flashback of 10-something years ago, so although Julian can play a vielle very well now, he couldn't back then. He's practiced a lot since then)

“You know,” he began, plucking at the strings of the instrument to test if they needed tuning, “I uh… I wasn’t being coy, you know.  I really can’t play very well.”

“I didn’t say you have to play well,” she grinned.  “Only that you have to entertain me.”

“That, I can do.”

Nerves nearly got the better of him as he raised the vielle to his chin, to cheers from the rest of the crew, and it was probably only the rum in his blood that saw him through.  He looked Altheia in the eye as she stepped back from him, away from the dancing light of the bonfire, and he began to play.

The first few bars were horribly out of time and barely in tune, but no one seemed to mind.  Some even recognised it and sang along - also horribly out of time and barely in tune.  Very quickly, Julian settled into the music, carried by the singing and dancing of the others.  Altheia danced, too, and Julian’s heart felt light with joy as he watched her.

He finished one tune and launched immediately into another, but Altheia stopped, and he saw her gasp.  Thinking he’d done wrong, he started to change the tune, but she waved and mouthed “Don’t stop!” before retrieving her coat and fishing out a small silver pipe from the inside pocket.  Turning back to him, a gleam in her eye, she put the pipe to her lips and started to play.

Julian’s heart soared and he could barely contain his delight as the light, clear sound of the pennywhistle sang to him and danced with the sharper tone of his vielle, sometimes in sync and sometimes back and forth, as if they’d rehearsed many times before.  As Altheia spun and danced, her licorice-dark hair flew around her head, and the sash around her hips streamed in a flash of crimson against her dark leggings.

AO3 for the rest!

[rightpastnowhere]

MORE. FOR U

Ok ok ok we all collectively will not shut up about how Percy is endeared by Vex's ears, right? well UNO REVERSE CARD! His lil round human ears are so fucking cute to Vex. It's also very funny for her to parse out how sensitive they are vs half-elven or elven ears.

In modern AUs their taste in music seems very different at a glance but meshes SUPER well. Percy is rocking to MCR and anime intros and Fallout Boy and old rock'n'roll (that his dad and Julius loved), Vex is grinding to pop and country, and everyone is like 'surely not' until they pull up to give Pike a ride and are just blasting a Taylor Swift song together (she joins in obviously). Or on a train sharing earbuds and the poor folks the next seats over can hear Monster by Skillet from there and these two are mouthing along and sharing Dramatic Looks.

Trinket keeps bringing cubs home. He's a male bear, bears don't raise cubs in pairs (males don't participate at ALL), but he's a Ranger companion and lives as long as Vex does. And given he's a fit specimen he's probably the sire of a lot of cubs in the area (Vex and the Grey Hunt have got to watch out for inbreeding effects KJTRNHRKN). So every now and then he'll find a hurt or abandoned or sick cub and bring it back, and Vex nurses it back to health (and Dan too), and suddenly they Have Another Bear. Oh Dear. Sometimes Vex and Trinket make a conscious effort to train the cubs to live in the wild and release them a ways away once they're old enough, but the three bears we see in C3 is Only The Beginning.

The first time Percy tried really growing a beard, Vesper made Unhappy Faces when he'd give her kisses and in a fit he shaved it all off. He needed some talking-tos about it. His baby girl was SO upset and it make HIM upset OKAY -

It's advised that guests do not wander the halls of Castle Whitestone alone at night. They assume, naturally, that this is due to Ghosts or Restless Spirits - no the de Rolos are just. like that. Cass would rather everyone avoid the trauma of hearing them having a good time. Also the kids' darkvision means they have shining pupils if light hits them in the dark and someone fell down the stairs once so there's that too.

Percy fucking agonizes over blue now. Getting a gift to match Vex's feather takes up at least 3-12 hours of a given project. At this point he has custom paints mixed for it and will scour stalls and shops for gems of the right turquoise.

He also owns way more fur than he'd expect, because Vex is a ranger and can at least make a decent muffler or trim for mittens or ruff for his winter coat out of some of her more impressive catches. His favorite, though, is a tiny fur thing that's badly worn. Vex insists it's a bird. *it does not look like a bird,* it looks like a pointed rock with two bead eyes. It was the first thing she tried making him and it, well, it didn't come out as she'd expected. He still stims with it often, it practically lives in his pocket - like she was in Pandemonium, when VM were transformed into birds. She says she hates it, but his earnest adoration for this little silly thing she made really makes Vex so damn happy.

OH MY GOD SHE WOULD LOVE HIS EARS,,, HIS LIL ROUNDED EARS,,, SO SOFT N ROUND,,,,,,,, OMG

YOUR MUSIC TASTES FOR THEM ARE SO IN LINE WITH WHAT'S IN MY HEAD NGKJRNGK. vex imo has the most chaotic playlists because there's just one for all of her music. it switches from lizzo to mumford & sons without rhyme nor reason. and they WOULD be taylor swift stans with pike i LOVE THIS. AND GOD,, THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HER AND PERCY DRAMATICALLY LIP-SYNCING LIKE HUGE NERDS..... MY CROPS ARE WATERED. MY SKIN IS CLEAR

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING NGKJRNKJGNR i simply think vex deserves an entire legion of bears who love her, and many of them on the castle grounds. only the best for the grand mistress of bears. (trinket mimicking vex's adopting behavior is SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY)

percy upsets his baby One Time and suddenly he must change everything about himself. i love him so much i cannot stand it

NKGJNKJENG the de rolos fuck nasty and it is a burden upon those who think themselves to be fearless... my heart goes out to the unlucky few who dare. ALSO THE FUCKING. QUARTER ELVES. JUST LIKE A BUNCH OF CATS IN THE KITCHEN AT 2AM WHEN YOU WANT A SNACK. IS PERFECTION.

GERKGNERJN percy will do anything to maintain his wife's aesthetic

VEX CRAFTING HIM THINGS...... PERCY KEEPING HER FIRST LIL BAUBLE BECAUSE HE LOVES HER................ STIMMING WITH IT CAUSE IT'S SOFT................................ picturing vex finding out and endeavoring to acquire so many soft things, making him a bunch more knick-knacks once she's better at it, wearing soft clothes, just, oh my GOD she loves him SO MUCH

thank you again for this absolute unfathomable joy, i squeaked out loud at least 3 times, i am full of serotonin once more

[sees-writes]

from the WIP tag game, of COURSE i'm going to ask about Clone Wars Stuff??

Thank you for the ask!

This is a big doc full of all my lil one shots or short fics! Many are still in the outline phase and don’t even have a title yet!

Many of those have already been posted but there are a few I haven’t yet 👀

There is fic centered around Jedi and dancing and the different cultural practices they learned to be diplomats, one centered around Lip Sync battles, one that’s kind of a funny order 69 fic, and a super soldier au somewhere in there!

Many of these may never see the light of day but hopefully some will 😁

[quinloki]

Tipsy Quiiiiinn! I wanna know what your favs are drunk karaoke-ing to and how good/bad are they??

(make sure to take water breaks to stay hydrated my lovely lil nugget!)

I ahve drunk almost this entire bottle, I am so sorry if these start to not make sense XD I swear I'm making sense in my brain.

OH DRIUNK KARAOKING - lol I missed the drunk part, go figured.

Kid would be - you know how you can tell when someone really godo at singing is singing" bad" on puporse? That's Kid - but like, it's still not bad, because he's really into music and has just sang so much his whole life he's practiced into being good. (gots a good ear for music too).

Marco wouldn't want to sing at all, but eventually he gets sloshed enough he does a song with Thatch and Ace, and if you can pay attention you can ealize he's got a good voice, he'd sing like Sinatra really well if you could convine him

Law's just... just bad. He's so bad. I know I'm writing an badn AU with him singing and such and that's for that, but this is this. He's got a solid voice sober, but he's treally gotta work at it, and drunk it's jsut bad. It's like second-hand embarrassment bad.

Crocodile doesn't sing, refuses, and there is NOT enough bnooze to change that. But - he will hum/sing very softly when he trhinks you're sleeping, while he combs your hair or what have you. Just melodic stuff - it's soothing, but he still won't sing.

Killer leaves the mask on adn then tells you he's lip syncing, and you're drunk enough by that time to believe him.