#me when i needed to post this before i went to bed

[yumiblaze]

Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 9

Sorry for not posting yesterday! It's the first time I haven't posted daily since I started this story but I wasn't feeling too great =^=

PROLOGUE / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 (there are so many parts now 0o0)

Warning: Icky wound!

CHAPTER NINE

3rd person POV

Jinu stepped into the guest room you were staying in intending to change your bandages but then he saw you. Your body slumped against the huge blue tiger, one of your arms hanging limply around Derpy’s fluffy neck, Sussie settled on your head, all three of you sleeping soundly. A smile graced his face, unable to not smile at how cute you were snuggled up with his spirit animals.

However the smile couldn’t stay when he again remembered current circumstances. He remembered the pain on your face when you were stabbed and he knew he would have to see that face again, whether it was physical pain or mental pain it was inevitable.

The demon gently sat on the side of the bed careful to not wake you, feeling somewhat empty. After 400 years he had found something he loved, something he would do anything to keep but already Gwi Ma had ruined everything. He wanted to find a way you could live without having to kill your family. Why did you have to be his soulmate? Why did you have to be so close to the hunters?

Back to Reader POV

Your eyelids fluttered open as you felt something behind you move. You forced yourself up a little still groggy, Derpy slowly moving past you. You watched as she made her way over to Jinu who was sitting on the edge of your bed, his head down, his dark hair hiding his face from view. Derpy nuzzled her head against him softly, the boy looking up at her tears in his eyes and surprise on his face.

“Jinu?” You said moving towards him instinctively. “Why are you crying?” You reached your arm out towards him and he quickly wiped at his face.

“It doesn’t matter.” He told you unable to even look at you.

“If it’s upsetting you enough for you to cry then it definitely does.” You replied gently cupping the far side of his face and forcing him to turn toward you.

His soft eyes met your own and you felt your heart break as you saw the sadness in them. His hand came up to cover yours, leaning into your hand like he needed your touch. His eyes shut as his eyebrows furrowed.

“I can’t tell you why I was crying.” Jinu answered in a whisper. “I just have to make a choice I don’t want to have to make.”

“I won’t push you, but you can come to me with anything okay?” You told him. “I don’t care if the choices are immoral or you do something that’s frowned upon, I will always be here for you.”

Jinu stared into your eyes, before he took your hand from his cheek pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“Thank you princess.”

The room went quiet apart from Derpy purring as she laid against her owner. The silence was broken when you squeeked Sussie flying off of your head and onto the bed making you jump; you had forgotten she was up there.  

“Anyway I came in here alone to change your bandages.” Jinu told you holding up clean bandages. “I was also alone when I changed your cloths. I didn’t remove your underwear or anything, just didn’t want you laying around in blood soaked clothing so I gave you one of my t-shirts. I insisted everyone else leave to give as much privacy as possible, especially as Baby has been less that subtle about how much he would love to see such a thing.”

“Thank you Jinu.” You thanked him as he finished his small rant, a soft blush covering his cheeks. You gave him a soft smile before you knelt up and lifted your borrowed shirt up a bit showing your bandaged wound to the man.

His blush disappeared as he got to work, gently unwinding the current bandage from around your wound. As soon as he pulled it away you got to see the wound for the first time. There were three thick deep puncture marks just below your belly button, a symphony of red purple and most worryingly black surrounding them.

“Is it meant to look like that?” You questioned alarmed at colours of the wound.

“The black and purple come from whatever he coated his claws with, it’s nothing to worry about though it should go away as your wound heals.” Jinu told you throwing the bloody bandages to the floor and getting a new one ready.

“Also I wanted to ask you about something.” You said changing the subject.

“What do you want to ask?”

“Why have you and my sister been talking to each other?”

Jinu froze like he’d not expected you to ask about him and your sister. He let out a sigh finishing patching you up before looking you in the eye.

“When I fought you sister for the first time I ripped the arm of her outfit and saw her demon patterns. I covered for her so Mira and Zoey didn’t see and I met up with her later that night to try and found out why she had the patterns. I wanted to find her weakness and then use that and her demon patterns against her to split the girls up, to break the honmoon.” Jinu told you. “It was our original plan to get rid of the honmoon and let all the demons including the demon king into the human world.”

“Your original plan?”

“Yeah but things have changed since we met you. I don’t want to hurt the girls because I know it will hurt you and I can’t see you hurt… not again.”

“If my sister makes the honmoon gold does that mean all five of you will be gone?” You asked looking down at your lap.

“You sister thinks that maybe I could stay this side when the honmoon is sealed but I don’t think any of the five of us are human enough to stay. Your sister is only part demon not a full demon like us five.”

“I don’t want to honmoon to be sealed…” You admitted. “I like you guys, I don’t want to lose you.”

You looked back up at the boy surprised to see how close your face was to his. You didn’t know if he had moved or maybe you had moved while lost in thought but you were only inches apart. Silence fell as the two of you stared at one another. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again, asking you a silent question. You nodded slightly, your heartbeat accelerating.

Jinu leaned forward painfully slowly before capturing your lips with his own. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hand grasping at the front of his hoodie. You felt one of his hands hold the back of your neck pulling you closer to him. Your lips moved in perfect sync with one another like you had been practicing for this moment your whole life. The kisses became messier as feelings melted into physical need until a knock on the door was heard.

The two of you pulled apart quickly, Abby leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face. You blushed and looked away from him, Jinu standing up probably just as red faced as you.

“We were wondering what we should order for dinner, didn’t realise you were hungry for something else Jinu.~” Abby teased.

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[to-the-stars8]

The Game

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Bruce comes home after a gala, looking to get you upstairs and in bed.

AN: Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone while at work and will be posting it to Ao3 later for anyone who would like to read this that way! Also slight NSFW so MDNI

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It’s past midnight by the time Bruce rolls in, the smell of cigar smoke heavy on his long black wool coat. As ventures further into the den he sheds his overcoat and charcoal suit jacket, throwing them across one of the armchairs.

You’re poised on the couch with your legs tucked up and a book cradled in your arms. You hardly look up from your book as he moves about, only mumbling a greeting before getting back to the plot. It was getting good, and you weren’t going to distract yourself by asking how yet another gala went.

Bruce makes his way over to the bottle of scotch that sat up on a high shelf on the far side of the room.

As he poured himself a glass, he asks, “Kids in bed?”

You hum. “Yeah.” After flipping a page, you gently add, “Tim needs new shoes for school, by the way.”

Bruce chuckles, the sound echoing in the quiet room. As he crosses over to you in three strides, he mutters, “He tears them up on that damn skateboard.” He sighs. “I’ll get him new ones tomorrow.”

After a second, he drops down next to you, drink sloshing around in the crystal glass as he settles. Bruce stretches an arm behind you on the couch, eyes going between you and the book in your lap.

You know what he wants, and, though you’re more than willing to, you’re not giving in that easily to him. Lately, you’ve been giving it to him far too willingly, and, though you enjoy it immensely, you find it more fun to watch him squirm a little.

Bruce rests the glass on his knee, swirling a little, as he whispers, “Let’s go upstairs.”

You finally look up, trying not to show how much of a good idea you think that sounds. “I want to finish this chapter.”

Tutting, you see his hand around the glass twitch a little. It takes everything in you not to smile. After being together for over ten years, you manage to catch the small ways he shows his annoyance. A hand twitch? That meant he’d love nothing more than to take the book from your sweet hands and toss it across the room.

But, Bruce Wayne was raised a gentleman and he knew your anger at that would far worse than anything else. His eyes look towards the door like he was looking for the kids—Bruce always looked for them before doing something particularly nasty. Not that anyone would know it, but he was embarrassed when his more intimate side was exposed. Every nonchalant, cool brag made to the media was a front that often kept Bruce’s face buried in his hands afterward.

When he decides the coast is clear, he whispers again, “That book will still be there after I eat you out and fuck you.”

You finally look at him and you can’t help but smile a little. Despite being a bit commanding, which you expected from an only child with too much money, he’s sweet.

“And, I hope, you’ll still be here after my chapter.”

Bringing his hand to the back of your neck, he holds you there—Not in a mean way. No, never in a mean way, just a way to ground himself to you so that he might admire your face a bit longer.

“Of course,” he says softly, thumb rubbing gentle strokes against the skin right under your ear. When he leans closer, you can feel the power radiating off of him. Bruce practically owns the world, and, with the way he is spread out, you can feel that. There’s a bit of pride blooming in your chest that comes from the fact that this man is your husband and he’s the one staring at you like you own him. “But wouldn’t you like me to pull those pretty panties to the aside and let you bounce you on my cock?”

His desperate brashness makes you blush and giggle as you shake your head. “You’re…”

Bruce smiles. A real smile that’s reserved just for you and the kids. “What?”

“I can’t think of the word right now,” you admit, going to look back down at your book. When the words weren’t comprehending, you shut it, looking at him.

He sets down his glass down onto the coffee table, knowing he’d won. “And here I thought the chapter was getting good by how well you brushed off my attempts to seduce you.”

You shook your head. You might have lost the game, but you were don’t yet. Putting your hand on his thigh, where you then noticed the very obvious bulge in his tailored trousers, you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Don’t get too rough this time, please?”

Both of you know you like it when he’s a bit mean—when he grips the softness of your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you down by pressing on your back as he rams into from behind, and when he nips at all his favorite places enough to leave marks the next day. Every bit of it you love, and you’ll ask for it later.

Right now, you’re wanting to see how easily he’ll fold for you.

Pressing his lips to your shoulder, he hums a yes. He won’t risk you being uncomfortable for a stupid unspoken game—not when there’s a chance you’re actually serious about the request.

“Of course. However you want it, you’ll have it.”

Putting your book down on the side table, you kiss his lips and wrap your arms around his strong shoulders. Within the blink of an eye, Bruce has wrapped his arms around your waist and hauls you up with him. Your grip on his shoulders tighten as you kick your feet about.

“You should have led with this,” you exclaim as you press another kiss to his lips.

Giving your ass a playful smack, making you laugh harder, he says, “Next time.”

[morganblues]

you spin me around — clark kent x wayne!reader. (headcanons)

“ YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE LOTS OF FUN, OPEN UP YOUR LOVIN' ARMS I WANT SOME. ”

summary⠀✦⠀Your whole life you've been carrying your last name on your shoulders, and it went on like that for a long time, until Clark Kent came into your life and all you could say was: you love him. warnings⠀✦⠀batsis but being Bruce's sister, +18, blood kink?, somnophilia (consensual, pre-established dynamic), creampie, post-battle intimacy, praise kink, size kink, voyeurism, possessive dynamics (for both sides), aftercare, my version of Clark, slight dom/sub for both sides. word count⠀✦⠀2.4K notes⠀✦⠀I wrote this at work so it might have some spelling mistakes (like always) and it’s a bit disorganized lol I'm a girl with a lot of ideas but I’m also kind of lazy so I turn everything into headcanon until I convince myself of the idea. I’ll probably get a one-shot on this (or maybe not).

✦ He always knew you were Bruce's sister, from the moment any identity stopped being a secret at the Hall of Justice, the whole Wayne family story flew to him — ironically. You were part of Gotham's richest family, so obviously your life wasn't completely private, and every step you took was a step that Clark Kent had seen at some point in his life.

✦ And so it went for a long time, being your brother's helper you got to know every Green lantern, every Flash, and of course the one and only Superman, so joining forces because of the same passion for annoying Bruce was easier than you ever thought.

✦ There's nothing more forbidden than what Bruce dislikes, and Clark knows that better than anyone. You weren't consistent in your watch duties and support for the League, but every time you did, he noticed a lot of things. He notices it in the way you walk in the combat suit your brother designed just for you, in the bloodstains on your knuckles from those who deserve nothing but your violence, in the way you talk to criminals as if you're the top authority in the city, and even in the way you speak to him as if he were a gift from the heavens, when in reality, you were the one who fell into his shadow like the most perfect gift he’s ever received. You're a dirtier, more dangerous, and much more fragile version of your brother, and that's where his shameless need to feel you around every moment comes from.

✦ He wished for you in silence, from the depths that screamed in his heart for him to do something before he regretted it. And he quickly concluded that he needed something, whatever you gave him was more than enough, it didn't matter if it was just for a moment but there were days when he found you in his apartment and his only way to react was falling for those famous Wayne delights that Bruce warned him about since the two of you met.

✦ Even though the older Wayne told you that dating someone like Clark was more of a waste since he was a nerd from Kansas, joining him like glue felt like everything made sense before you settled down. Months of endless dinners and sneaking off to the Daily Planet were your everyday life, and while your brother worked harder and harder to defend all of Gotham, you spent the night in Clark’s small apartment, along with the desire to just be together all night.

✦ He wanted you everywhere and wanted to hide you from anyone nearby, not because he felt ashamed of you, but because the longing and desire you provoke in him makes him dangerous. And in the most literal way you can imagine, he still remembers that time he broke the bed three times in two months, the wall on two occasions; and once he pushed you against the table in his living room and split it in half when he shoved you toward it in a desperate attempt to satisfy himself. Clearly, his concern was more than big, and the only way he knew to apologize was while parting his lips with a relaxation only he could achieve, saying things like, "I bet you feel so tight and wet," "I want to taste you so much," his gaze pouring over every space you occupy, fascinated as if he was carving out every inch between your thighs, kissing, nibbling, and licking, pressing his face into you while he makes you all wet for him.

✦ He likes to call you 'baby Wayne' when you spend the late nights together and can only talk to you with his tongue teasing you, saying "I’m dying for you, babe I need you so so much" and sometimes he says it in public, not to annoy you, but as a reminder that he knows you’re his, that you belong to him and that he doesn’t plan to let you go.

✦ Sometimes it hurts to think about how big he is, Clark is 6'3 and being just a farmer from Smallville, it's surprising that people have no idea what he's hiding behind those glasses. Plus, the way he makes the most of his size makes you think he just likes things to be this way.

✦ One of his greatest pleasures is to see you in his bed, all stretched out for him with your legs spread, with the mascara staining your face because you can't take it whole, and yet you do your best when his knees to yours, while he immobilizes you by hooking your ankles with his, his cock pierces you all the way down with one, two and three more lunges of his head into your cervix, you tense in his arms.

✦ You're obsessed with giving him blowjobs that make your jaw hurt, and you caught yourself until you hear his cries, as if it's some kind of punishment you never thought you'd ignore. He just strokes your hair and mutters, "You know you can stop whenever you want..." — but the truth is, you never want to.

✦ He loves it every time you come back from some makeshift patrol because Bruce had to attend a gala. Seeing you all bruised with dried blood stagnant on your lips and your legs trembling because that's when he realizes that you need him: not Superman, Clark Kent himself, and when you're totally healed and bathed your only comfort is to take the man who lifts you off the ground, and only fucks you slowly while telling you that you're braver than any member of the League.

✦ He's secretly jealous of Gotham, of all your companions to those galas that your brother organizes for charity, of all those ruffians who hit your missions because every wound of yours makes him want to lock you in his bed. And you always tell him that the Waynes don't feel, but he hates all bruises. "If you're not going to take care of yourself, then I'll do it. All of it, whole and in my own way" And the best of all is that if he does, he closes the door of the room, undresses you and licks you; punishing you with pleasure without letting you come until his name is all you can say.

✦ He has fantasies about you marking him in public as if he needs everyone to know that you are taken by him, like sitting on his leg at a gala, biting his neck when you talk in a group, and kissing him in public like there's no tomorrow.

✦ He loves to lick your blood when one of your patrols leaves you more wounded than usual, and also when you scratch your arms with your nails, muttering about every piece of skin. But he also likes it when your period shows up unexpectedly, and you hate to admit it because you're embarrassed; but since he brushes his middle finger against your slit, you know there's no turning back. "Please, this is also part of you, don’t hide anything from me."

✦ Since you sneaked into his apartment and practically live there, Clark has collected only your things like momentary photographs that he keeps deep within himself, underwear, also a broken piece of your suit that you helped him fix, and your ID for Wayne Enterprises. Please understand, he has needs, and there’s no one else but you who can give him something he wants, something he longs for: the forbidden, the sweet, the cruel. And you got used to it; sometimes there are days when you find him sniffing your panties, hard, panting, waiting for you to arrive in desperation.

✦ He never gets tired of fucking you in the Batcave together before the League shows up, he's done it so many times that he loses count, and he does it only because he can, and only because he loves to risk everything for you. In general, he loves to finger you in public, at company dinners, at Planet festivities, and also when you first visit Kent Farm in Smallville. No one knows except you, who are just shaking and biting your lip, feeling his fingers go in and out of you until you beg him to stop because someone can hear, while smiling as if he is not destroying you from the center

✦ And since there are times when he handles you like clay, there are also times when his only thought is you. He asks you to talk dirty to him while you help him inside say "Tell me I'm yours... Please just do it" and you tell him with that broken voice that he adores so much, because there is no greater power than to make Superman moan, than to see him so out of his mind for someone as broken as you. Sometimes he doesn't penetrate you and just lies between your legs, licking you, kissing you and breathing every fiber of you until he feels you on his face and leads to the conclusion that there is nothing left of you that is not marked by him.

✦ You once begged him to inside you unprotected, and at first you had said it as a joke and he had been scared long before you laughed in his face "What if I get you pregnant?"

You took it for what it was a joke and wanted to keep playing with it even though they were moments away from each other's coming. You smile at him by kissing him on the chest, just above his heart.

He denies and gives you what you want until he likes it and gets excited every time you ask him in euphoria.

✦ Sometimes when defending the city has become too much for him, you hold him in his bed, which is practically yours, and he cries on your shoulders while hugging you tightly for a long time because he can't believe that someone like you, dangerous, broken, and unstoppable, exists. He nestles into your chest like he's reaching for a candy and doesn't let go until it's time for both of you to work.

✦ He doesn't moan, beg and lower his head while gritting his teeth and begging you to never stop, to give him more because he'll always want more, to break his soul if you have to "Do it, please tear me apart, but don't leave me without this." He also has a kink with watching your baby grow inside you, not as a simple wish, but as an obsession that grows as they spend time together. Especially when he has you under him moaning and opens your legs wider while he says in your ear: "Let me put it so deep that you can't get it out... Please baby, just today."

✦ The worst happens when you go on a business trip for a few weeks to arrange a quote with another company in Belgium and the worst comes when you are clearly not going to be there for each other in that time. Jimmy teased him for being depressed for the first three days until reason got to him. He could perfectly fly away, but he was also busy with a series of reports and he didn't want to leave the city alone, so in those moments when he doesn't have you, he just takes your panties and holds it against his nose, masturbating thinking about you is not enough and the only thing that manages to calm him down and not fly you like a whole is to taste the fabric, your smell, your wetness, and your presence in absence; falling asleep shortly after finishing, dreaming of you.

✦ And then the calls come in, at first they start talking about the other person's day, but then there’s that explosion, the one you both feel because you're so needy and crave to be inside each other more than the act of breathing itself; so neither of you needs to see the other to know you're touching, on his part he hears you wherever you are, he listens to the change in your breathing, the rustle of your sheets when you take off your silk pajamas, the moan you hold back just because he tells you that you can't come yet.

✦ Then follow the video calls where he makes you look at him while he cums in front of his screen with his dress pants half-down and his tie between his shoulders hanging in the comfort of his chest. You watch him and you know he's an idiot for leaving you with more desire than you left, muscles tense, his hand hugging his cock tightly as he hopes he doesn't cum and his eyes in yours as if they're face to face "Don't look away, just look at what you do to me doll, please see who needs you more than the sun." So that when you get there all you do is jump into his arms like a cicada and not let him make fun of you until he says, "Did you miss me my love?"

✦ He is not saved either, he fucks you all night long when he hears you call him 'my love', it is so simple, such a common nickname that you would tell anyone if you are kind; but for him it was something so intimate that it breaks him because at that moment he is not Superman or Clark Kent, he is yours and that makes him an animal.

✦ Sometimes at night when he goes out to fly for a bit, he arrives at your home and slips in through the window you left open without saying a word. He lifts you in his arms and takes you to his place because he's in the world of his life and can't sleep without you, and you hardly get scared anymore because you love when he does that, you just hear him mumble while he lays you on his bed before sleeping, "I just need this, just a little bit of you to breathe, baby."

✦ He loves it when you cry after you come, not out of simple sadness, but mostly because of the intensity, because of how strong it feels being inside you, and how much he loves you. He's always there, with his heart beating like a drum, kissing your tears as if they were blessed. 'Cry as much as you need, my love, I've got you forever.'

[iammclovinn]

number neighbors!

summary: you decided to try out the number neighbor trend going around. (fluff & crack-ish) (proofread and lowercase intended) (little bit of an smau)

pairing: alex albon (23) x fem!reader

content warning: reader is american but her race isn’t defined, cursing

parts: part 1 part 2

note: probably needed a hug, goes to the other side of the coin and writes fanfics on tumblr. this one is a little long so enjoy 😊

note 2: wrote the the intro while watching silverstone at 4am and i’m posting this on the 14th… let that sink in

you and your friend find yourselves on your couch once again, talking about the same topic… once again.

“sooo…” your friend pauses the show, turning to you. “his name is alex.” you say, picking up the remote to unpause the tv. your friend is quick to snatch the remote from your hands. “nuh huh. we are talking about alex right now.” she says, emphasizing his name.

you groan, “i mean, what’s there to say? we talked, exchanged insta’s-“ your friend cuts you off, “you have his account?!?! show me him!!” you roll your eyes “he hasn’t accepted my request yet..” your friend ou’s, “so he’s a private man? did you find out if he lives here?” you shrug slightly, “i dunno, i forgot to ask.” your friend groans dramatically, “let me see your guys text?” she says, extending her arm and holding her palm out, waiting for you to place your phone in her hand.

“you’re so annoying,” you say as you reach for your phone on the coffee table, unlocking it and going to imessages before giving her the phone. she says a small sarcastic ‘thank you’ as she begins scrolling up to the beginning of the texts. “imagine he’s like this rich cool guy” your friend says, emerged in your phone.

“err wrong.” you say, snatching your phone back from her hands. your friend huffs, “you suck at flirting by the way, and he left you on read??” you hit your friend in her arm. “literally shut up and unpause the show” your friend kissed her teeth, mumbling an ‘mkay’ as she reachers for the remote, unpausing the tv.

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your phone buzzes on your desk, taking your attention away from whatever you were doing.

@/alex23_a accepted your follow request.

@/alex23_a started following you.

@/alex23_a sent you a message.

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instagram

5:24 pm - july 2nd

alex : hey

alex : sorry for late reply’s i’ve been busy with work and what not

you : that’s okay! i was just worried you ghosted me lol

alex : who hurt you?

you : shhh 😭😭

alex : sorry if this is weird but i just went through your highlight and you’re beautiful

seen

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your friend picks up the phone on 4th ring, “hello? i saw you texted me SOS. is everything okay?”

you take a deep breath before responding, “okaysohefollowedmebackoninstagramandadmittedtogoingthroughmyhighlightsandthenproceededtocallmebeautiful.”

silence

“yeah i’m gonna need you to repeat that but a bit slower, mkay babes?”

you sigh, sitting down as your legs are now tired from pacing around. “he followed me back… admitted to going through my highlight… and then called me beautiful”

“what’d you say back?!”

silence

“no..” you friend says slowly, realizing that you didn’t say anything back… cause you left him on seen

“oh my god- it’s over, i fumbled.” you say, sinking into the pillows on your bed

“go respond! now!!!” your friend says before hanging up on you, not waiting for a response.

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5:30 pm

you : hi sorry for leaving u on seen i was freaking out

you : but thx sm

alex : 😂😂

alex : are you always easily flustered?

you : only when they’re good looking

alex : me?

you : maybe

alex : 👀

alex : so how was your day?

you : pretty boring tbh

you : i’m assuming yours was busy?

alex : yep, was traveling for work

you : ohh what do u do?

alex : woah take me out to dinner first…

you : it’s only funny when i do it 😒

you : will u at least tell me where you traveled to

alex : i’m actaully back in the uk

you : omg we should meet up

alex is typing…

you : if that’s okay with u ofc

seen

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“mate, are you okay?” carlos asks an alex that’s pacing back and forth. alex sighs loudly, taking a seat next to the concerned spaniard.

“there’s this girl…”

carlos laughs

“oh cmon, it’s not funny” alex protests

“whats her name?” carlos asks, putting all his attention alex

“um…” alex starts, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact

“bro…”

alex winces, “i know, okay? just- let me show you our texts.” alex says, grabbing his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to carlos.

“you flirt like shit.” carlos states, handing alex his phone back.

“no here- look at our chats on ig.” alex says, handing the phone back into carlos’ hand.

“wh- you left her on seen?!”

alex rubs his hands over his face, “i know!! i’m not sure what to say. i mean- what if she doesn’t like me when she sees who i am?”

“she just liked one of your post.”

“huh?!” alex says, quickly snatching his phone back from carlos.

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“oh my god, i’m cooked.” alex says, tossing his phone into carlos’ lap and shoving his face into his hands again.

carlos puts the phone into alexs’ lap saying a quick, “you’re welcome” while getting up, patting his shoulder whilst doing so.

alex eyebrows furrow in confusion, not knowing what carlos did.

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5:42 pm

alex : yeah i’d love to

alex : sorry for leaving u on seen, i was freaking out

you are typing…

you : so who’s the flustered one now?

alex : 😒😒

you : where do you want to meet up? and when

alex : silverstone gp? maybe this new cat cafe? it’s called cats and dreams.

you : yeah that sounds nice

alex : and maybe tmrw?

alex : sorry if it’s too soon but i’ll be busy after that

alex : does that work for u?

you : yes! that actually works perfect

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“it does NOT work perfect” you tell you friend on the phone, pacing back and forth once again. “well then why’d you agree?” you groan at your friends response.

“oh my goddd, im so cooked.” your friend sighs heavily, “you’ll be fine, okay? you can improve over night if you need to, which you don’t… and plus you guys haven’t even established a time!”

you breath in and out, “okay, you’re right…”

silence

your friend sighs, “do you want me to come over to help pick an outfit?”

you let out a breath of relief

“oh my god, yes please, i thought you’d never ask”

“okay i have to go now, i’m actually employed” you roll your eyes, “i-“

“getting paid to review songs on spotify is not a job, do not start. i’ll call u later?”

“i’ll pick up” you say as you remove the phone from your ear, hanging up the call.

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“carlos!” alex shouts as carlos finally pick up the phone

“aye cabron, don’t yell at me”

“this is your fault! she said she wants to meet, TOMORROW.”

“how is this my fault again?” carlos asks, rubbing his temple with his free hand

“you texted her, as me! i- i don’t even talk like that!” alex says, pacing back and forth

“she wants to meet? tomorrow?”

“at- wait hold on.. hold on i’ll call you back in like 5 minutes!” alex says, hanging up the phone to going to your chats.

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5:53 pm

you : so what time works best for u?

alex : i was gonna ask the same thing 😭

you hearted a message!

alex : umm maybe 7:30pm?

you : that’s perfect!

you : are you sure you’re okay with this? you can say no if you want cuz ik it might be early

alex : yes

you : ??

alex : yes, i want to meet you

alex : sorry that sounds weird

you : LMFAOO

alex : don’t laugh 😭

you : bless ur heart

alex hearted your message!

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“call me one more time and i’ll block you”

“what? i- anyways, she said 7:30.. no i said 7:30 and she agreed” alex says, completely ignoring what carlos said

“congrats hermano, do you want a tie? maybe some dress pants?” carlos teases through the phone

“okay so one, you’re suppose to support me, and two, we’re going to this small cafe so i wouldn’t even need a tie… or dress pants.” alex states matter of factly.

silence

“god i’m so nervous, i- what if she sees me, and just.. i dunno, not like me? i know it’s stu-”

carlos cuts alex off, “it’s not stupid— and she’d be a fool not to like you”

alex sighs, raking his fingers through his hair, “do you really think that?”

“mate, you’re like the hot girl of f1”

alex laughs softly at carlos horrible attempt to reassure his nerves, “thanks, carlos. i’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“anytime my friend.” carlos says, hanging up the call

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“7:30” is all you say once your friend picks up the phone.

“pm i suppose?”

you hum a yes in response

silence

“how are you feeling?” your friend asks, breaking the short silence

“i have no idea what to wear.. i mean, god, what if he sees me and just… doesn’t like me?” you say softly, afraid that if you say it too loud it’ll be true.

“quit that, he’d be a dumbass not to like you— and if he is a dumbass, i have a back up man.”

you laugh, “shut the fuck up, no you don’t”

silence

you laugh louder, “holy shit you do!”

“listen, i’ll come over to your place around 3:30, okay?” your friend suggests

you hum a yes. “thanks for.. everything, really.”

“please, this is the bare minimum-“

you cut your friend off, “maybe, but it means a lot…seriously, thank you.”

your friend sighs, “you’re welcome. remember, 3:30.”

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you say, hanging up the call

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part 3 coming soon 🤫

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sukuna x reader ~ chapter 12 : bitter ˎˊ˗

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࿔ pairing - tattooartist!sukuna x tattooartist!fem!reader

| preview - You blinked, still holding onto your anger like a shield. “Well, congratulations on the power trip.” The words came out sharper than you meant, but you didn’t care. His smirk only deepened. “You’ve got an attitude today. What’s going on?”

࿔ fic tags - they're both idiots so 0 communication, DEFO gets frustrating at times / shameless smut, mostly vanilla though for the chapters ive already written / megumi is ur apprentice which is cute / sukuna + yujir BROTHERS / mahito is an asshole, mentions of attempted sexual assault. / enemies (ish?) to lovers / trying 2 go 4 a slow burn but i fear it's not as slow as i wanted it to be. will add more as we progress probably be i suck at describing my work / hate sex - hate kissing…? / sukuna begging (very ooc) / soo fluffy yum yum / he’s also a bit of a dick sometimes / TOXIC relationship

࿔ a/n - GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO GRADIENT TEXT 😈 also guys ik this chapter is super short i was thinking of posting another one later tonight... is that something that i can do or is that seeming too eager IDK TELL ME ALSO thank u for all the love on this silly fic omg !! THANK U FOR 80 FOLLOWERS YAYAYAY

࿔ wc -2.7k (shorter one !!)

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring obnoxiously in your ear. You reached over, slamming the button to turn it off with more force than necessary, your mind already sluggish from the night before. The images of Sukuna and that girl… his hands on her, her laughter in his mouth… they replayed like a film stuck on loop, the scene stuck in your head like something you couldn’t erase. You hadn’t gotten much sleep, and the thought of having to face him — the source of all that frustration, confusion, and anger — was making your stomach churn.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, an incoming message from Sukuna.

 Sukuna [8:57]: Studio. Now. Don’t be late.

You glared at the screen, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in your chest. You didn’t even bother to reply. The way he demanded your time — your attention — like it meant nothing, like you were just another person to call on whenever he felt like it. It boiled your blood.

You dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed in something easy — not that you were dressing to impress. As if you could. The knot in your stomach refused to loosen, and the more you thought about the night before, the more you felt like you were lying to yourself.

But you didn’t care. You’d show him that. You’d show him exactly how little his presence affected you.

By the time you convinced yourself to actually go to his studio, it was just past noon. The building loomed in front of you, dark and industrial, its steel and glass exterior reflecting the gray clouds overhead. You took a deep breath, pushed your shoulders back, and walked in like you had nothing to lose.

Sukuna was already there, lounging in one of the chairs, looking far too comfortable. His eyes flicked up from his phone when you entered, and he leaned back casually, the same lazy grin playing on his lips. The usual sense of ease around him, the cool, detached confidence, irritated you.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice smooth, calm. “I thought you wouldn't show.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag as you walked further into the room. “Yeah, well. You gave me zero warning.”

He shrugged, as if it didn’t matter to him. “I don’t need to. I’m the one calling the shots here.”

You blinked, still holding onto your anger like a shield. “Well, congratulations on the power trip.” The words came out sharper than you meant, but you didn’t care.

His smirk only deepened. “You’ve got an attitude today. What’s going on?”

The nerve of him. Your body went stiff. You didn’t want to answer, but his question had already set the wheels in motion. Your mind spun back to last night, the image of him with her still fresh in your thoughts. The kiss. His hands on her, his lips moving against hers like they had all the time in the world.

Why the hell did that matter? You hated him. You were supposed to hate him.

But here you were, standing in front of him with that sick feeling in your stomach and a sharp, defensive edge to your voice. “Nothing’s going on.” You tried to sound uninterested, but even you could hear the way your tone betrayed you. “It's just hard work resisting the urge to bleach my eyes while looking at you.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking like he found your reaction almost amusing. “You sure? Because you’re acting like a little bitch.”

You clenched your jaw. “And you’re acting like a smug, self-satisfied bastard, as usual.” The words spilled out before you could stop them. You didn’t know why you were being so rude, but every time you thought about him, about last night, it only made it worse. You just wanted him to go away.

His gaze softened ever so slightly, but the smirk never left his face. “I’m still waiting to hear what’s got you all riled up.”

You could feel the pressure building behind your eyes, the weight of it all threatening to crack the fragile mask you’d put on. He was right. He was always right. And it made you hate him even more. Because you knew, deep down, that this wasn’t just about the stupid collab or his cocky attitude. It was about him. About the way he made you feel so damn confused.

But you weren’t going to tell him that. No way in hell.

“I said it's nothing, Sukuna,” you said, your voice as steady as you could make it. "I’m not going to sit here and talk about it with you.”

A flicker of something darker passed over his face before it settled back into his usual indifferent expression. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play it.” He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving you. “We’ve got work to do.”

You nodded curtly, forcing yourself to ignore the tightness in your chest. He was right, after all. There was work to do. You didn’t want to waste any more time on things you couldn’t change.

The silence that stretched between you both as you set up for the collab felt heavier than usual. You could feel the tension in your shoulders, in your muscles, in every little movement you made. And yet, Sukuna acted as though everything was normal — his movements smooth, his posture relaxed as if he hadn’t just gotten under your skin.

It made you even more irritated.

After what felt like an eternity, you both finished setting up the necessary equipment for the shoot. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, but you refused to let it show.

“So,” Sukuna said, his voice breaking the silence as he began adjusting the lighting. “I have a question.”

You kept your back to him, fiddling with the controls on the camera. “What?”

His chuckle was low, almost mocking. “About last night. Did you TP my house?”

You froze for a split second, before continuing to work like you hadn’t been caught off guard. “No,” you said, trying to sound as dismissive as possible. “Why would I do something so childish?”

He paused for a moment, then spoke again, quieter this time, like the words were carefully chosen. “Well, you're acting like you're hiding something.” he paused again before continuing, "And you're bad at lying."

You felt your breath catch, the statement hitting too close to home. Why was it that every time he spoke to you, he seemed to peel back layers you didn’t want to acknowledge?

“I’m not acting like anything,” you snapped, forcing your voice to sound as sharp as possible. “I just don’t want to waste any more time with you.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. It wasn’t what you really meant, but at the moment, it felt like the only thing that would keep you from cracking.

He was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his eyes on your back, that unsettling presence you couldn’t shake. “You sure about that?”

You whirled around, your fists clenched at your sides. “What's with the tone?”

Sukuna smiled, a little too smug for your liking. “I just feel like you’re running away from something. And I don’t think you even know what it is.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, every ounce of defiance rising in you like an angry wave. “You don’t know anything about me.”

He stepped closer, just enough to make you feel the heat of his presence. “I know enough,” he said softly, the words like a challenge.

A beat passed.

“Did you see?” Sukuna’s voice was low, pressing at you like a challenge rather than a question. He leaned forward, elbows on the table where your sketches lay, eyes pinned to yours.

“See what?” you snapped, irritation and something sharper flickering beneath the surface.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he said, voice rough, curling into that familiar edge of mockery.

Your chest tightened. You forced your jaw to unclench and spat out the first thing that came to mind. “If you’re talking about your girlfriend, yeah, I saw. And I don’t care.”

He blinked, caught off‑guard. For a second his expression went softer, confused—toys of frustration and something else flitting in his gaze. “What? She’s not my—”

But you cut him off before he could finish, slapping your pen down on the table. “I don’t care what she is. I want to work.”

You threw your hands up and grabbed the folder you’d hidden earlier, flipping it open with a flourish that scattered papers onto the floor. Ink‑splattered mockups, line drawings, color palettes all fanned out around you. “Let’s do this. We have an entire album to finish shooting, remember?”

Sukuna’s nostrils flared, his jaw tightening. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other—anger, bewilderment, something raw and unspoken crackling in the air. Then, with a sigh that sounded more like a growl, he reached out and helped gather the scattered sheets.

“Fine,” he said at last, voice low. “Let’s work.”

He motioned to the lamps overhead, bright white bulbs that made the studio stark and clinical. “Set up the camera there,” he instructed, nodding toward a tripod in the corner. “I’ll arrange the lighting, and we’ll start with the second piece on the schedule.”

You hesitated—your fingers brushing a sheet that bore your delicate, minimalist flower design intertwined with his bold, street‑style serpent. It was beautiful and infuriating all at once. Taking a deep breath, you placed it on the easel and stepped back, crossing your arms. “Go ahead,” you said. “Do your thing.”

Sukuna’s gaze flicked to you, sharp. “You know how you want it shot?”

You swallowed away the lump in your throat. “High contrast. Shadows on the left, highlights glinting over the edges of your strokes. Get that shading to really stand out against the darker base.”

He nodded once and got to work—moving lights, adjusting stands, testing angles. You watched in silence, adrenaline still pounding from the earlier confrontation. With every click of a stand and hiss of a light, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease just a fraction.

Once the lights were in place, he stepped back and studied the scene as if he were memorizing it. Then he picked up the camera, slipped it into your hands, and pointed. “You frame it,” he said. “I’ll stand here.”

You took a steadying breath and raised the camera, peering through the viewfinder. The design was alive in the beam of light—your fine lines dancing along his bold contours. You clicked the shutter once, twice, adjusting your angle. Each time the camera flashed, it felt like you and Sukuna were breathing together, a rhythm you both controlled without words.

After a handful of shots, he tapped your shoulder. “Alright, let me try,” he said, taking the camera from your hands. You watched as he held it with surprising gentleness, lifting it to his eye and capturing a shot from a low angle that made the piece look powerful and aggressive—his style at its peak.

When he lowered the camera, he offered you a sidelong glance. It wasn’t mocking this time, but thoughtful. “Your design works,” he said, voice soft. “It helps mine look… better.”

Your stomach fluttered with something you didn’t want to name. You nodded, keeping your reply simple. “Your piece brings it to life.”

The rest of the session passed in a blur. The work was easier now, like something had shifted between you both — like the worst of the tension had been drained out. Sukuna was focused, sharp, but not harsh. Every once in a while, your shoulders would brush when you adjusted the lighting or moved around the frame, and neither of you bothered to apologize.

By the time you clicked the final shot and reviewed it on the small screen, the sky outside was shifting to a dusky orange, staining the studio windows. You lowered the camera and glanced over at Sukuna, who was stretching his arms over his head, the hem of his shirt lifting just enough to flash a strip of inked skin.

“We’re done,” you said, more relieved than you thought you would be.

He dropped his arms and smirked. “Told you we could work together without killing each other.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips anyway. “Barely.”

He grinned, unbothered, and slumped into the worn leather chair pushed against the wall. “C’mere. Let’s upload these.”

You joined him at the desk, slotting the memory card into the laptop. As the images loaded one by one, a strange warmth unfurled in your chest. The photos were good — better than good. Your designs, his, the way they bled into each other under the lights… it looked professional, cohesive. It looked like something people would feel when they saw it.

Sukuna whistled low under his breath. “Damn.”

You glanced at him sideways. “You surprised?”

He shrugged, a little smug. “Not surprised. Impressed.”

You laughed under your breath and started selecting the best shots. Together, you picked the strongest ones for the launch — a mix of closeups, full shots, detailed angles. He let you lead, only giving input when you asked for it, and it struck you how easy it felt now compared to the early days.

Once everything was sorted and lightly edited, Sukuna pulled up the shop’s account and queued the posts. You watched as he scheduled the first one to go live immediately — the central piece, your intertwined designs, set against the stark, perfect lighting you’d captured.

“You ready?” he asked, finger hovering over the mouse.

You swallowed. Somehow, it felt bigger than it should have. Like it wasn’t just a post. Like it was the start of something you hadn’t expected.

“Yeah,” you said. “Let’s do it.”

With a click, the album was published.

There was a beat of silence as you both stared at the screen, watching the first likes and comments roll in almost immediately. Then Sukuna leaned back, stretching again, the chair creaking under him.

“People are gonna lose their shit,” he said, grinning. “This is some of our best work.”

You hugged your knees to your chest on the chair, letting out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “It is.”

For a while, you just sat there together, the glow of the laptop screen painting your faces, the soft clicks of new notifications filling the air. There was no awkwardness, no lingering bitterness — just the satisfying weight of accomplishment settling between you.

Eventually, Sukuna shoved his hands through his messy hair and stood up, cracking his back with a groan. “Alright, boss,” he said, smirking down at you. “You hungry? I’m starving.”

You blinked up at him, a little dazed. “I thought you hated eating with people.”

He snorted. “Yeah, well. You’re not a person. You’re a pain in my ass.”

You laughed, standing too and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Charming as ever.”

He grinned, wide and wicked, and bumped your shoulder with his on the way to the door. “C’mon. My treat. And no arguing this time.”

“No,” you said, sharper than you meant to.

Sukuna turned, blinking down at you like he hadn’t heard you right. “No?”

You shifted awkwardly under his stare, feeling defensive and stupid and — god — conflicted. “I don’t want to go,” you muttered, avoiding his eyes. “I’m tired. I just wanna go home.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Just stood there, hand on the door, the city noise filtering in from outside. The grin he usually wore slipped a little, not quite gone, but edged with something less certain.

“Right,” he said finally, voice low. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

You hated the way your stomach twisted. Hated the way the look on his face made something in your chest ache. But you just pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and stepped past him, out into the cooling night air.

He didn’t stop you this time.

Didn’t tease you or follow or call your name.

He just stood there in the doorway, watching you go.

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[gguk-mp4]

hiii queen love ur content 💛 can you pls do when prison jk finally gets out of prison

prison boyfriend!jk returning home cw, car sex, immense yearning, oral (f.rec), unprotected sex, slight edging, kisses, jungkook is kinda rough but also not, breast play & nipple play. // wc 1.1k

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You barely make it home — well, you technically don’t. The squeaking noise of tires as they come to an abrupt halt on your driveway echo through the quiet neighbourhood. Inside you had prepared a hot meal for him, left to simmer on the stove as you went to pick him up, new and fresh clothes folded for him on the bed and flowers set out on the dinner table. 

Jungkook hardly seems interested in anything else but you. His hands have been wandering along your thigh the whole ride home, his breath hot against your neck as he’d leaned over from the passenger seat to press messy kisses to your shoulder. “J-Jungkook, seriously, I have to focus!” You had squealed as you tried to swat him away. 

Now that the vehicle had come to a stop, he was all over you. His large body is on top of yours within seconds, one hand fumbling to shift the car into park as his lips find yours. You yelp when your seat suddenly folds back, leaving you to gaze up at the sunroof. Jungkook wastes no time in crawling on top of you, his chest pressed firmly against yours. 

“God I… I missed you so much”, he moans into your mouth, tongue sliding against your own with urgency. His hands tug on the loose shirt you wear, eagerly slipping it off of you before his head dips down to your chest. “Tell me you missed me too”, he murmurs against your soft skin, licking and biting his way from one breast to the other, “Need to hear you say it.” 

Your fingers twist and tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. “I missed you, Koo. So much. Thought about you everyday.” Your words have him groaning against your chest, his hand snaking behind your back to unclasp your bra and rip it from your body. “Yeah?” He exhales as he leans down to lick one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it before taking it in his mouth, teeth scraping against it as your back arches off the leather seat. 

“What were you thinking of?” He wonders as he moves even lower, his breath fanning across your stomach, gently nipping at the skin there before he dips two fingers inside the waistband of your elastic pants. 

You huff out a short breath, “You know what I was thinking of.” 

Jungkook hums, pulling both your pants and panties down your thighs in one swift motion. “Still wanna hear you say it”, he groans as he comes face to face with your bare cunt. You swallow, fighting the urge to grab ahold of him and shove his face between your legs. The air is knocked from your lungs when he presses a kiss to your core. 

“I…” Your words trail off into a sharp intake of breath when his tongue swirls around your throbbing clit. “I was thinking about you… and me.” Jungkook grunts, two of his fingers joining his mouth as they prod at your fluttering hole. “You and me”, he repeats in a raspy sigh against your cunt, “I like that.” 

With every lingering touch against you, every kiss and every sigh, you feel yourself inching closer to the orgasm you had anticipated for so long. Months without the man you loved had been complete torture — and now he was finally here, safe and unharmed. But just as your fingers curl around his dark hair, when your thighs clench around his head and your eyes roll back — he pulls away. 

Your whine fills the hot air of the car and your gazes meet as he lifts his face from your cunt. His chin and lips are glistening with arousal, your arousal. He licks them slowly, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed beneath him. “Not yet”, he says as he sits back up, muscular thighs caging you in. His head is tilted forward, the low roof of the car reducing the space you had. 

“Need to have you cum on my cock”, he groans as his tattooed hand moves to the front of his jeans, the ones provided when he’d been released. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watch with hungry eyes as he gropes himself through the rough fabric. “Please”, you nearly gasp the word when he yanks the zipper down, pulling his cock free as he gives it a few strokes. 

He pauses only when your hand pushes him away, eager to touch him yourself. “Were they nice to you?” You ask, referring to the inmates he’d been forced to live wall to wall with for the past months. Jungkook grunts as he feels your delicate fingers wrap around his aching cock, stoking the already blazing fire within him. He chuckles, the sound rolling off his tongue as he leans forward, allowing you to rub his tip against your neglected clit. 

“Of course not”, he rasps as you guide him inside of you. You both moan in unison, the sound both sinful and erotic. “I’ve been to prison sweetheart, not the playground.” He scoffs as he bottoms out in your cunt, feeling the way you pulsate around him so deliciously. 

With your hands in his hair you tug him back down onto your lips, kissing him with newfound passion. “I’m always worried about you..” You murmur against him, feeling the smirk that spreads across his face as he says: 

“You’re sweet.”

His pace is rough, filled with underlying desire and longing — a silent vow to never leave you like he had. Your bed had been cold and empty for months, the house a bleak shell of what it had once been. Every part of your soul yearned for him, as did his. And after a few moments the kiss you shared grew from intense to soft. Your bodies melting together to create one. 

Jungkook’s hand slides down your side, giving the curve of your ass a firm squeeze before settling back between your legs. Your moan becomes lost somewhere in the kiss when his thumb presses against your clit, making your legs shake as you wrap them around his waist — pulling him deeper than you thought possible. 

“I love you”, the phrase comes to easy — it was perhaps the only thing about Jungkook that was easy. You feel him twitch inside of you, a smile blooming on both of your faces as he brings you to an orgasm. You cling to him, arms wrapping around his neck as you allow yourself to submit completely to everything that was him. 

You were in his arms at last, and now you were never losing him ever again. Jungkook, seemingly sharing your thoughts, pulls away from the kiss for a brief moment. His eyes are dark and filled to the brim with desire. “I love you”, he echoes as his free hand cups your face, the pad of his thumb stroking your cheek. 

“And I won’t let you out of my sight this time.”

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۶ৎ | PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

۶ৎ Summary: you asking Shauna if she wants to make out

۶ৎ warnings: kissing

۶ৎ Author's note: i'm working on a smut rn.. i'm just scared to post it

you’re lying on your bed, hair fanned out on your pillow, staring at the cracks in your ceiling like they’re constellations you can map your life onto. outside your window the world’s pretending it didn’t chew you up and spit you out in the woods, like the plane never went down, like you never came back changed.

shauna’s at the foot of your bed, back against the wall, knees pulled up, book cracked open but not really read. she’s wearing one of your old t-shirts. she says it’s because she didn’t feel like going home to get her own clothes but you know it’s because she likes the way you smell. she’d never admit that, though.

you shift, legs brushing her thigh. she doesn’t flinch, not exactly but she looks up, her eyes flicking to your face like she’s waiting for a command. it’s always like that lately. like she’s trying to memorize you before you disappear again.

you sigh, press your palms to your stomach, feel your ribs under your skin. “what are you reading?”

she clears her throat. you watch her thumb rub at the corner of the page, back and forth, back and forth. “just some dumb novel i found on your shelf.”

“is it good?”

“it’s fine.”

you hum. silence stretches between you, soft, almost too big for the tiny room. the heater kicks on. you can hear your mom moving around downstairs, the TV murmuring nonsense you don’t care to understand.

you tilt your head, look at her. she pretends she doesn’t feel it, the weight of you looking at her like that. like you’re curious. like you’re dangerous. maybe you are. maybe you like being dangerous around her.

“hey, shauna?”

her eyes flick up again, wide and nervous, like she’s bracing herself for whatever version of you she’s gonna get. “yeah?”

“wanna make out?” you ask it like you’re asking about the weather. your tone so light it makes her blink, the book slipping off her knee and landing on the carpet with a dull thud.

“what?” she says, voice pitching up, cheeks already going pink. god, you love that. how easy it is to pull the heat up under her skin, to watch her unravel.

“i dunno,” you say, shrugging like it’s nothing. “just… practice. for later, you know? in case we ever need to. i mean, you’ve kissed people, right?”

she looks down at her hands. picks at the skin around her nail. “not really,” she mumbles. “not like… not like you have.”

you smile, slow, mean, affectionate all at once. you shift, pushing yourself up on your elbows so you’re looking down at her where she’s slouched against your bedframe.

“c’mere, then.” you pat the spot beside you. “it’s just practice. you trust me, right?”

she hesitates, worry flickering across her face like a ghost she doesn’t know how to exorcise. “yeah,” she says, too soft. “of course.”

you wait. you don’t have to say it again, she always comes when you call. she crawls up beside you, legs awkward, body tense like she’s trying to remember how to be a person and not a thing that wants you too much.

you sit up, knees knocking together, your bare leg pressed against her jean-clad thigh. you’re so close you can smell her, your shampoo in her hair, the lotion you lent her because her hands are always dry now.

you reach up, brush her hair back behind her ear. her breath catches. it makes your chest ache in a way you’ll pretend is annoyance later.

“you’re really nervous,” you tease, voice light but not unkind. “it’s just a kiss, shauna.”

“i know,” she says, but it comes out like a prayer, like she’s trying to convince herself. “i know.”

you lean in first. you always do. you press your mouth to hers gentle at first, testing, soft. her lips are cold but they part for you right away, like they were always waiting.

she makes a tiny noise in the back of her throat when you lick into her mouth. you smile against her lips, one hand coming up to cup her jaw, thumb stroking her cheekbone. she’s trembling just a little. just enough that you know you’ve got her.

when you pull back, her eyes are still closed. her breath ghosts your lips.

“see?” you whisper. “not so scary.”

her lashes flutter, and when she opens her eyes, you see it that helpless, hungry thing buried under all her sharp edges. the part of her that hates how bad she wants this. how bad she wants you.

“can we—” she stops herself, bites her lip, tries again. “can we do it again?”

your grin is wicked. your pulse hammers in your throat because you’re not sure who’s more dangerous here, you for asking or her for letting you.

“yeah,” you say, leaning in, brushing your nose against hers. “we can do it again.”

you kiss her harder this time. you tilt your head, slot your mouth over hers until she gasps. your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper. she’s pliant under you, like she’d let you do anything if you asked nice enough.

her hands hover at your waist, not brave enough to touch you properly yet. you grab one, guide it under the hem of your shirt, press her palm flat to your warm skin. she shivers; you feel it all the way down to your bones.

when you break the kiss, you’re both breathing hard. her lips are pink, a little swollen. you grin, thumb brushing over her bottom lip, smearing the spit you left behind.

“good practice,” you murmur. your voice is soft but there’s an edge underneath it; a promise, a dare.

“yeah,” shauna breathes, voice wrecked, eyes so wide and glassy they make your chest hurt. “good practice.”

you flop back onto your pillow like nothing happened, staring up at the ceiling cracks that haven’t moved an inch. shauna sits frozen beside you, hands clenched in her lap like she’s afraid if she moves, she’ll wake up.

outside, the world pretends it’s normal. inside, shauna watches you like she’s starving and you’re the last thing worth eating.

you don’t say it you never do; but you know she’s yours now. she knows it too.

[deffonotlily]

Lucky Stars (george clarke x reader)

authors note: hey hey! thanks so so so much for all the love on my blog the last few days. every follow, reblog and like got me feeling like 🥹 fr. here's something short and sweet. love you guys <3

pairing: george clarke x reader (established relationship)

words: 1.2k

description: post night out w/ george

warnings: 1am writing, tooth-rotting fluff, i do not undertsand one thing about uk public transport

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There's a chicken nugget between your fingers and a small pot of sweet and sour sauce in the other. It's the best dipping sauce, you'd argue. George disagrees. You can't believe he's even agreed to this.

It's 2:30am in a random McDonald's in the middle of London. He sits across from you, half drunk and bleary-eyed, eying up his fries like they're about to tell him the most interesting fact in the world. You've just come from a night out with the boys, Liv and Becky. It was messy, to say the least. You've been drinking since about 4pm, a few pre drinks in casa Clarke/Hill/Dixon led to whole load more drinks during which could only be described as YouTube's stupidest pub crawl. You're absolutely sure there's a video on Arthur Hill's story of you and George singing an Abba song. You sigh.

His head shoots up, and he lightly kicks your bare leg under the table. "You alright, love?", he asks, popping a fry into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah - I'm good. Thinking about the state of my digital footprint after tonight"

"I don't think you realise how bad a state it was in before tonight. May I remind you of that time you farted live on stre-

You gasp, and your chicken nugget is long forgotten as you lean over the table and hit him on the shoulder. He leans his head back, laughing at the memory and your reaction. He's laughing at the fact you've thrown your nugget half way across the table, while you're at it. You haven't noticed that yet. Too many spicy margaritas with Liv and Becky, probably.

But it's difficult to stay mad at one George Clarke in front of you. His laugh is infectious - god - he's gorgeous like this. Guard down, shoulders relaxed, not a care in the world. You start giggling, then, hand on your mouth, hair falling in your face. You thank your Dyson at home for keeping your curly blowdry intact all night. You also thank whatever lucky stars are up there, rooting for you, as the man you've shared a bed with for the last year reaches over and tucks your stray hair behind your ear.

"Seriously, though, how are you, really? I think we all went a bit too far tonight", George says, concerned, but smiling all the same.

"No, really, George - I'm good. A little tired, but I definitely feel more sober than I did earlier. How are you?"

"M'fine. Nothing a good sleep won't fix. Ready to go?"

You nod, and George stands up, taking both of your trays to the bin. A grumpy teenager, obviously sickened to be working on a Saturday night, grunts at him in thanks. George looks back at you with a wink, and you try to hide a laugh behind your hand.

London is uncharacteristically quiet tonight. All you can hear is the low hum of street bulbs and yours and George's feet hitting the pavement as you head towards the nearest tube station. A weekend night like this grants you the luxury of a 24 hour tube service - one your bank account will surely thank you for later.

You fall in step together, your arm wrapping around his - as if you're about to skip and sing a song. There's something about this that feels more protective than just hand-holding. The quiet intimacy of how close this position grants you to be - but to be honest, it's a great excuse to hold onto his bicep in the soft blue scuffers t-shirt he wears.

You reach the station and wait for the tube. It's quiet, but comfortable. George isn't a quiet guy - you wouldn't consider yourself a quiet girl. However, there are often times in your relationship when things don't need to be said. It's just you and him, silent in an empty tube station, and that's comfort enough.

You're halfway through your journey home when he decides to say something.

"Tonight was really fun. Thanks for being there, y/n"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Clarke", you reply, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Y'know, I love spending time with the lads, making content like this where we're all half pissed and like, all the challenges and stuff. And Liv and Becky, of course. But just, I dunno-"

You hum, as you pull off to the next station.

"I just, I think I would trade all of it. Just to be here with you, doing exactly this. Like, the whole TikTok, YouTube, streaming thing. I couldn't imagine actually giving a shite about any of it if I wasn't sharing chips with my girl in a random McDonalds at 2am."

You shake your head and look up at him. "George, you can't say that-

"I mean it though, Y/N, seriously. All of it."

You don't know what to say. So you go back to where you were, leaning against his shoulder, but this time, teary-eyed. You grab his hand this time, though, and squeeze a little bit harder than you normally would.

You both make it back to the flat in one piece. You can already hear Chris snoring from one of the rooms down the hall, and Arthur's shoes are haphazardly thrown beside the kitchen island. You decide that your too-high shoes deserve to be taken off and left behind, too.

George catches your eye across the room, and you hold your hands out to him. It's late, and your tired, and the most comfortable person you know is standing only metres away from you.

Your hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck, as his strong arms wrap around your waist. Your foreheads touch lightly, and you adjust your head higher so that you can really look at him.

"Hiya, Georgie"

"Hi, poppet"

You don't know who moves first. It doesn't matter. Your lips meet, in a slow, tender way. It's the sort of kiss where you know you both have time to enjoy it. His breath tastes slightly of beer and whatever shot he last had, but none of it matters as one of his hands slides up your waist and holds your cheek, brushing his thumb against it. You hold him a little tighter now, as your lips move in tandem with each other, satiating the craving for intimacy that you can't exactly have when surrounded by your closest friends.

He breaks the kiss, only to separate so far as to move his lips to your forehead. You smile up at him, tired and love-sick and not at all caring that you probably should've gone to bed hours ago.

"Ready for bed?"

"Absolutely"

His white cotton sheets are soft. The kind of soft that can only be explained by you introducing him to fabric softener. It's the scent you like too - the Mrs Hinch one from B&M that you talked about last week for a stupid number of times. He's remembered. You want to cry.

You're lying on his chest now, his arm around your waist, and you're too in love, and too happy, and too goddamn lucky not to say anything.

"You know, earlier, when you said you'd give it all up, for me?"

"Yeah?", he looks down at you, half asleep, albeit curious.

"I'd give it all up for you too. Everything I've done, everything I'm doing. None of it matters without you, without us, here in this bed, in this moment. I mean it George. You're everything, you know"

He needs to hear it. He works too damn hard and cares too damn much not to.

And as he kisses you one more time, and tells you he loves you, you thank those lucky stars just once more.

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[purpleconch]

Stream n' Play

⋆˚࿔ word count: 986

⋆˚࿔ author's note: lowkey mid... but i needed it out of my system. also might change xavier's color bc I was between grey and a light brown.

⋆˚࿔ credit: @.cursed-carmine for the sparkle-line dividers

galaxies0448: game sukz ⟡xavifan0001: his eyes are so dreamyyyy ⟡savyhunter23: press c to open your inventory ⟡protowh0r369: press c stupid

“Ah, there we go!”

Xavier was sitting in his cave, playing the latest release, “Hunter Simulator,” for his fans on Xitch. He spent most of his days playing games and chatting with the thousands of people in his stream. Through his efforts, he gained thousands of fans on Xitch and over a million on TubeYou, where he posted long playthroughs, edited for the short attention span of the Xavlinks (an odd fandom name). Sometimes, you appeared on his stream, featured in the compilations on TubeYou, where he’d be caught blushing or fail miserably at trying to impress you with a cool trick. When he played any multiplayer game, his first invite would always go to you, hoping oh so secretly that you’d accompany him through a scary game so you would retreat into his shoulder with every jumpscare. He’d enjoy spending every waking moment with you and loved that it was captured on camera for him to watch when you went off on dangerous missions for days at a time.

However, today of all days, Xavier promised to come to bed early yet was still sitting in front of the monitor getting jumpscared by the various “wanderers’ in the other room. You could hear his screams of terror as monsters launched themselves at him, as the growls erupted in his ear.

Frustrated, you get up to peek your head through the door, softly calling to him. Your voice unable to penetrate the headphones, you creep on your knees over to his desk, making sure not to get yourself caught on camera. Reaching his legs, you tug on his sweatpants. He leaps in fear before muting the stream and putting an overlay indicating he’ll be back.

“Hi, my darling.” Flashing a small smile at you

“You said you’d come.” Pouting and tugging on his sweatpants tighter.

“I’m sorry, but I just started. How about I come in an hour?”

“But I miss you.” The guilt displayed over his face, his demeanor shifted like a bunny covering their eyes out of embarrassment.

“One hour and I promise I’ll be there.” He reaches down off the chair to kiss you before whispering, “My starlight.” He returned to his seat, offering you a chance to say hi to which you declined. Resuming his stream but keeping one ear open to hear you in case of anything.

⟡savyhunter23: finally back, start playing so we can see your scared ass fail

“Savyhunter, do you have no faith in me?”

zzzayne00: we all know you’re too scared to keep going ⟡xavifan0001: xavier will face this with a brave heart, i believe in him ⟡protowh0r369: he barely even knows the controls, he’s cooked ⟡rafayelslefteyebrow: jumpscare in like 10 secs bruh, watch out user38930020: click the link in my bio for a surprise

“Aah, what are you doing?”

⟡rafayelslefteyebrow: dude pay attention ⟡savyhunter23: who are you even talking to?

Your hand felt his length under the desk, pressing your finger to his lips. “Keep quiet,” you whispered with a wink before pulling his cock out of his pants. Your finger combed over his tip, his teeth grinding harder against one another.

“Ah, my friend’s uh uhm cat is staying with us for the week.” The last syllable dragging out as you began to move your hand up and down his length. Hips following the movement of your hand, pressing further as you reach the base’s bottom. A soft whine leaves his mouth as the pace of your hand increases.

It was hard to focus on surviving the indie horror game when his dick was begging for something more. The chat was continuously grilling him as he became more unfocused while being chased by the murderer in a deep alleyway.

⟡xavifan0001: can we see the cat? drgnsyllussz: i love cats omggg

“You want to see the cat?” His gaze focused on you underneath the desk, teasing him.

You shift onto your knees and slowly lick his tip, causing him to roll his eyes back in the chair.

“Answer them.” Sternly whispering to him, his cock jumping at your tone.

“I… um… yeah, the cat is really sick and old so I don’t want to sca- scare her aah fuck.”

You push your mouth further, slowly having his length consume your throat. He had been defeated, Xavier was ready to retreat, succumb to the pleasures of your mouth instead of playing on stream. He just wanted to at least get through the first part of the game before retreating, but you made that impossible. Freeing your opening, you begin to bob your head slowly, looking up to him as he unravels more and more.

galaxies0448: god this loser ⟡xavifan0001: are you sick? :/

“Am I sick? Heh… umm… maybe. I’m not feeling too well.” His mouth agape, ready to spill out pleasurable groans. He could feel the excitement begin its journey to an end, dropping his head to look at you as you took him in your mouth repeatedly.

“Actually, uhm guys… I don’t feel too good. I’ll see you all ngh tomorrow.” As soon as he hits, end the stream, his persona falters, the moans growing louder. His hand reached for your head to push you deeper, holding it there before letting you go to breathe.

“Trying to get me to cum in your pretty little mouth on stream hm?” Each word comes out with his various thrusts into your mouth, his sweet cock nearly at his end. He pulls your head off and lifts himself out of his chair. Stroking his cock at max speed, his head throwing itself back in pleasure with sweet whispers of how good your mouth feels and how much he loves you.

“Open up, come on darling.”

Finally, he releases into your mouth, small mutters of gratitude falling from his mouth.

[evilherehotel]

dude okay its 1 (Haha) am but i need to do one last rant before i go to bed

one erasing basketball. just like that. kinda pisses me off

not necessarily because Oh nooo that was so evil of her! i. REALLY like this idea in Concept. its just… it felt like such a cop out to me . like the writers went Ok whos the least important and meaningful contract pack member .. aha! Basketball . and made her ones victim. like

and it just sorta ?? happens ???? like basketball didnt even get a speaking role jn this episode shes onscreen for like 3 seconds and dies forever . Okay. i fucking guess ?????? what was the point of even hinting at parallels or a plotline between basketball and one if u were just gonna forget about it for 6 episodes and then go Fuck it we DONT ball

its fucked up and evil i DO like it but .. Also ….. i know its cuz im Reaching. basketball and one have interacted like a single real time many many months ago and since then ive just been making shit up … but like WHY GIVE ME SUBSTANCE AND THEN STARVE ME FOR MONTHS AND THEN WHEN THEY FINALLY “INTERACT” ITS LITERALLY JUST ONE KILLING HER THATS SO ANNOYING WHAT WAS ALL THAT WAITING FOR

Okay i need to calm down this. entire thing is just a stream of consciousness im so tired my point is It felt like sorta a good idea that was just . weird. in the way it was executed.send post i dont fuckign kneo

[starryjkoo]

thoughts on jkk's wv live?

did you happen to catch it or were you like the majority of jkkers (not me though 😌) who were seemingly cursed with sleeping or working at the time and missed the whole thing?

Somehow I got super lucky and caught their live literally right before I went to bed (sadly I did miss most of the lives after though 😭). It was such a fun live, so many wild moments and they just seemed so… happy.

I wish I had more organized comprehensive thoughts but damn, they really just adore each other you know? They’ve been stuck together for almost two years now — having to share a room, so many shared chaotic military experiences (even bickering because they insisted on washing up together lmao). I don’t think they’ve spent more than probably a day apart at most since they’ve gotten out of the military? All of that time together and there’s still zero indication that they’re even a little bit sick of each other. It actually seems like they came back closer and more obsessed with each other than ever?

I couldn’t imagine that personally. Even with the people I love most I’d still need a bit of a breather after spending that much time together. And yet, even after AYS2 and all the orbiting at Jin’s concert, now we have Jungkook crashing Jimin’s room just to take pics and videos of him sleeping lmao? Or was it that he went to find Jimin after waking up in the middle of the night and ended up filming him? Also setting up future drinking dates, proposing a YouTube channel together, JM sharing JKs doodles while pretending to be annoyed (he loves them), also apparently randomly going into JK’s room to strip his shirt off?

It was cute how even on their off day they ended up spending the evening together. All of the members were off doing their own things and yet somehow Jikook, the only duo who have already been glued for almost two years now, still ended up spending their one free evening together being silly and fun and so randomly touchy. It’s not like I think they’re going to be spending their every free moment together or anything, but it’s still kind of surprising to see them gravitating toward each other like that and still wanting to do more things together.

If the translation was right, JK said that doing the live just the two of them was more comfortable (?) and it’s just easy to see that. Compared to group lives, or lives with other members, they all have their charm and fun ofc, but the Jikook live just hits different. It was still chaotic and silly, but with Jikook it was also so relaxed and comfortable and you got to learn a lot about all the little things they were into and up to because they were both pretty chatty and engaged. They just really get each other and never have to worry about watching what they say or any sort of formalities or anything. They have zero filters, always following whatever weird impulse, and they have sosoosososo many inside jokes. They also clearly find each other hilarious 😭. You can see that they’re just relaxed, comfortable and themselves when they’re together, it’s nice. And you can tell how much they genuinely just enjoy spending time together too.

I noticed in AYS as well that it was the only time I’ve personally seen JK yap like that outside of his solo lives. With Jimin he usually talks a lot, and JM always listens and sincerely engages in the convos too. It’s a very cute part of their dynamic. I was thinking it’s sort of a similar situation with their lives.

Also JK lighting up as soon as he saw Jimin during that second live was really something else. I think his attention was on Jimin the whole time and never wavered. He even came back to peek at the screen when they were talking about JMs see through shirt lol. He’s seen Jimin SO MUCH already these past two years and yet he’s still so happy and focused on Jimin whenever he pops in the room or does something funny. Jimin too, posting JKs doodles, being all pouty about wanting to end the live together. They're nauseatingly adorable.

I’m waiting for the live to be translated to watch again because I probably missed a bunch of stuff, but I was definitely not expecting that level of Jikook Jikook-ing so soon. I’m glad they both also seem to be doing well and they were just so upbeat and happy in general. All of that singing was also a gift.

[emetogirl]

So an update- I feel better! After I posted the above story, I laid back down in bed to go to sleep, and slept for maybe 3 more hours. I woke up and didn’t feel much better though. My stomach was okay-ish (didn’t puke anymore) but I just felt really drained, and still pretty nauseated overall. As the day went on it got better slowly. I ate some toast and was able to take my dog to training (which he did good in, and the trainers were just over the moon about him). The previous night I had been with my friend. If you have followed for awhile or read my masterlist, this was my coworker. He now works full time in the hospital we precepted in. The characters in my life are pretty consistent haha. They always seem to get renewed each season😂 and he has been a good support to me since I separated from my partner. He came over, helped me pack up my apartment a little, and then we laid on the couch together and talked for awhile. And things got a little spicy😜 and then he went home around 11pm and I went to bed. And then of course woke up in the middle of the night (maybe 3am) and got sick. I texted him in the morning that I didn’t feel good, and he was sympathetic (this is the man who drove me home from work 2 weeks ago when I had a migraine and then CARRIED ME INSIDE lol, so he is well accustomed to taking care of sick Ro). But as the day went on and I started to feel better and better, I wondered if it had been the birth control pill I started the night before. I got off birth control a few months ago, but decided I should get back on it, for hormone reasons but also so I can smash lol. And combo pills, especially those with higher estrogen, can be really upsetting to my stomach. So I blamed it on that, didn’t take another pill, and planned to get an iud next week.

However, I woke up to a text from him this morning telling me that he woke up feeling terrible. I would hate it if I got him sick. The dude goes down HARD😬 so I would feel really bad. But he seems okay-ish, still at work rn, so maybe he’ll kick the feeling soon. Also, I need to find a new name for him, because he is not my coworker anymore haha.

My belly is SO upset and it’s the middle of the night and all I want is to sleep. I woke up with my stomach just completely churning, and I knew I needed to puke, so I went and sat in the bathroom. It was maybe 5 minutes before I threw up for the first time, and I am kicking myself for not bringing my phone to record, because it was SO cute. The highlights below:

- cute little burps before big heaves. I’m not always a burly puker but it’s fun when I am

- came up easily, not a lot of struggling, just holding my belly and letting it come up

- I’ll get in these moments when I’m sick where I puke and my gag reflex is so sensitive and my belly is so upset that I’ll puke over and over again for maybe a minute or so. Like, probably 10 productive heaves over the span of a few seconds. That’s when I started to feel really bad and in a lot of discomfort, but knew I was to the end of it, and it was just my stomach wringing itself out.

In total, for this sesh, I think I puked for about 45 minutes (with small breaks to lay down where my stomach felt a little settled, but would start churning again pretty quickly).

[vict7r]

SHE  TURNS  WHEN  HE  ENTERS  THE  KITCHEN,  big  eyes  flicking  over  the  other  for  just  a  moment  before  she  goes  back  to  what  she  was  doing.  the  smell  of  eggs  and  toast  and  –  oh,  she  should  probably  say  something,  shouldn't  she?

❛  thank  you  for  letting  me  sleep  here  last  night.  ❜  the  'it  was  embarrassing'  is  implied,  because  padme  would  rather  die  than  admit  she'd  curled  up  next  to  him  and  asked  to  sleep  there  because  her  nightmare  was  so  bad  she  cried.  soaked  the  gravel  that  crunched  under  her  shoes  and  everything,  she  was  so  scared,  ❛  you  need  to  eat  breakfast,  though.  you  haven't  been  and  it's  worrying  me.  ❜  padme's  voice  is  delicate  as  she  flips  the  eggs,  not  looking  up  –  she's  better  at  being  stern  with  him  when  she  doesn't  have  to  look  up  at  him.

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: La Vida ultimamente

Me Gusta eso!!! 💋

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[a-blip-of-billdip]

this isnt what i usually post on this blog but I'm already sick of all the memes and 'jokes'. I am almost certainly leaving the fandom for good now because of the book of bills release and NO it is not because billford's community has an influx of supporters.

So the worship and romanticization of asylums and other abusive practices for mental health have been steadily gaining traction in recent years, especially with the rise of tiktok's toxicity.

SO many people, especially younger people, regularly talk about how they want lobotomies or how women they don't like should be lobotomized. They get tattoos of lobotomy like it's some quirky fun thing and not one of the most horrific tortures someone can endure.

These same people, ESPECIALLY leftists, will look at anyone they disagree with or don't like and say "get institutionalized, loser" or "et therapy" and it's always in a mocking way. it's always in a policing way.

because these people know that mental wards strip everyone of their freedom and their bodily autonomy. they know these places arent for healing--theyre for silencing.

So the amount of people i see treating bill being institutionalized like a good thing---even the writers and alex himself?

Yeah. Im out ✌🏼