#need my confidence back fml

[inkedbookboyfriend]

I've literally not had sex since I got stuck with this fucking bag. I need a weekend with just nasty dirty hard-core fucking!!

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Confidence

I had decided it was finally time for a change. A few years after college and sitting all day at the office had taken its toll. Twink death was here, but I wanted to have a chance at a few more wild nights before I hit my thirties. So, on a buddy’s recommendation I called up Dr. Webb. He had been touted to me as one of the best in his industry, able to help with all kinds of health and wellness. In my consultation, we discussed my goals. I talked about my concerns around aging and some of the weight I had put on. He probed a bit about my health and family medical history. He was so calm and gentle. It was so easy to talk with him I may have even disclosed more than I wanted to about my college days and conquests. At the end, he leaned back and read over his notes:

“If I am being honest, I am not sure what you are too concerned with. You may not be your youngest, but I wouldn’t say you are deviating too much from a health body at your age.”

“But Doc, I don’t want to just slide into my thirties. I want to get out there like I did just a few years ago.”

“There is nothing wrong with aging my boy. It’s scary for us all but we aren’t stopping the clock any time soon.”

“I don’t want to stop the clock. I just want to feel confident in my body again.”

He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, “Now that is maybe something I can work with.” The rest of the visit was boring. But by the time I left his office, I had a pack vitamin supplements, a list of recommended exercises, and a follow up appointment in a few weeks.

Over the next couple days or so, I diligently took the supplements, followed the exercise routine, and logged my daily progress. It was strange, I didn’t really see a difference, but did start to feel a bit better. The biggest change I think I felt though was a kind of hormonal rebalance. I think doc mentioned it. My sleep was slowly becoming more regular, mood swings improved, and my flexibility was improving as I followed my exercise routine. However, I think it was also starting to create a fixation. I would just need to see my progress, check if I was improving. Whenever I got a small chance I would just stare at myself and focus on my curves. Were they any smaller?

I mentioned it to Dr. Webb at our next meeting. He laughed it off, said it was nothing unusual. But he did send me home with some meditation files to help me relax and center my mind. Help me let go of my worries and all that. And I will confirm they were effective. I popped on the first tape that night, listening to breathing exercises and ambient white noise. Woke up an hour later feeling refreshed. I don’t think I thought about my body much that night. In fact, I hardly thought about anything. My mind felt so clear.

It continued like that for a week I think. To be honest, the days started blurring together a bit. The routine was really sinking in, abs became an almost unconscious part of my day. At some point though, I don’t know when, I did start to notice a change as I would finish the tapes. I would always come to hard as wood. My appetite for sex was off the charts, quickly becoming a nuisance to take care of myself, several times a day. I even had to take a break at work one day. That is, until one day I saw myself in the mirror.

I was getting ready for the day, and suddenly something in me shifted. I stopped pulling down my tee and stared at myself in the mirror.

Damn, had I always been this hot?

Something about the way my jeans hugged into my sides and the thick matted carpet stretching across my stomach felt new and exciting. My mind said it should have felt off, but staring at my gut and feeling its weight ripple as I rubbed it up and down, I was entranced.

‘I felt big, strong, and masculine’, a voice echoed in mind, and I couldn’t agree more. Instantly my plans for the day were shot. I needed to get out there and find someone to share this body with. I couldn’t keep it all to myself. I popped my top off and went on the prowl for a piece of ass to demolish. A few quick photos and I had some nameless twink on his way over for an afternoon delight. Within moments of his arrival, I felt a shift in energy between us. I was used to a kind of back and forth, pull and push as people met and flirted. This was all pull. It started slowly, as he sat next to me on the couch. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed. I was soon no longer talking to him, I was giving him commands:

“Scoot closer to me.” He scooted.

“Rub my belly a bit, don’t be shy.” He hesitated for just a moment before gliding his hand over my furry belly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded limply. He was fixated on other things

‘A man gets what he wants,’ rang the voice in my head. And my patience was running thin.

The commands flowed from my mouth quickly:

“Take off my shirt”

“Take off your shirt”

“Lay on me a bit”

“Don’t mind the smell, I’m wrapping my arm around you.”

He quickly followed commands, even started taking huffs of my musky pits as he curled into my arms. I didn’t tell him to do that yet, but I felt so in control as this man was getting hard practically in my lap. It was time.

“Pull out my cock.”

“Put your head right there.”

“Open wide.”

“Suck, boy.”

It was just so easy to get him to comply. He was like putty in my hands. He just bent to my authority as I guided his willing throat, mouth, and tongue through the best blow job of my life. By the time I was ready to move on, a damp spot had formed through his shorts at the tip of his throbbing cock. It bobbed in the air a bit as I turned him around and pulled down his shorts. I took a moment to press myself against him, let him feel the power of my body.

“Bend over.” And he went down on all fours.

By the time my next appointment came up, I already had a small selection of boys willing to come over when I needed them. They were so small, I was almost worried I would break them in half. But it felt so freeing to discover this side of myself. Nothing could beat a twink sitting on my dick, begging for me to cum in him. I reported back to the Doc that I didn’t think I needed his services anymore. He said that he couldn’t agree more, and that even he was shocked at how much progress I made in such a short period of time.

“Now would you kindly put your shorts back on? They did not need to come off for this examination.”

“No,” I replied, “gotta take care of some business first. You want to show me that cute ass of yours.”

“I don’t think so, I…”

“Please doctor, with a body like this? I’m confident you’ll find your work satisfying.”

[cosmic-d1ce]

Theyve been too happy, FML violence, tws apply as always

"I don't understand why you want to leave so badly! I'm doing my best to make you happy!" Phil had never seen Forever so frustrated. Clearly, what he was doing was working. Maybe if he kept this up Forever would get sick of him and let him go.

Phil tried to speak but his voice was muffled by the tape over his mouth. Forever got sick of his yelling a while ago, although Phil didn't remember when exactly he was silenced. He gagged on the cloth in his mouth as he clenched his jaw.

Forever groaned, "One day I'll get through to you. Maybe I just need to do... a bit more. The bruises obviously aren't enough." He glanced at Phil with a grimace.

Phil's heart sank at the thought of this getting worse. Forever could tell.

"I don't like hurting you, really." He said, his expression softening into something akin to sympathy. Phil hated when he did that, it made him feel bad for trying to escape. As if Forever really didn't have a choice and Phil was just making things harder than they needed to be.

Forever sighed and looked away, "I will be back." he said with an exasperated tone. The usually sweetness was gone, sickening as it was, Phil always missed it when it was gone.

Like sugar, Forever's soft moments left Phil wanting more, no matter how much he hated it. Despite the pain, the sweetness left Phil actually wanting Forever. Like sugar, it left him addicted, he craved the soft touch and sweet words, empty promises of a happy future for them both.

He hated it. More than anything else here, he hated how good Forever could be.

Such a good man, destroyed by his own greed.

A few silent moments went by as Phil tried to make himself stop wondering what Forever was going to do. Thus far, it's been nothing but cuts and bruises. Phil could handle cuts and bruises. He wasn't so sure about anything else. Not in this condition.

He couldn't heal himself, he didn't even have the energy to run. The hunger left him tired, the drugs left him weak.

Forever returned, finally, throwing his backpack on the floor as the heavy door slammed shut behind him. He paid Phil no mind as he sat to rummage through his bag. Every second that went by made Phil's heart race faster. The uncertainty gnawed at him and any confidence he had withered away as he was left to think.

"You know I hate doing this, but I'm afraid you'll never learn if I don't give you something that'll remind you." Forever's voice cut through the silence, with a hint of sweet sympathy. He stood up and walked over to Phil.

His struggles went ignored, muffled protests falling on deaf ears as Forever knelt in front of him. With a dagger, he cut the duct tape holding Phil's wrists together but kept him in place with a harsh grip. Duct tape was replaced with the cuffs Phil had grown used to. Forever let Phil's arms fall into his lap for a moment as he hooked up the chain. With a harsh tug, Phil's arms were back above his head. The leather cuffs dug painfully into his skin.

"Usually, you'd have the chance to apologize. Not today. You pushed too far, understand?" Forever asked, although he didn't expect the answer he wanted.

Phil looked away in defiance. Forever sighed.

"Do you know what this is, Phil?"

Phil looked back, ignoring the object in Forever's hand as he scowled.

"This is a pyrography pen. Badboyhalo gave it to me. They're used to write on wood by burning it."

Suddenly, as Forever explained, Phil understood. He wanted to shout, beg, plead with Forever, but settled for frantic and incoherent mumbles. He knew it wouldn't work, that was made clear already. Phil just didn't know what else to do. He didn't need more scars. He definitely didn't need a permanent reminder of this.

"Don't be upset, you did this to yourself."

Phil was far too panicked to pat attention to the next few moments, slipping in and out of reality. His focus slipped and his vision blurred, any sound was drowned out by the static ringing in his ears and the heavy beat of his heart.

Hot metal made quick work of the already torn fabric covering his skin. Forever held Phil in place as he tried one last time to get away. A burn like that, purposeful and harsh, it would never truly be gone. The scar would stay. Phil didn't want that.

Every muscle in his body tensed as the metal touched his skin. The gutteral scream was hardly muffled by the makeshift gag. Forever winced at the noise.

Phil didn't stay fully conscious for long, although spikes of burning hot pain jolted him back to reality quickly, he slipped in and out. He screamed and sobbed, thrashing as much as he could for any hope of relief. His complaints earned him a quick stab in his side and a harsh order to stay still.

Finally, Forever put the tool down. Phil fell unconscious again. Forever kissed his cheek before taking a moment to look over his work.

Forever ♡

[exploring8709]

Two bad beats?

Ok, I guess it was all bravado.

Went with Sadie to the charity card tournament on Thursday. Was doing fine until I was all in with three others pre-flop. I had AA, a private equity analyst with distracting hoop earrings had 5d7d, and some wealth management witch, who had been chipping away at me all night, never showed. Hoop earnings rivers a straight. FML.

Sadie and I left early so I couldn't lunge across the table in a tornado of chips.

The night only got worse as we run into Camera Boy again, in town visiting a friend before the start of NY Fashion Week. I was trying to be my regular hilarious self and, aided with a couple vodka martinis, I make a comment about him stalking me. I catch him adoringly off-guard. Feeling, for the slightest of seconds, like the coolest girl in the room, it all comes crashing down as Sadie invites him to join us. I think this is when the doctors in the botched surgery that is my life, would have marked the time of death. I've already said all the cool things that I know to say, so his impression of me will only get worse.

Anyways, we get to talking about beauty, and I hang on every word. No matter how I awkward I feel, I want all the tea. Skinny models. High fashion. Diva Designers. This man has seen it all. And it's my catnip. He goes on about confidence, and how it's his job to help his subject find their truth, help them find themselves, so he can get the most out of them. And then they're talking about me, Sadie, that bitch, and Camera Boy, evaluating my life and what I need. Sadie maintains that I just need to get fucked. And his conclusion is that I should do a shoot with him.

Then basically, Sadie roars with laughter, labeling me a prude, and a stick in the mud, and that there is no way I'd so something like that.

And of course, buried in an amazing amount of drunken delusion, I ignore any good sense that I think I have (and still stinging from that earlier bad beat and not wanting to be beat again) I accept.

And then he's gone in a flash leaving me with his card and instructions to arrange with his assistant a time for the shoot.

Of course, Sadie played me like a violin. She's a virtuoso. Of course she knew I'd take the bait, as long as she challenged me openly.

I mean, I honestly don't feel like he's trying to get into my pants. So does that mean that I believe he's being sincere? That he just wants to help me find my truth? And then I start to spiral.

My mind is now churning, cycling between shame, embarrassment, guilt . . . where is the girl from four days ago that was shouting to the world that she was all free and liberated from paralyzing self doubt and self-esteem issues? Where is the girl that wrote off a drunken mistake as a "new me". Ugh. Why do I do this to myself?

In between trying to stop myself from calling Jac on her honeymoon for Irish Lad's number to unload what is sure to be a monumental amount of self-loathing on a boy who just needed a moment's respite from his own heartache, I've been practically burning with cringe for the last few days . . . I can't even control it.

God, can't I even enjoy one night without self-flagellating myself? Was this supposed to be a moment? A turning point? I'm beginning to feel less so, but does it have to be a low? It was fun, right? I discovered something, right? I came, right?

And what am I going to do about this Camera Boy mess? Calling him Camera Boy is just my way of trying to get some footing back. He's no boy and he's going to see right through me. He's going to take his fancy shots with is fancy camera and the only thing that's going to show up on film is a dumpster fire.

[gothletic]

ugh im struggling with addiction so bad like I relapsed and now my usage is a thousand times worse than it ever was :/

and I legit don't know any people in my life who have ever struggled with it so I feel like I have nobody to turn to.......friends/family are starting to know something is up though and nobody but my boyfriend even knows I ever struggled with this shit like im so good at hiding it but it's getting soooo bad that im definitely raising flags. it's just so embarrassing to me. I feel so weak and my pride won't let me admit this to anyone. which is why im venting on tumblr dot com because none of you know me irl and I just needed to say (write) this out loud

I literally look and feel awful + I've spent the entire 10 thousand dollars I had saved up in the last 4 months. the last score I got was the last of my money LMAO. Like I bled myself fucking dry and now I'm stuck with a fiending but no money to even feed it

and it's crazy that's what my mind is worried about like not that i won't be able to afford bills or food or legit losing 10k......no the fact that I legit can't score anymore unless I go full shady druggie tactics......

I just fucking hate myself sober and I want to be the confident and honest and loving person I am while I'm fucked but without chemical dependency

and I also quit cigarettes for 4 years and now I'm legit smoking a pack a day. Like a pack used to last me at least 5 days at my worst back in the day. what the fuck!!!!!!! but truly nothing goes better with candy than bogies. fml :(

[talking-on-a-broken-line-x]

Just my luck that my ex-boyfriend would start a job the same day as me. And he is literally one of the ones I hate with a burning passion.

I have treated him as like he was dead the past 5 years so when I heard his name and saw his face, my body reacted as if it had seen a ghost and triggered a panic attack. I thought I was going to die but had to act like everything was fine. But then I calmed myself down because it was big group of new starts and what were the chances of him being on my team?

Then the next day I found out he was going to be working closely with me. Fml!!! But I had made a work friend and confided in her that he was my ex-boyfriend and needed to stay away from him. I went into work the day after that and we had been moved into groups/departments but thankfully my friend told our manager that he was my ex. She allowed us to be as far away from one another as possible (she is an angel and I love her for this).

The thing is that I have had dreams of this ex-boyfriend recently. Like a few months ago recently and it was frequent. And I had cheated on my amazing boyfriend in these dreams to be with some scumbag who emotionally and physically abused me for three years. And it makes me fucking sick.

I wish I didn’t have to see his dumb face every fucking day. I wish my mind and body didn’t act like I have seen a ghost every time I see him. I wish I never let him touch me, kiss me or fuck me. He was my first everything - my first kiss, my first love, my first boyfriend and the first person I slept with. The person I spent my teenage years with. The person I revealed all my deepest, darkest secrets to. The first person I would die for. The first person I would do anything for. The first person who broke my fucking heart.

But I have to go into work every single day and act as though I don’t know him. And that’s true. I don’t fucking know him anymore and I don’t want to. I hate him but he’s a stranger.

I don’t know why I am being punished. If there is a god, I don’t know why they think this is funny. It’s fucking traumatic.

I have changed my life for the better over the past few years and was so happy. Happy in my relationship. Happy with who I am as a person. But then my past comes back to haunt me.

He has avoided me and I’m so grateful for that. I hope he keeps avoiding me. He better not ruin my life again for the millionth time because I am in a good place. I don’t need him or his drama. But I hate how a small part of me will always love him and always belong to him. It’s so fucking unfair and honestly it would be so much easier if he was actually dead.

So sorry for the rant but needed to get this off my chest. I want him gone from my life. I hope he moves far far away from me like to Antartica or Australia so I never have to see his stupid fucking face again.

[missused]

Dear self remember not every day is a bad day. Although I started this blog dairy because of a disagreement this dairy blog is about my marriage and life and this is a journey. I used to have friends that I would confide in, stuff has happened. 1 I had a kid early in life my parents made friendships harder for me after that now I am old, why is it so hard to make a friend as a older person who doesn't want to fuck you? or a friend who isn't always busy with life and stress like fml life is kicking the 3 friends I do have. They are awesome people tho. Anyways back to my point it takes me a minute to figure myself out, since I have no one to speak with at times I need to sit and think alone about the conversation that I have with my husband and today I was listening to Jane Elliott speak to some college students she had the same issue someone told her she was yelling at them, she turned it around and said no, and showed yelling, although I have done this there are some words here I believe I could say for my own sanity.

my day did turn into a good day we ended up playing video games with our youngest last night we had a great night and a good morning so far.

[acheronist]

>didn't learn to drive at 16 like everyone else on planet earth because i was an anxious suicidal mess and it would have been quite bad for a lot of people if i had had access to a car >finally in my mid twenties realizing i need a car plus i'm better at handling anxiety now & clearly am not going to kill myself anytime soon >get my learner's permit in my mid-twenties which seems very lame but better late than never i guess >yay >put off drivers test tho because i am very scared all of the time and i literally don't want to do this and love avoiding my problems. But I Am Trying To Be An Independent Adult. many such cases. >finally get the road test scheduled >the only appointment opening is the day before my permit expires >ok fine it still counts. organize the test appointment a month in advance >CUT TO literally today: driving test is this morning and i'm ready and fine and confident for it. yay. >get a text saying my appointment is cancelled without explanation >fml >try to renew permit online because i assume it's all fucked >"renew" and "replace" are different things >spent $9 to get the expiring-tomorrow-permit to print off again so that's completely useless >good thing i have a job now i guess >its 7am >secretary of state doesn't open until 9 >ok fine i will call them at 9 and pray that i can talk to a human person and sort this out >driving test person texts me back and says the test examiner has covid >(girl who had her college graduation cancelled and didn't get a job after graduation because of pandemic and also didn't get the chance to experience the normal parts of my early twenties because of lockdown voice) for once in my adult life it would be nice to not have covid ruin every single milestone event in my life but okay >can you come in today at 1pm >no i'm working >okay well i'll try and get you in tomorrow morning and i'll let you know! :))

like how much more fucking difficult does this need to beeeeeeee I CAN OPERATE THE FUCKING VEHICLE I SWEAR. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.

smashing my head through a wall tuesday!

[agoracactus]

Golden Crush - Heimdall

i just have to write something since i saw that one beautiful pic of heimdall reading, i dont have the pic nor do i remember which lovely ppl posted that sorry

also merry christmas!!

also's also idk whats wrong with me having the urge to write every time when its super late and my eyes half closed fml

Pairing: Heimdall x reader

Word count: 1545

Warning: no proofread goodnight!

<Your POV>

He's the most beautiful god you've ever seen.

You're not sure how you started to feel this way, but it's too late now- not like you're looking to change your mind anyways.

You love staying away and stealing glances when he's around, knowing he's either feeling bored, or enjoying belittling someone, or trying to impress the All-father. You tell yourself this works out perfectly- having a crush on a god with a stick up his ass that absolutely no one likes- means you won't fall in love with him. You don't need to fall in love, there are things far more important like, life, and living one.

You were tasked to clean up Odin's hall that afternoon when everyone was out training. So you went, pushed open the heavy door with your back, with your arms full with a half-filled bucket, a rug and a broom, humming a tune you made up.

You froze when you saw him sitting by one of the tables, reading.

The golden sunlight poured in and he bathed in it. You watched his braids shimmering in the light with his slight movements, purple eyes focusing on the pages, slender fingers breaking a piece of cheese next to him and gently pushing it between his thin lips-

"Ahem."

You blinked.

Those eyes were looking right at you.

"These tables aren't going to clean themselves." he had a slight frown on his face.

" -! Yes, sorry." you quickly averted your gaze and rushed to the tables furthest away from him, flustered.

Did you stare for too long? How long? Did he get a read on you? Did he know?

Your mind was such a mess that you didn't even know if you were doing your job right. You tried to focus on what you were doing with your back turned towards him, but you couldn't help but feel the burn on your back.

You didn't know if you want to take as long as possible to clean this side of the table- risking him putting his attention on you and getting scolded again, or getting it done as soon as you can- and move on to the table he's sitting at and risk getting his attention again. But all cleaning has to come to an end.

You squeezed the cloth dry and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to move on to the table he was at. You turned around- someone was standing right behind you.

Water in the bucket splashed out with your sudden stopping, drenching your shirt.

He of course was right out of the zone of dirty cloth water.

"Indolent and clumsy, tell me, who decided that it would be wise to let you clean for the All-father?" he took a disgusted glance at the dirty puddle at your feet.

"I, I'm sorry..." You panicked, quickly kneeled down to clean up the mess you made. He crouched down, watched for a second, then snatched your wrist. You weren't sure what was the purpose of that, did you do something wrong again?

Before you could form a reaction, he suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips upon yours.

Your eyes widen, frozen in place, staring back at those sparkly purple eyes.

<Heimdall's POV>

At first, it was simply curiosity.

He was passing through the training ground, and felt something different. He had to do another glance-around to figure out where it came from, then saw you quickly turned away.

He wasn't sure what it was. Usually people's intentions towards him were very clear, it's either fear, frustration, jealousy or any sort of hostility. This was something new.

He started doing his own little experiments. Taking paths he didn't normally take, engaging in activities he didn't have to take part in, putting himself in the center of the attention, or hiding away in the corner... Then he was finally confident to come to the conclusion that you only have that weird emotion when he's around, and you only react to him.

Of course he had read it before, sometimes from teenagers hiding away in the back side of the houses, sometimes in the hall between some einherjars... Never towards him. Which intrigued him even more.

He felt your presence immediately when you pushed your way into the hall. He felt you staring. And somehow it became very hard to suppress a smile. He couldn't pay attention to what he was reading anymore, instead he kept listening to what you were doing. He found himself getting impatient at how slow you were cleaning that one row of tables.

He didn't even fully comprehend what happened when he's been shoved and fell backward onto the ground. He heard you running away and the door of the hall closing behind you.

What went wrong? Did he read you wrong?- No, impossible, he is the God of Foresight, he'll never read anyone wrong. Confusion soon turned into anger. Did you just reject him? How dare you?

He wanted answers. But you were nowhere to be found. For days, he patrolled everywhere he had seen you, but he couldn't find you, not even sense you.

It was at a huge drinking party where he found you- in the corner, serving people.

A sense of success washed over him before he swiftly parted the crowd to stand before you- and the somewhat cheery feeling slid away when he saw your warm smile turned into an awkward grin.

What's the intention he's getting now?

He heard you mumble something before slipping away into the crowd, eyes never meeting his.

And what's this feeling in the pit of his stomach?

<Your POV>

You've been avoiding him since the day he kissed you.

You still weren't sure what happened, a part of you thought it was all just a dream. Perhaps you thought about him too often. It couldn't have been true, no, it would be more likely that you approached him and assaulted him... On second thought, it could be exactly that. You took advantage of the Asier god and twisted the memory in your head...

Most likely he already knew your feelings towards him. That's why. He's always been a jerk, he just wanna make fun of you. Or perhaps you did something and that's his way of punishing you?...

Either way, it's better that you keep your distance.

It took you a lot of effort to stay out of the way. You saw him showing up at all the places you had to be, and had to take a hard turn and duck out of his sight. But you couldn't run forever.

You found him outside, at the back of the drinking hall, drunk.

It got you worried because he was never drunk. But he was, here, slouching against the wall.

"...Heimdall?" you approached carefully.

"...Look who's here," he raised his empty mug, "Pour me another drink!"

"You're quite drunk." you tried to take his mug away. "Aren't you here to serve? Serve!" he raised his voice, swatting your hand away.

You stood there, staring at him.

"...What is that?..." he squinted his eyes, "Is that pity?... How dare you..." he tried to stand upright, but the moment he left the support of the wall he started leaning right. You quickly step forward, held onto his arm, and helped him lean back against the wall.

"...How dare you change your mind..." he mumbled. "I'm sorry?" you gently took the mug from his hand. "You!" he frowned, "Don't you like me?"

You nervously gripped the mug with both of your hands, "...So you do know..." eyes fixed on the rim of the empty mug, "...Did you, kiss me just to mock me?"

"..."

You waited, but there's no response. You raised your gaze and met those purple eyes.

"...Your eyes are beautiful." he said, almost in a whisper.

"...What?"

"...Don't change it." he took a step towards you, wobbly. "...Change what?" "What you feel, towards me." he leaned forward, putting his arms around you, "It's quite nice..." resting his head on your shoulder, "...And stop running..." his words ended up slurred. You froze, feeling his weight on you.

"...Heimdall?"

No response.

He already fell asleep, standing.

<Morning>

You woke up with a pleasant sigh, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun caressing your face, hearing the chirp outside the window

And a low chuckle.

Your eyes shot open.

The Aesir god was laying next to you, one arm supporting his head. The morning sunlight gently fell upon him, on his golden braids, his perfect skin, leaving sparkles in his purple eyes.

"Mornin' sunshine."

...Is this a dream?

"Who knew y/n would seduce a drunken god-"

Your hands reacted faster than your thoughts, pressing firmly over his mouth, "Nothing happened! You fell asleep! I can't just leave you there!" you quickly explained.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." he gently pulled your hands down, "It's too late now."

"...What?" you couldn't take your eyes off of him, as he was bathing in the swirling golden particles.

"I will let the whole Asgard know, that y/n got me drunk to lay with me." "-! That's not true! I-" He smirked, gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

He whispered against your skin, "Now you can never run away from me."

[onelittlespiral]

You should definitely do a preppy boy tf!

FML: Contact

I knew I should have charged my phone before I left, but I was running late and didn’t want to miss my study session. I know, I know it was stupid. But the walk was only supposed to be a few blocks. I have no idea how I got this lost. It felt like I was wandering for hours, but I kept just going around in circles and ending up in front of this gym. Great, just what I needed before finals week. Maybe I should stop an- ugh. My bag spilled out in front of me as I wa a knocked to the ground.

“Hey, sorry bro.”

It seems like on about my third time around the block I finally ran into one of the gym’s patrons, idiot. For the life of me I will never know how those guys will walk out in shorts in December. I started to scoop my belongings back into my bag.

“Here, let me help- Ah fuck, that could be bad.” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me. Thankfully it seems that there wasn’t any real damage, but a few deep scratches were carved in the metal and the screen was definitely cracked.

“Just what I needed today! Look where you’re going next time!” I was nearly in tears. I was lost, I was frustrated, I think the fall tore a hole in my khakis, and now my computer would be busted till after finals.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Didn’t mean to knock a shrimp like you down. I didn’t even hit you that hard…”

“Well sue me if I don’t have time to get swoll bro,” I spat, “but some of us have finals to study for.”

“Oh dang, that’s where I know you from! English 110, with Professor Kim. Yeah, you’re always in the front and answering shit.” Immediately the puzzle pieces clicked. I can’t blame myself for not recognizing him. He must have been one of the dudes who sat in the back, and they all basically acted, talked, and looked about the same. A bunch of gym rats struggling through the gen eds. I’m genuinely surprised he can to class often enough to recognize me. “Hey man, are you studying for this final later? I’m just like not getting this stuff. Like, why are they having Exercise Science majors out here studying English anyways?”

“Uhh, yeah maybe.” At this point I was past the point of caring about this conversation. It was such a simple class I hardly had even glanced over the study guide. I had packed my things and was making to get up and leave.

“Here bruh, lemme help you up,” and he extended his hand to me. I grabbed hold as a small shock passed between us. It was just a split second, but as his calloused, sweaty had grasped mine, I felt a jolt that stuck my hair on end. I hardly had time to notice as he hoisted me up. “Hey, if you do end up reviewing later, maybe give me a heads up. We could do a study session or something.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. Grabbing my hand again, and pulled me into a bro hug before I could protest. Up close he was warm and humid, sweat cooling in the cold winter air. He left the paper in my hand when he pulled away. He smirked, “You should ask inside, they may be able to help. I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a confidence in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. Before I knew it he had booked it, and I was left with a piece of paper, a broken computer, and a sinking realization I was still lost.

With few options left, I popped into the gym my classmate had just come out of. Maybe they would have a charger I could borrow or be able to help me with directions. At least it was warm inside. I walked over to the man at the desk, asking “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you all have a phone charger? I am completely lost and out of juice.”

“You can bother me any time,” the attendant said with a wink, “We’ve got some chargers in the locker room, but management is struck about people using facilities without paying. You already a member with us?”

“No, do I look like a member with you all? Please, I’m tired and at this point I just need to get home.” I groaned.

“Well sorry bro, you’ve gotta get those gains somewhere… let’s see, a day pass only runs about $5,” he slid the card reader to me.

“Fine.” I thrust my card into the machine and grabbed my receipt, storming off towards the locker room.”

“Enjoy your time! Oh, sir. Those aren’t the locker rooms they are the changing ro-” and the swinging door cut him off. I cut to the first door on my left. The overhead lights activated as I walked in. The inside was warm, hotter even than the lobby. For locker rooms, there were very few lockers. Just cooler with some sports drinks, some mirrors, and a charging station. No one else was inside, so I sat down on a bench and set my phone down on the charging station. With the heat I quickly began stripping layers, till I was down to my sweater, but I was not going shirtless in this place. It looked like it would be a while before my phone would be charged. I tried to put the whole situation out of my mind as I laid back and relaxed, carried to sleep in the thick heat…

I woke up a while later, disoriented and thirsty. It may have been a bad idea to sleep in the sweater, the thing was practically dripping in sweat now. I began to pull off the damp thing when I was shocked to see what was underneath:

Abs. Pecs. Abs and pecs. I had to be dreaming, when did I go from a stick to having abs and pecs. Not only that, but my arms. Thick and smooth, my arms looked swollen, as though I had been working them out for years. And my legs, they felt like lead beneath me, so heavy I could hardly move them. I could crush a melon between my thighs. And my poor shoes, they were practically in tatters on the floor. My toes poked out of the remains, leather torn between my meaty soles. I looked in the mirror to get a full picture. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it, I was a whole different man.

I grabbed my phone and booked it out the door back to the front desk. The same attendant was there, looking me up and down as I passed by:

“Well hey there handsome. How are you enjoying our amenities?”

I just about strangled him, “What the hell happened? What did you all do to me?!?”

“I did try to tell you. Locker rooms are the other side. Those are the changing rooms.”

“What’s that supposed mean?”

“Well, look at yourself. Must have gone for the muscle enhancement, eh? Not a bad look on you.” I could just about wipe that smug look off his face.

“Cut the bull crap, I didn’t ask for this. If you all changed me into this change me back.”

“So sorry,” the apology dripped from his lips, “but things don’t quite work that way. For more specialized changes you have to get a full membership.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” I shouted, “You never said shit about this. I don’t need your membership. Change me back, now.”

“Woah, calm down there hot stuff, no need to get so worked up. How about this. My boss is home for the night. I know what you looked like when you came in. I can sneak you back into one of our specialty changing rooms, and I’ll calibrate it myself. Deal?”

I was about in tears, “Deal.”

He took my hand and lead me to the changing room all the way in the back. Same set up, same bench in a mostly barren room. This one was maybe a tad smaller. His voice came on over the intercom:

“Alright, now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

This time, deep red lights came on and that same heat began to fill the room. It somehow felt a bit different. The other heat wrapped around, this one felt like it pierced. In moments my body was flooded with warmth. Sweat rolled down my body as the room began having its effects. But something wasn’t right. Instead of shrinking down to my lithe self, my body felt like it was bubbling, and began to swell even more.

“Hey. HEY! What the hell! What are you doing out there? Wrong way asshole!”

He chuckled into the intercom, “What? I think it’s a good look on you.”

“You’re supposed to change me back!” I shouted

“I said I would calibrate the room. I didn’t say how. You should feel lucky, you’re getting the VIP treatment for free!”

Everywhere sweat rolled my muscles stretched as my body began writhing under the feeling of its growth. It felt… it felt… oh god it felt… so…good. But it had to be stopped. I couldn’t keep going like this. I put all my effort into standing up and lunged for the door handle. It didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

“Oh, is this not to your taste?” he teased “Well, I already did smooth jock tonight. Fine, let’s try this then.”

The red lights switched off as dull LED’s took their place. At the same time, a mist began pouring into the room. The smell made me dizzy as I slumped back on the bench behind me. The haze curled around me and stuck to my skin. It smelled like aftershave, sharp and fresh, with a coolness that made me shiver. My skin began to tingle wherever it touched. I watched as my skin turned to goosebumps, then slowly a fine layer of fuzz began to coat my pecs. It grew and curled wherever the mist lead it. It blazed a treasure trail down my abs and branched out to cover them. I could only moan as my body pushed out my new pelt. It curled around my back as a forest erupted behind me. Working it’s way up, I felt a tickle on my jaw and cheeks. It caressed my face as a five o-clock shadow pushed out from my smooth face, and in moments a full beard was pushed out. It’s curling tendrils even worked on the hair I already had. I felt the hair on top of my head stand on end before following the mist into a thick mop. It worked it’s way into my gapping mouth too, and I felt my throat stretch and adjust, my moans coming out much deeper. Then it concentrated on my groin and pits. My previously trimmed bushes grew wild, quickly becoming a tangle. As my pubes grew around, it felt soooo good. I began getting hard, but the mist only took that as an opportunity. Something else to grow and curve. It stretched 6, 7, 8, 9 inches straight out before curving distinctly up. I was in pure ecstasy, with only the thought of the man outside watching keeping me from fully jacking off.

“Wow, what a grower. I knew you had potential but, woof.”

“You… won’t… *gasp*…get away… with… with this!”

“Oh, still a little rebel in you? Maybe we can bring that out a bit.”

The mist receded, and overhead the lights began to strobe and a loud white noise began to play. The pattern was disorientating and it hurt to watch. But even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape. A splitting headache developed as my emotions all turned to anger. I tried to shout, to call for it to stop, but my words didn’t even reach my ears. I watched in glimpses as I began to scream, deep and primal, rage in my eyes. My arm clenched into a fist and I ran up to pound the door down. It still didn’t budge but the shock sent a ripple down my arm. In the mirror I watched as in slow motion a full sleeve tattoo stretched down my arm. I sat down in pain and fear and anger as I grew close to tears. But the back of my mind knew that I could not cry, not anymore. Then, all at once it stopped. I realized I was still shouting. I felt pissed off, aggressive. When I got out of this room, I was gonna pummel that twink into submission.

“God, that one always gets me. I love a man with tattoos.”

“Fuck OFF” I growled. I looked in the mirror at the monster I had become:

My mind was being flooded with emotions, a sense of loss for the person I was, a rage at the man who had done this to me, an animalistic horniness from my sizable new cock, and a deep terror for what else could happen. I channeled that fury and made one last attempt on the locked door. I yanked and rattled the door with all the strength this new body could muster. I felt the handle flex beneath my grip, before a loud *snap* sent me plummeting to the ground. The handle had come off the door. I banging against the door, shouting for anyone to come help me.

“Hmmm,” the attendant contemplated, “I may have gone too far with the rage this time. You’re a beast bro, but let’s reign it in. A healthy dose of this should help.”

A new cloud filled the room, this one thicker than the last. It was damp and sticky and clung to every inch of me. This one smelled rich and acrid, like an arm pit that had long since sweat through any deodorant. It was as though every patron of the gym had joined me in the room fresh from their workout. The fog was so thick I felt as though I was beginning to choke. It slid heavily down my throat and made my eyes water. That’s when I felt it begin to corrupt me. My enraged mind became calm, then addled as my brain filled with the all consuming fog. Memories flashed before my eyes as I felt them slip from my mind, replaced with false copies. I felt my college experience shift from books and classes to working out and tutoring sessions. My classes in journalism and writing were swapped for work out routines and remedial math. Then my cock began twitching as memories of hot workout sessions with my bros filled my mind, replacing my book club. As my mind relaxed and the new memories came to me easier and easier. My IQ was slipping down quickly, resting now somewhere around 75. As my mind relaxed I felt my body do so too. The cloud began seeping into my pores, filling me with its corrupting influence. My body betrayed me, greedily sucking up the cloud until the room was completely clear. I felt warm and tingly, my body pressed flat against the cold floor. I lifted my arm to get a good wiff of my funk. My cock jumped in response. God I needed to fuck. The cloud had saturated me, inside and out, soaking me in a new identity.

“How are you feeling in there big guy?” a voice was on the other side of a speaker in the room.

“Aight I guess man. I’m tired. Guess I passed out in here,” I replied. God, just waking up from a nap and I had my morning wood. The door opened, a cute bro was on the other side.

“Have you enjoyed your day pass sir?” He asked.

“Hell yeah Lil’ bro, it’s been good. This gym is stacked. I haven’t felt this worn out after a workout in a while!”

“Have you considered upgrading that day pass to a full membership? I know I would love to see you around,” he said with a wink.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind seeing you every day. Gimme the forms.” He led me out to the lobby, I signed a few forms, and handed me a card.

“Now remember next time, locker rooms are over there,” he smirked. “Here, this is free with your sign up.”

He threw a tank top over to me. Good thing too, I think I forgot mine at home. It fit snugly over my huge chest. It made my arms look huge too. Just a shame I sweat so much after a workout, I already had some pit stains going. Shit, I was rank.

“Thanks bro, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I strolled out the door into the cold winter air. I flexed, feeling the breeze wick some of my sweat away.

“Hey, excuse me?” Some dork walked up to me, looking desperate. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, though I couldn’t place it. “Would you happen to be able to help me? I have been going around in circles and can’t seem to find my way. I have an exam in just a few hours.”

“Nah, sorry man. I’m not quite sure I’m able to help. Never been good with directions huhu,” that’s when it clicked, “Hey, you’re in my bio class aren’t you? Ah shit, is that exam today?!? Fuck, I’m never gonna pass that crap.”

He looked a little flabbergasted, but made some excuses and was about to move on when I grabbed him. I felt something pass between us, as his gaze fell onto me, unblinking, “You should check in the gym bro, I know they can help you out.” I pulled away and the moment passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two receipts. The first was my receipt for my day pass. I scribbled down my contact info, and handed it off to the nerd. “Here, if you want to talk about lifting with me and my buds later you should give me a call. Looking a little scrawny bruh.”

He took the receipt before wandering towards the gym entrance. I then looked at the second paper I pulled out. Oh yeah, it was that hot gym bro from earlier. Yeah, I could meet up with him for sure. His name at the top rang a faint bell. For a split second, I remembered a friend I would sit next to in class. Smart, nerdy, nothing like the man I had met on the sidewalk earlier... But just then I felt my brain pounding, and I couldn’t focus on… whatever it was I was thinking about. Oh, right. Hot jock. Yeahhh, I’m gonna go see if he wants these rank pits shoved in his face while I ride his cock.

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Maybe not what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyways ❤️

[kuroosdarling]

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟑: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖞𝖆𝖗𝖉

⌈✘⌋- Starring: Werewolf!Atsumu

⌈✘⌋- cw: MDNI! unprotected sex, threesome, double penetration, anal play/penetration, using spit as lube (</3), cum play/eating, mentions of overstimulation, praise, creampie

⌈✘⌋- wc: 3.8k (will i ever write anything under 3k fml)

⌈✘⌋- summary: A dark room with a luminescent ceiling replicating the night sky, paired with the full moon itself. Sneaking around is impossible as each step you take is heard by the dangerous werewolf that’s stalking around. But he’s on the hunt for more than you would think. Be weary.

a/n: happy halloween!! i hope you enjoy this fic hehe im posting this and running away !!! <3 if they seem ooc… no they aren’t. just roll with it idk <//3 i haven’t written for them before !! O:

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A howl pierces through the air as soon as you step into the next room. It looks like it was trying to replicate a hazy graveyard in the midst of a forest. The air was thicker in here, thanks to the dry ice flowing over everything. A chill ran up your spine, the room felt 10x colder here than anywhere else.

Taking a few steps forward, a batch of fake bats zoom past you, the rush filling your ears as you almost jump out of your skin. The eerie music playing seeps into your nerves, fraying them at the seams more and more each second.

There were two people up ahead in between the trees, tangled up with each other. As you got closer, it was clear it was two men pressed up against each other, the one with lighter hair had his lips pressed against the other's neck. Part of you felt like you were intruding but the other part had no shame. 

“‘Tsumu- We don’t have time for this. She’s going to be here soon.” One of them said. The other just laughs and continues what he was doing. “W-wait. I think she’s here. Get off of me.”

The man pushes the other off before slipping behind the trees and out of sight. The other one in question quickly looks around before his gaze fixated on you. He was still covered in the artificial darkness but easily made his way over; each step oozing confidence as he saunters towards you.

“My my, are ya lost little lamb? Why, I could just eat ya up.” He drawls on with each step.

The closer he got, the more you realize how built he was. His shirt was hanging open like someone had ripped it earlier – the top two buttons were torn right off, exposing the expanse of his chest. The pants he had on were turned into cut off short, gripping around his meaty thighs for dear life. It was incredible that they were still intact.

“i’m not lost.” you pout, taking a small step back as he keeps making his way to you. You stop as your back hits one of the trees in the room with him now towering over you.

“Ya sure ‘bout that?” he smiled down at you. The moment you eyes met his were you reminded of what had just happened in the other room. They looked almost identical, save for the hair and the fact that this guy had a different attitude than the other. 

“Wait-” 

“Ya know, I had a real problem with Samu getting to ya first.” Chills ran up your spine as he stepped closer into your personal space, his large hand grabbing onto yours before he pulled you even closer. “But I guess the best for last.” 

His lips crash into yours, effectively pinning you up against the faux tree as he swiftly dug his thigh between your legs. in an instant, all your senses were full of him. It felt like he was touching you everywhere but at the same time, it wasn’t enough. There was too much of a barrier in between you two and it needed to get out of the way. 

He pulls against his shirt roughly, ripping the rest of the shreds off of him, leaving him bare. Your hands glide over his chest before wrapping themselves around his back. His lips graze over your neck — leaving a soft kiss, moving down to give your collarbone the same treatment.

“Best for last? You do realize this is only the third room, Miya.” A monotone voice broke the silence, causing you to jolt away from ‘miya’. But his hold only tightens around you, pulling your body close against his warm chest.

“I thought ya ran off on us, didn’t think you’d be up for it.” He smirks, nudging his nose against your cheek as if he was claiming you.

“And miss out on this? Don’t be stupid.” He steps closer, the shadow lifting off his face as he comes into the light. “Or is that too hard for you to do?”

He’s beautiful – breathtaking even. His dark eyes met yours with a small smirk, taking you in just as you took him in. The twin moles on his forehead were delicately kissed by the artificial moonlight. His glossy, curly locks covered part of his face. Every inch of his body was made of muscle that was held in the mesh black shirt he wore. Even though it was dark, you could still see through it and drool over each defined muscle.

“Yer an ass.” 

“Just shut up and keep going.” He steps into your space, tucking his finger under your chin. “Hopefully the brute isn’t bothering you too much.”

“He’s not.” Nerves fill your stomach as his gaze sets almost too intensely onto you. His almost black eyes seem like they were piercing under your skin, already figuring out different ways he could ruin you. The look of a starved man who was about to devour a feast. 

“Good. Can I kiss you?” He asks sweetly, like he wasn’t just undressing you with his eyes. He seemed so well-put together but there was something else there that was lying under the surface, just dying to break free. You nod and within the next second, his lips are taking over yours. His tongue glides against your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. You moan around his tongue, causing Miya to squirm behind you. 

“Oi.” He barks out, roughly pulling you away from the vampire. “Don’t hog her, Omi.”

“Don’t hesitate then.” You purr up at him, catching him off guard. His face melts back into the smug smile he was wearing earlier as he pulls you back in for a kiss. Omi let Miya have his way for a moment, directing his attention to your plush thighs. He trailed his finger up your leg, taking in your reactions as you moaned into Miya’s mouth.

“Better start prepping her, Miya.” His hand smoothes over your ass, effectively flipping your skirt up. His pinky brushes over your puckered hole, sending chills up your spine. As if he was waiting for your permission, he briefly pauses before whispering. “This okay?”  

“Yes, just go slow.” 

“Don’t worry angel, I'll help ya feel good while he preps you.” Miya said, swiftly getting down onto his knees before putting his face right in front of your cunt. He starts lapping at your clit like a man starved, swirling his tongue over every spot he can reach. Meanwhile, Omi stayed behind you, pressing himself up against the tree to steady him and you.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, his voice gruff. You immediately complied, opening your mouth as he slipped two fingers in. “Get them nice and wet for me, alright?”

“Always so bossy.” Miya mutters, taking a short break from devouring you. He winks up at the pair of you before getting back to more important matters. Each vigorous drag of his tongue had you leaning back against Omi, sucking on his fingers like your life depended on it. 

He leans in closer, his artificial fangs dragging along the expanse of your neck. Even though they were fake, they still pressed into your skin deliciously, eliciting chills all over your body. He removes his fingers with a pop as Miya continues playing with your clit. Your hips had a mind of their own as they start to grind against his face. You were quickly losing control – but you hardly cared.

Omi takes his other hand and spreads the globes of your ass for better access. Right as your body tenses from the small action, Miya slips a thick finger into your cunt. You mewl out, his fingers already feeling so good inside of you. It only made you more eager for the rest of him.

Omi’s finger poked at your puckered hole, slowly sliding into you. His movements were direct, concise but also cautious enough for it not to be too fast for you. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable so he eases his finger in slowly. The stretch was strange but the more he filled up the space, the more you craved.

“Already taking me so well.” He purrs lowly in your ear, kissing down along your neck. “Such a good girl for us, right Atsumu?”

“Ya taste so delicious too. I could be down ‘ere all night and be happy.” Atsumu agrees, pulling apart from your clit for a moment just to answer. He gives you another wink before going back to devouring you. You grip onto his surprisingly silky hair as he has his way with you. Each drag of his tongue more determined than the last.

Omi starts moving his finger, stretching you out more. The sting of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure Atsumu was feeding you was making your head dizzy.

“Ready for another one?” Omi asks sweetly. Atsumu peeks up during his ministrations, his darkening eyes making direct contact with yours, almost more eager for your response than Omi.

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” He pushes, his finger teasingly trailing along your entrance.

“Yes please.” You whine, pushing your hips back against him.

“Good girl.” He chuckles, sliding his next finger in. The grip on Atsumus' hair tightened, sending a moan directly into your cunt.  Your back arches off of Omi as you feel your core start to tighten up, effectively taking his fingers in deeper. He stretched you out as Atsumu pulled away. A whine slipped past your lips and all he could do was offer his smug smile.

“I can't wait anymore— ‘need to be in ya.” Atsumu said, getting up to fish his achingly hard cock out of his pants. He didn’t even give you a chance to fully look at it before you felt the thick length slip between your thighs, rubbing itself against your slick folds. You let out a gasp that was easily consumed by Atsumu, his lips overpowering yours as Omi continued his onslaught.

“Ready f’me angel?” He spoke against your lips. All you could do was nod. “Can’t hear ya, need ya to tell me. Just noddin’ and grindin’ on my cock isn’t enough. Gotta know ya really want it.”

Omi lets a chuckle out from under his breath as he slips a third finger in, muttering something about how much of a tease Atsumu can be. 

“Please ‘Tsumu-” The nickname you heard earlier slipped out. Little did you know it was one of his weaknesses. He didn’t bother responding, his head was dizzy with your sweet cries. He pushes in, his cock bullying its way all the way for his tip to lightly kiss your cervix. You grip into his biceps, leaving little half-crescent moons in its place.

“So tight–” he pauses for a moment as he feels you suffocating him between your warm walls. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment, trying to collect himself. “Omi, ya gotta hurry up, gotta fuck her right now. I don’t think I can wait.”  

“Patience, Miya. Have a little self-control.” He chastises, flicking his wrist in all the right ways as he continues to stretch you out. You swore he was made for this, each motion had you clenching around him, and Atsumu.

“Ya slip into her little pussy and try to have self control.” He mumbles with a pout, moving his hips forward. You weren’t even sure if he was aware he was doing it – he just felt too lost in the way your walls hugged him so tightly. As Atsumu starts to hump against you, Omi slipped his fingers out of you and started to unzip his pants.

Atsumu hips move a little faster, picking up the speed as he lets out a vulgar groan when he feels you squeeze his cock. Omi’s cock lays along your backside, and your eyes widen in surprise. From the feeling alone, you could tell it was big – really big. 

“Darling – relax.” Omi cooes in your ear as his fat, mushroomed tip presses against your entrance. How the hell was something that big going to fit inside of you? As if he could read your mind, he reassures you. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”

Atsumu reluctantly slows down to a stop, keeping his cock in place as Omi prepares to push into you. The pair were being extra reassuring, placing featherlike kisses all over you as you tried to grind back onto Omi, more than ready to take him on.

“Omi-” you mewl out. In a flash, his mouth ghosts the edge of your ear, breathing out a soft chuckle against your skin as he roughly pushes the rest of himself in. A broken moan slips past your lips as your fingernails dig further into Atsumu’s biceps. 

“It’s Kiyoomi.” He murmures, stealing a quick nip from your earlobe. Heat rushes to your face as his hand slides all the way up from your arms to your shoulders before he loops his fingers around your throat. He pulls you closer into him from his hold on your neck so you’re leaning back onto him as he slowly starts to move his hips.

The stretch was incredible, you had never felt so full than you did now but you still craved more. As if Atsumu could read your mind, he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirl around them. Atsumu lets out a low groan at the sight as he shoves them further down until you’re happily gagging on them. He immediately moved them so he could capture your lips with his, absolutely intoxicated by how good you feel around him. His cock brushes against Kiyoomi’s, separated only by the thinnest barrier. Everything was setting him off and he needed to release all the pent up energy he was holding in.

“Takin’ yer time Omi? Or are ya just tryin’ not to bust already. It’s okay if it’s too much for ya, I can take care of her from ‘ere.” Atsumu teases as his thrusts start to pick up speed. Similar to his brother, the more lost in the feeling he got, the thicker his accent got. Omi quickly shot him a glare before he roughly grips onto your hips, pushing you back into him as he starts to drive his hips against yours.

“Just easing her into it.” He said, his thrusts moving in time with Atsumu’s. “Wasn’t trying to ruin her – but if you insist.”

“Hah– I can feel ya omi,” Atsumu lets out a gasp, “God, yer cunt just keeps suckin’ me back in. Tell me how ya feel sweetheart – how good we’re makin’ ya feel.”

“So good-” you mewl out, trying to ground yourself by piercing your fingers into Atsumu’s biceps. 

“Yeah? C’mon, tell me more.” He pushes, driving into you harder as you try to collect yourself. Everytime to try to open your mouth, more moans spill out. “Need ya to say it.”

“So full, can feel both your cocks so” you hiccup, “so deep.”

“She’s so damn tight.” Kiyoomi says, reaching over your head to give Atsumu a searing kiss. You could hear their tongues swirling together and it only made you want them more. You reach up to join in, the two eagerly accepting you as you take part in the three-way kiss. Everything was so messy, you weren’t sure who’s spit was whose but it didn’t matter. The three of you were getting lost in each other and all you could do was ride the high.

Their hands grab at different parts of your body as they drill into you. Atsumu was constantly moving, never staying in the same place for long. But Kiyoomi had his hands nestled onto your hips, trying to push as deeply as he could into you as he kept your skirt lifted up above his grip.

Atsumu savord the feeling of how your cunt fluttered and tightened around him, trying to coax him into an early release. But he’d be damned if he finished before you or Kiyoomi. He snakes his hand down to play with your clit. Not one to be one-upped, Omi follows suit and reaches his hand down as well. You let out a choked moan as the two wrestle their fingers over your clit. They find a decent rhythm that drives you all the way to your high. 

“‘M gonna cum.” you choke out, holding onto anything you could get your hands on. You settle for grabbing onto Atsumu’s bicep while your other hand reaches around to pull at Omi’s hair, eliciting a deep groan from the ravenette. 

“Then cum for us,” Omi cooes, sinking his teeth in the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“Yeah c’mon angel, show us how good we’re makin’ ya feel. Wanna hear how sweet ya sound when ya cum all over our cocks.” Atsumu’s words have you tumbling over the edge as elongated, saachirene mewls fall from between your lips. 

Atsumu's pace slows down a little bit as he watches you come undone over his cock, relishing in the sensation of you clamping down on him with all your might as you reach a blissed out harmony. Omi on the other hand, didn’t relent. It only spurred him on when you came, allowing him to chase the high he desperately sought.

The grip on your hips tightened to the point where you knew there would be bruises in its place tomorrow, but you couldn’t care. Overstimulation started to set in as your eyes threatened to spill tears you didn’t even know were lingering along your lashes. Atsumu hurried his pace along, eager to reach his high as well.

Kiyoomi was the first to cum with a beautiful groan as he quickly slips his cock out to release all over your lower back. You can feel his arm quickly moving behind you, no doubt as he furiously fucked his hand through his orgasm. He graces your shoulder with a small kiss of gratitude before leaning his head back against the tree he was still pushed up against.

Atsumu followed shortly after, but with much less grace. He pulls your body impossibly close, not even bothering to pull out as he spills into you, loud moans filling your dizzying mind. His lips flew all over your neck and shoulders, kissing every inch of you he could as he slowed his hips to a stop.

“You weren’t supposed to cum inside of her, idiot.” Kiyoomi gave Atsumu a disapproving look. 

“Well, yer the vampire. Can’t ya just suck it out of her?” He smirks. “Otherwise we’ll both get in trouble.”

“I swear you’re going to be the death of me, Miya.” 

“What a hell of a way to go though, right?” He wiggles his eyebrows over at you and you suppress the urge to giggle. Kiyoomi turns his attention back onto you before stepping closer into your space.

“Ignore him and just focus on me. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice tickling your ear before he slowly starts kissing down your body, taking his time with each soft touch. Kiyoomi drops to his knees, eagerly situating himself between your thighs before he bit a small mark into your inner thigh, smoothing it over with a messy kiss. You let out a slight gasp, causing his eyes to flit up to yours.

“Kiyoomi please-” You whine out, trying not to rub your thighs together. He keeps them spread apart as his tongue trails up your thigh, collecting any cum that was already flowing out of you. 

He dug his nose against your clit before lapping against your folds, taking in everything that Atsumu left behind. He did it in a fashion that felt like he was used to cleaning up after him – that he had a nasty habit of fixing Atsumu’s mistakes. Once he slightly sucked against your clit, you felt your high start to overpower your senses. You latch your fingers into his thick curls, tugging on them slightly as he moans directly into your cunt.

Each slow drag of his tongue against you had your head spinning. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, getting every last drop of Atsumu’s cum. Your eyes flicker up to Atsumu who was staring at Kiyoomi’s handiwork with an intense gaze. His eyes met yours a moment later, watching you unravel against his friend’s tongue.

As if it wasn’t enough, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, trying to drown in your essence. One hand was firmly grasping your ass while the other was gripping the top of the thigh of the leg tossed over his shoulders. You could hardly get a word out, the only thing leaving your mouth were broken moans and low whimpers. It only drove him to give you more, to try and pull out every kind of noise he could get from you. 

“That’s it, show him how good he’s makin’ ya feel.” Atsumu encourages you as your head hits the back of the tree. Everything was building up so quickly, your second orgasm threatening to snap with each flick of his talented tongue. “He gets off on that.”

Kiyoomi hummed in approval, vibrations being sent through your cunt and directly up your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling, digging your fingers further into his beautiful hair. One last swipe of his tongue over your clit was all it took to push you over the edge. He didn’t bother relenting as you release over his face, crying out into the void as blinding pleasure took over. Atsumu quickly silenced you with his lips, consuming your sweet sounds, feeding off of them as if it was his lifeline.. 

They both pull back at the same time as you pant heavily. Kiyoomi rises up, your release evident all over his mouth and lower jaw. Atsumu notices it too, quickly taking action as he grabs him by the back of the head.

“I wanna taste too.” He said, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You watch as the two have their way with one another. They pull apart, focusing all of their attention back onto you.

“You were divine.” Kiyoomi said, kissing your cheek as he helps adjust your dress. Atsumu smiles as he kisses your other cheek.

“Agreed. But I think we agree that the werewolf fucks better than the vampire, right?” He smirks over at Kiyoomi who just rolls his eyes.

“Ignore him. No need to answer as we all know the truth here.” He easily replies, putting his fake fangs back in his mouth. Atsumu gave him a pout before turning back to you, waiting for your approval.

“I’d say it was about even. But maybe we can test it out another time.” You suggest, fixing your hair as you start making your way to the next room. “But only if you can find me, of course.”

The two can only watch as you walk off, each of them already planning on what they’d like to do to you the next time they see you.

[primofate]

Genshin Volleyball Dream Team [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Introduction Headcanons

Notes: Guess who started watching Haikyuu! FML As if I didn’t have enough things to do I decided to fall in love with like 5 different volleyball teams with an average of 10 players. 

I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m sorry.

Scenario: What if the Genshin boys were a volleyball team?

In the next part: How would it be working as their manager? What if someone hits on you? What if some girl fans bully you? Also, how would it be to date a Genshin volleyball superstar?

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

If you’re not familiar with volleyball (or Haikyuu) here’s a link explaining what each position in the team does.

Team Genshin

Team Colours: Blue

What the team banner reads: Spike them out of this world!

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

The rock and pillar of the team

Has a strict looking face but amicable most times. Except for when you’re late for training then run. Just run.

Anyone who skips training will feel his wrath in the form of extra 10 laps around the gym

If you joined the volleyball team, to him, you’ve basically signed a contract to COMMIT to the volleyball team. No questions asked. Sissies aren’t allowed here.

If anyone in the team is misbehaving e.g. teasing another team he’s the one who pushes your head down and apologizes for you. “Apologies about this one, he gets way too excited,”

Doesn’t let failure stop him. Tries to keep it together for the team.

Obviously has a lot of fans but they’re too intimidated to approach him.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

strong but silent type

serious about the game

doesn’t talk much but his volleyball game is STRONG

because he doesn’t look like much, opponents are SHOOK when he spikes with a big loud SMACK

Doesn’t brag a lot. His victory cheer is just a simple fist pump.

Will call the shots and sets if needed

Socially kinda awkward

Also has a lot of fans, everyone in the team has a lot of fans but he gets the most love letters in the locker type of thing.

Nicknamed Silent Burn cause of his intense stare and passion while playing.

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

Diluc’s totally opposite brother

Not as serious as Diluc in the game but has a particular talent for it

loves to tease and talk crap about other teams (Zhongli reels him in almost every time)

Don’t let him fool you though, his block game is an iron wall and there’s no getting past him unless you’re quicker.

Possibly the one that skips training the most

Nicknamed Ice Wall cause you think you got the ball past him, you see the cracks, but he pushes back two times stronger

Got the type of fans that are SQUEALING his name and he fuels them by waving back at them.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

Genius. A formidable addition to the team.

Has precise calculations of where he should direct the ball and to whom.

Silent type, a bit like Diluc, but talks more because he likes discussing with others what was wrong with his set and how he can improve it.

Experiments with the other members on different types of sets and attacks.

What he lacks in height he makes up for with intelligence.

Doesn’t have a lot of fans because he looks arrogant but the ones he have are pleasant ones that just lurk around the gym and doesn’t say much. Maybe snapping a picture of him but okay I would too.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

Probably the one that’s most energetic and shouts whenever they get a point.

You have to wonder where the hell his energy and drive is coming from.

The one that shouts praises to his team “Nice one!” “Gotcha!” “Take that!” and also the one that provokes the opponents a lot. “Come get it!” “Come on, you can do better than that!” Zhongli is always hovering around him cause someone has to CALM this man-childe down.

Obnoxiously confident.

Is tall so makes a good middle blocker but he’s fast as well.

Loves competing. Like, he LIVES for the competition.

Fans are basically the same as Kaeya’s, loudly cheering for him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The first thing that everyone notices about him is that he’s SHORT. How did he make the volleyball team?

Bitch he can FLY. His jumps rivals that of a middle blocker’s height.

Surprise attacks are his thing cause the opponents don’t see or think he’s coming at all.

Possibly the quickest in the team, him and Xiao. The wind is on their side.

Looks calm and collected all the time but inside he’s yearning for the game. Giving up is not in his dictionary.

Has fans that will give him chocolates but he’s the type to only say thank you and bow politely and nothing else. Maybe a small smile.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Also short, but his reflexes are top-notch, making him a powerful libero.

When you think all is lost and the ball is about to hit the ground Xiao’s there to catch it. 90% of the time. He’s still training the 10%.

Looks up to the captain A LOT. Like he’s Xiao’s role model and possibly the reason that he tries and trains so hard.

Takes it hard when he can’t catch a ball and has a high sense of responsibility. Even if the team keeps on saying it’s not his fault.

Stoic face but the exhilaration he feels during a game sends him off to a high.

Possibly has the most fans out of everyone because all them high school girls love the bad boy look and attitude. Possibly also has those fans that chase him around and when he says “Don’t get in the way,” the fans legit squeal and love him more.

Does not understand why he has a lot of fans. He just loves the game.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Sweet, sweet boy. Boy-next-door type of vibes.

Can talk to anyone. Doesn’t matter if you’re a rival or an opponent he somehow manages to talk everyone up and make friends everywhere he goes.

Because of that his fans also love talking to him and he doesn’t know how to turn them down.

Joined the volleyball team late so he hasn’t had as much practice as the others but works hard on it.

Motivates the team. Good at boosting team morale even though the score is really crap. 

Will keep cheering until his voice is hoarse

Overall 10/10 perfect nice guy

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[mrsloveislandx]

Another long rant 😡😩😩😭

At this point everyone one in the villa are rattle snakes 🐍 🐍

1. Gabi obviously wants Suresh back !! Using Dana to get what you really want !! We knew it

2. Dana your the worst the friendship option ever in the history of the whole LITG.. I don’t like you!!piss off please 👋🏽 Even when I wanted space and try the least nicest options your here 😭 like what sort of BFF grafts on the ex you want back ?? Then couples up with the girl your ex cheated on you with to make MC’s villa life more complex!! Your the biggest frenemy ever!!! Where are my girls I need Lottie, Priya, Chelsea and Angie to whip yo ass

3. Lulu you’ve watched the show before heading to Casa come on girl have some self respect you seem nice but everyone in there are snakes . If you had better hair I could understand the attraction otherwise ngl you should of signed up for love is blind or married at first sight … hardly a bombshell

4. Meera full of confidence now good for you 👏🏽 however please say you watched the show back to realise I never actually liked Alfie fml

5 . Finn why boy 😩 your like only real friend MC has there. I might jump on your train now but regardless of how Kat can be with MC she’s literally the only one I like there 😂

6. Suresh??? WTF I don’t think I can continue this route I have no expectations for you to redeem yourself!! If your getting steamy in bed with Lulu Boy Bye 👋🏽 I’m stick of MC being a mug for this pixel man if he had any redemption he would be begging for the answer before Casa happened sleeping outside with MC in a ideal world. Tbh if the next recoupling is a girls choice I don’t want to pick him… he should be begging at this point and literally telling everyone how he feels 😡

The writing is so lazy…. this season is not enjoyable at all ,if it weren’t for some writers fan fic I would of stopped… I think I’m gonna take a break until I know the outcome of this game and go back to Season 2 the most realistic series of the game 😂 ✌🏽

[dragonflylady77]

hey hey, it’s dead baby day

Today is 17 August. I hate August.

(I live in New Zealand aka the future)

It’s the worse day of the year for me, because it’s the anniversary of the day I had a termination for medical reasons back in 2006 but tbf the build up, from July is way way worse than the actual day...

Her name was Chloe Isobel Rebecca and I wrote about the whole thing on my old blog, if you want to know more, here’s the link

Today started with my wife going ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ because she forgot to cancel a payment for a thing she was subscribed to and goodbye $80 that we needed to cover some bill payments today. FML

Then it looked up because Mishkit posted a new fic and i am DYING to read it. I legit squeeeeed. It’s the sequel to the Barista!Billy AU and you should definitely read it. Here’s the link to the first one and the link to the sequel

But I need to book the MS900 Fundamentals exam and I’m scared I’m gonna fail even though I’ve been getting good results in the practice exam for the past 2 weeks.

Stupid impostor syndrome and never ending feeling of ‘I’m not good enough’ and ‘I’m not worthy’ and ‘I don’t belong’

and while the billy/harringrove fandom has been amazing and welcoming (I love all of you guys so much), in my every day life I have zero self-confidence

and my wife keeps asking me if there’s anything she can do and she wants to buy me flowers or a present or bake a cake but we have zero money rn (like, actually zero money, there’s under $1 in our account rn) and like, I’m fine, i don’t need anything.

but I’m definitely gonna buy myself that ST tarot deck with the money from the editing gig I just got the first installment for.

[theglowstickchronicles]

On my birthday this year I said 30 kinda sucked, but 31 is going to be better.

HAH.

I'm finally mostly un-blind by eye dilation now, just in time to start getting ready for my ortho appointment. I feel 107 years old.

Neuro said she is 99.99% confident that I have idiopathic intracranial hypertension, but for insurance reasons need an actual ICP reading, so I have to have a stat head CT to rule out a clot and then have a lumbar puncture.

I need to make an appointment with my PCP to figure out some other shit, and also maybe go back on klonopin or something to help me sleep.

I did finally tell my Dad, since he will need to be my ride when everything is happening, plus I will be flat on my back for at least 3 days post-LP and might need help doing stuff.

Once the LP comes back she's going to most likely put me on diamox. I anticipate feeling even shittier than I do now.

Also I absolutely have no patience left for work. Absolutely none.

FML.

[jiminsheart]

Morning Burns | JJK

from this prompt list | masterlist

requested: yes | no

prompt: 47 w/ jjk

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

genre: fluff. that’s it. just fluff - mentions of sex tho

words: 1489

warnings: mature themes, jk and reader have v healthy communication in their relationship

a/n: y’all im literally so pissed that my entire insensitive draft got deleted, you have no idea. i tried to post this so at least you had something to read and get my groove back on before i try to get started on insensitive again :( FML

moral of the story: don’t use microsoft word (T_T)

Although you two had already been dating for months, you’d never really gotten around to having sex yet. Sure, you thought about it – you did have eyes after all, and those chocolate abs were now all yours – and you did do other things, but every time you got close to it Jungkook would quickly back away.

You knew he had plenty of girlfriends before you, and with the way he worked your body it was clear he had more than enough experience. For a while it upset you, were you not good enough for him? It started to take a toll on you, shying away from him whenever he tried to take your clothes off or touch you.

At first, he didn’t seem to mind, taking it as you teasing him. But the longer it went on the more worried he got. Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook had approached you one day while you were watching a movie on his couch.

He stroked your leg, grabbing your attention. “Hey y/n, I have a question for you.”

“Hm?” You looked over to Jungkook, tilting your head.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more distant lately, pulling away whenever we start to get intimate, was there anything bothering you?” Jungkook jumped straight in, desperately wanting to know what was running through your mind.

You looked down, “I don’t really know how to bring it up to you.”

Jungkook moved closer to you, draping his arm over you and pulling you into his chest. “It’s okay, y/n. You can tell me anything, I’m here to listen.”

Taking a deep breath in, you finally voiced your fears to him. “I’m just… just afraid that you don’t see me as attractive as some of your exes before. Honestly, I’m not feeling so confident in the sexual aspect of our relationship.”

“What?” Jungkook was shocked to hear those words come out of your mouth. Had he not been treating you properly? He tried to think of anything he’d done recently that would give you that impression, but Jungkook knew he was a very devoted boyfriend. “No, baby I love you. Why do you feel that way?”

“Then I just don’t understand why you always pull away just before we have sex.” There, it’s all out now.

Jungkook blinked at you, dumbfounded.

Then he blinked some more.

And again.

His mouth had started to look like an open flytrap before you finally spoke up again, having all the answers you needed.

“It’s okay, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.”

Jungkook shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “I’ve just… never found anyone I felt comfortable enough in a relationship to do it with.”

“So, us?” Of course you didn’t want to push him into anything he was uncomfortable with, but you needed to know if he saw you seriously enough to want to share something so special with you in the future.

Jungkook tilted your face up to him, cupping your face in his hands and giving your nose a quick peck. “We’ll get there, baby, I know we will. Just give it a little more time.”

“Of course.” You nodded, acknowledging that he needed his own time to reach that level of comfort and trust with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, now it just feels like I made a big deal of nothing.”

Jungkook rubbed his nose with yours, and you sighed at the overwhelmingly gentle gesture. “You’re not dumb y/n, we just needed to talk it through. Don’t ever apologize for feeling the way you do, I love you.”

Placing your hands on top of his, you returned the favor to his own nose. “Promise you love me?”

Oh and he did more than just promise. He used that oh so sinful mouth of his and showed you just how much he loved you.

Months passed, and Jungkook never failed to show you how much he appreciated you. Though you weren’t exactly insecure, after talking to your boyfriend about your thoughts on the relationship, you were more assured in your place in his life.

You were more than surprised when one night you walked into his dark apartment, all the lights turned off. Confused, you searched around for Jungkook - he’d invited you over to show you a new game he’d just gotten. Figuring he was probably busy playing a few rounds on his computer, you headed over to his bedroom using your phone as a flashlight, not wanting to turn on his lights if he’d purposely left them off..

When you opened the door, you gasped at the sight that greeted you, almost dropping your phone.

All around the room were mini candles and rose petals, casting the walls in a warm glow. Flower petals decorated the floor surrounding the bed, but the best part was the man lying on top of it.

Jungkook lay on his side with his head propped on his arm, naked chest exposed and grinning widely at you. The rest of his body was covered by his blanket, but judging from the slight tent just below, you could tell he’d been waiting a while for you.

“Jungkook! What is this?”

He sat up on the bed, motioning his arms for you to come to him. “You like it? I did this just for you, baby.”

You nodded at him, a little distracted by his chest. Laying your back against his chest, you asked, “But what’s it for?”

Jungkook pushed you down to lay on the bed, climbing on top of you and straddling you between his legs. “I wanted to make tonight special for us,” He whispered. He leaned down and started trailing kisses down your neck towards your chest. “For you.” Raising you up slightly, Jungkook pulled your shirt over your head. “Show you how much you mean to me.”

The rest of the night was spent with Jungkook pressing his love into you, showering you with kisses and words of affection under the candlelight. It was more than you could’ve expected, the gentleness of his hands as they caressed you, the little whispers of love he moaned int your skin.

When you’d woken this morning, his side of the bed was empty and cold but the smell of a burning pan wafted in through the door. You smiled, already knowing the sight awaiting you. Grabbing Jungkook’s shirt off the floor, you quickly slipped it on, ready to catch the lovely boy in the middle of an act you were sure would be endearing.

Stepping into the kitchen, you felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend was glaring down at the pan in front of him which held what you assumed was supposed to be an omelet. It looked more like the pan had taken half of the eggs as a second layer of blackened metal while the top half was still gooey.

Jungkook tugged at his hair, hand on his hip. His nose scrunched up in that way you always loved to tease him about, and his tongue poked out of his mouth slightly. You tried not to ogle his shirtless body as you walked up behind him and snaked your arms around his waist.

“What’s up, boo?”

Jungkook jumped at your voice, clearly having been lost in thought.

Spinning around so he could hold you tighter to his front, Jungkook pouted down at you. “I was trying to make eggs for you but I think it was too hot and burned them.”

You couldn’t help but to let out at a giggle at his expression. “So how do you get half burned, half raw eggs? The math doesn’t seem to add up there, baby.”

“y/n!” he whined, bouncing up and down. “I tried, okay? I was really trying to make you a breakfast you’d enjoy before you woke up but the stupid pan decided to be stupid and burn the stupid eggs.”

You raised an eyebrow at his antics. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

Jungkook’s pout deepend. He lifted you up onto the counter behind you, stepping in between your parted legs. “Yes, and you love me because of it.”

“More like in spite of it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Huh?” Jungkook dove into your neck, tickling the sensitive skin there with his nose, holding you still by the waist as you tried to wiggle away. “What was that? I’m the love of your life? Well thanks y/n, you’re the love of my life too.”

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and snuggled into his chest. “Yeah, okay, you’re the love of my life… I guess.”

You squealed as Jungkook wiggled his arms up the shirt and tickled your sides. 

“You guess, huh? Well I’ll just have to make sure you know it then.”