#need to get it back together tomorrow bc i have stuff to do monday

[risingsunresistance]

it's been a day

[tinycoffeeroom]

new home | arthur hill

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request: here !

requested: Hey saw you were looking for requests for Arthur hill maybe like going on your first holiday together or like moving in together x

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y/nstagram all moved in ! new roomie seems ok, he keeps singing a song about an old cowboy though?

arthurnfhill FEEL LIKE JOHN WAYNE ↳ fan RIDING THROUGH THE CITY ON MY OWN ↳ fan JUST AN OUTLAW ON HIS WAY HOME ↳ fan THE GOOD THE BAD THE UGLY ↳ fan I'VE SEEN IT ALL ↳ y/nstagram thanks for the karaoke guys x

lisahull_hill my big boy all grown up :( can't wait to come see what you do with the place x ↳ arthurnfhill mum i've not lived at home for years... ↳ lisahull_hill you've never lived with a girlfriend though! x ↳ y/nstagram lisa i need you to come round soon and help me i'm about to have a breakdown over sofa cushions x ↳ lisahull_hill i'll pop round tomorrow x

fan why is the champagne in the sink tho ↳ y/nstagram freezer machine Broke ↳ y/nstagram on a real note though, fuck currys bc WHY has our freezer been delayed by a week ↳ fan i'll fight them queen ♥️ y/nstagram

fan the books... can't wait to see the book nook!!! ↳ y/nstagram i'm so excited!!! annoyed arthur half to death talking about different bookcase options but i found a gorgeous set on facebook marketplace and its gonna look SO GOOD!! ↳ fan pls give us a tour!!!! ↳ y/nstagram keep a look out on my stories xx

georgeclarkeey it's not too late to come home arthur, your side of the bed feels so empty x ↳ y/nstagram womp womp go shag the other arthur or something ↳ georgeclarkeey he won't open his door :( ↳ arthurtv im protecting my peace ↳ georgeclarkeey im grieving the loss of my boyfriend and you won't even give me a cuddle </3 ↳ arthurnfhill i'm not dead????? ↳ georgeclarkeey it's like i can still hear his voice sometimes... ↳ arthurnfhill i hate it here

bffstagram georgeclarkeey can u have arthur over the weekend, i want a girls night with my gf x ↳ georgeclarkeey only if you take him back on the monday, i have stuff to do ↳ arthurnfhill feeling very much like basil right now ↳ willne uncalled for? ↳ miaxmon i have sole custody of basil pls delete arthur it's a sore spot for will ↳ arthurnfhill only if he apologises for making fun of my mullet AND THEN getting one himself ↳ willne y'know what the basil jokes aren't too bad

fan need a relationship like theirs PLEASE ↳ arthurnfhill all she does is bully me??? seek help ↳ y/nstagram ARTHUR i only bully you like 50% of the time... and you do it too ↳ arthurnfhill i would never bully my girlfriend ↳ y/nstagram the notebook night? ↳ arthurnfhill ok point taken ↳ fan parents <3 ♥️ y/nstagram, arthurnfhill

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Even with all the preparation that had gone into the move, you were still unprepared for the overwhelming amount of boxes that lined the halls of your new flat.

You and Arthur had discussed the idea of buying a house, but with his job being based in central London and the two of you still being young, renting a flat seemed like the best option before diving head first into the nightmare that was mortgages and white picket fences.

The first night the two of you moved in, only the TV and mattress had been unpacked, the stress of bringing all the boxes in tiring the both of you out to the point where the mattress lay haphazardly in the middle of the room and the TV lay slanted against the living room wall.

Arthur lay beside you, eyes half heartedly looking through Uber Eats open on his phone. "Chinese or Indian?"

You took a moment, trying to decipher what you would prefer most. "Hmm, maybe pizza? The other two require utensils and to be honest, I have no idea where our kitchen stuff is."

Arthur hums in response, turning his head to look past you. "I'm pretty sure they're in the bathroom, I think I tripped over our bowls when I went to pee."

Exhaustion must be catching up to you as you don't even question how the boxes labelled "KITCHEN" in black sharpie had ended up there.

After the pizza had been ordered, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, the quiet drone of whichever episode of Friends was queued on the TV floating through the air. A bottle of red wine had been opened at some point and the two half full glasses sit precariously on fake wood floors.

You must have slightly fallen asleep at some point, coming around to the smell of freshly cooked dough and a smiling Arthur staring down at you.

"You were dead to the world, not even the sound of me stacking it over our bathroom towels could wake you." He laughs at the memory, sitting down beside you and handing you a box.

You raise the lid, welcoming the mouthwatering scent of pizza as you shuffle up to sit. "I could smell the pizza."

Arthur guffaws around the piece stuffed halfway into his mouth, eyeing you playfully. "Of course it was the food that raised you from the dead."

Shoving his shoulder with your own, you tuck into the meal in front of you, eyes tuned on the TV as The One with All the Thanksgivings starts playing.

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It had been a stressful few days. You weren't lying when you told Lisa you were about to have a breakdown over sofa cushions. Luckily, she'd popped round the next day, armed with a small mini fridge and freezer which she made Arthur carry into the house. You could have cried when she produced a cute "congratulations on your new home" card and a bouquet of sunflowers.

The two of you sat on the half put together sofa and scoured the Dunelm website for all their cushion options, opting for some light brown teddy bear ones and some darker brown velvet cushions. Arthur stayed out of the interior design chat, instead opting to run some water into a pint glass for the flowers and bring over two cups of tea for both of you before he disappeared off into his studio room to sort out the wiring.

"Typical man, leaving us to make the place look pretty."

You giggled at Lisa's comment, pointing out the framed artworks sitting propped against the wall. "He picked those out, to be fair to him. We decided he'd do the decorating and I'd just focus on the furnishings."

You continued on your Dunelm hunt, bookmarking everything you thought would look good in your new home, Lisa throwing in a few suggestions as to what you may need. By the time the two of you felt you had sufficiently scoured the website, it was nearing dinner time. Arthur popped his head round the corner to ask if you wanted him to run out and grab something to eat, but Lisa shook off his question, grabbing your hand and her car keys.

"Y/N, we'll nip out now and pick up a few bits, including a vase," she eyed the pint glass begging to tip over, "and we'll pick up some dinner too."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, smiling at how Lisa had taken you under her wing. Ever since he'd introduced the two of you, she'd taken an immediate shining to you, often sending you silly pictures that reminded her of you or organising coffee dates for the both of you to catch up.

One round trip for a vase and some cleaning essentials as well as a nice pub that did takeaway carveries later, you and Lisa bundle through the front door, giggling about the man in the elevator who had assumed the two of you were mother and daughter. Lisa had replied a cheeky "not yet" and had thrown a wink your way.

Arthur had moved from his studio to the living room, head popping over the back of the sofa at the sound of the two of you laughing. "What did I miss?"

One look at Lisa had you both giggling again, waving Arthur off as you unpacked the takeaway bowls of carvery and scoured the boxes for cutlery.

Arthur eyed the two of you warily, directing his mum to the sofa as he came to search for some glasses for the bottles of Coke you had picked up as well. Dropping a small kiss to the back of your neck, he smiled fondly when your eyes meet.

"This is nice."

You hummed, working on taking off the plastic lids. "Yeah, we were lucky to find the pub, Google Maps was useless."

He shook his head, one arm wrapping around your waist as he looks at his mum setting in on the sofa. "No, I mean this. Being sat in our home and listening to you and Mum laughing about god knows what. I was so worried when I introduced you that she wouldn't like you, I don't even know why, it's impossible to hate you. But, it's nice. I'm happy."

You turned in his grasp, hand coming to rest on the side of his neck. A soft smile overtook your lips at the serene expression on his face. "I'm happy too. I'm glad we did this. I love you."

He matched your smile, a small "I love you too" passing his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to yours.

"Hey, hungry mum over here!"

Lisa's voice broke the bubble around the two of you, both of you looking over to see Lisa smiling fondly from the sofa.

"My apologies, dear Lisa, let me bring it over now!" Laughing softly, you press one last kiss to Arthur's lips before sliding out of his embrace.

The three of you eat in comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the TV and the occasional comment about the dinner from one of you.

The sun had long since set and you and Arthur tried to convince Lisa to stay, but she shook her head, stating the two of you needed your own space and left soon after, leaving behind warm hugs and a kiss to both of your heads.

Choosing to tidy up tomorrow, you both head to bed. You slid in first, welcoming Arthur's warm embrace as you settle in for the night. He peppered soft kisses to your shoulder blade, nuzzling his head into the spot afterwards. "Goodnight, I love you."

Brushing a hand through his unruly hair, you dropped a kiss to the crown of his head. "I love you too." Taking in the surprising quietness of central London, you closed your eyes, excited to wake up to a new day in your new home.

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a/n: love love loveeeeee doing arthur hill requests <3 had to include my queen lisa x

[whoblewboobear]

Just realized that I still haven’t recovered fully from the holiday party last week. The amount of small talk and social interaction and overstimulating really fucked me so severely bc I truly was already at like a 50% mentally that day.

Over the weekend I mostly slept, and then Monday I still woke up and then went in completely exhausted. I think if I didn’t call out today I would’ve been in worse shape. I ended up in worse shape anyway but good god. I’m taking my pill tonight immediately after dinner and finishing my neo yokio rewatch and playing stardew until I get tired. I just wanna feel okay, and I have enough coping mechanisms to get to ‘okay.’

I don’t see my therapist for another two weeks and I still don’t know when I’ll be back with my other therapist now that she’s been back from medical leave. My current told me my other therapist was taking back her clients now, just to be told a week later that she couldn’t accept anyone else yet. I just hate doing appointments over zoom in the house because I can’t talk about stuff going on with my family comfortably bc my mom is listening and then gets pissy when I talk about what she’s done.

I think I’ll call the office tomorrow to ask when my other therapist will take more clients bc I made so much progress with her vs every other therapist I’ve had over the years. Now it feels like I can’t go long without a bad depressive episode hitting again and then my therapist cancels. I know I need to be seen every week and at this point it’s maybe once or twice a month and then I’m just trying to cope and cope and cope until I see her next. It’s just.. I need that support and I’m not getting it. It just sucks, man.

Every time something happens it’s like I’m not recovering fast enough or my mental health is so fucked that I can’t deal with it properly. Thankfully I haven’t had as much suicidal ideation as in the past but fuck man. It’s those small thoughts that creep in so fast and it scares me a little bc I do want to live. I just want life to be a bit easier.

I meet with my boss for our weekly meeting again tomorrow and I just don’t wanna deal with it I just.. I need this year to be over. I need my vacation days back. I need a week off to just get my shit together or feel whatever I need to feel because I’m fucking drowning.

I felt better last week and everyone at work kept commenting on it and I could just slowly feel the depressive episode creeping in and I just.. people treat me so differently when I’m feeling depressed and I’m tired of being told I’m cold or mean or quiet when I can’t help it. It just reminds me of when my sister called me cold and selfish. Or how my mom treats me when I’m depressed.

I’ve been gone for hours at this point and I’m sure neither of my parents even noticed. I don’t even think they would’ve noticed I called out today if I didn’t forget my bag in the bathroom this morning when I went to lay back down.

I just want the people in my life to care more and they never do and I end up isolated whether I want to be alone or not.

[girltomboy]

I've been meaning to write another post, but I kept forgetting or putting it off or not having time. My parents left on Monday. I was starting to get used to early mornings and breakfast with my mom, so I was quite sad that she was leaving, and my apartment felt so different without her. Ofc I'm all good now, got back into my usual routine, with a positive spin on it thanks to my mom - getting up right away instead of snoozing some more in the morning. I mean I've never been the kind of person who sets several alarms and snoozes most of them. I wake up after the first one and that's it. But lately I'd gotten into the habit of lingering in bed, and my mom fixed that for me. It's actually quite nice to start my morning right away, it makes me feel like I've unlocked Time+ and I'm like generating more time. And I can actually eat breakfast, drink a warm beverage, I work better.

Anyway, my bf and I reunited yesterday (and had sex twice in a row for the 1st time ever lol - I mean we've had sex multiple times in a day before, but not in a row... it was kinda crazy good too) and had some quick dinner, then went for a short grocery trip to the supermarket. We actually didn't spend that much time together, and today he didn't want to meet up bc he had some chores to do at his apartment. And tomorrow is his bday but I think the gifts I got him are kinda lame 😓 I didn't find anything I planned on getting him. He needs a new backpack, but I haven't been able to find one that is spacious, sturdy, and nice looking. I've also considered buying him a winter coat, but I'm not too sure about his size. And I've been looking for like a sweater or a sweatshirt, but there are absolutely no options in men's sections. Like, anywhere. It's either navy, gray, beige, or white (if you're lucky), OR ugly graphic tees and hoodies. That is pretty much all men's fashion nowadays. I'm BORED. I keep telling my bf he needs more than just some graphic tees and hoodies, but he's like I don't really like anything else. And with the current options I can't even blame him. We need to go thrift shopping together. God damn I'm taking him to the thrift store in the city center. I found some really high quality and cool looking things there a while back.

So my stepdad needs to do a check-up on Friday, and my parents are gonna bring me some stuff. My mom told me that my stepdad's sister gave her a "camel hair blanket" for me a while ago, and she never got around to giving it to me. I had no idea they made BLANKETS - or anything else tbh - from camel hair, but now I'm super curious and excited about it lol. I have plenty of plans for this week: bf's bday tomorrow, parents coming here Friday (they won't be staying though), date night with my bf on Friday? We HAVE to go thrifting and then have dinner somewhere, haven't decided where yet 😬 Saturday I'm going to my work friend's roommate's birthday which is EXCITING because I haven't been in a social setting like this in ages (I mean with ppl I don't know) but I'm also nervous bc I don't know if she'll like the gift I got her... (the book Snowglobe and a cat shaped metal bookmark). And then on Sunday my work friend and I are gonna watch some movies.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3604

today was too hot but i didn't spend nearly as much time outside i did today as i did yesterday. i went outside to my car, stopped for gas, and then went to work. then i came back to londonderry, went to the mall for a few things, stopped at mcnaldos, and came home.

work was chill - i got to edit a couple travel briefings so that don't look or read awful and do they're properly punctuated and shit. god i'm so glad they have me because those were BAD.

and i realized that all else aside, i like my job. i don't like the long-ass days, and i don't like the long-ass commute, and i certainly don't like the long-ass walk to the garage, but i like making sure people are safe. i like watching out for people. i like editing and writing reports and making things make sense for other people. i like all of that.

it's just the getting there and the being there that's the problem.

anyway, the day was quiet. i just wish i didn't have to get up early tomorrow. again.

i went to the mall to get my screen protectors replaced. it was a great idea because they're no longer fucked up and i can read things again. plus the guy that put them on was REALLY good at it and didn't even need the little box frame things to help you center the protectors on the screen. wild. i also got a pair of flip flops bc i severely underestimated how much my foot would hurt in my sandals.

and i stopped at boxlunch and went to look at their wallets, which were all locked in a box so i couldn't actually look at them without bothering the attendant, so i just walked around and i picked up two kirby things because i love kirby and it's been a minute since i last got something i didn't really need but wanted anyway.

after leaving the mall, i asked joel if he was done with his game and then if he needed a ride back home. he took a little bit of time to reply with each answer, so by the time he said he'd figure out a way home i'd already stopped at mcnaldos and eaten 98% of my meal AND i was about forty seconds from the house. so i was relieved when joel said he would find a way home.

but apparently not a lot of people are ubering today bc he got back maybe ten minutes ago or so.

i hope he's doing alright. i worry about him.

i wish i didn't constantly have things to do. i wish we could spend a few days together, just us, playing games and going to a museum and checking out landmarks and stuff or something. i miss us-time. i miss going on dates with him. the timing of my job is really what is fucking me over, and i am Done with it tbh. i genuinely need to be monday through friday at a normal time in order to be a person. wouldn't that be delightful? i could actually see my friends and go on dates with joel again.

i'm tired.

[scuttling]

Trophy Husband

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,188 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Dry humping, Unprotected sex, a lil Daddy kink Summary: Requested by anon: “maybe some dad bod hotch smut? like where he’s newly retired and hasn’t been working out as much and the reader worships his body bc he’s been feeling a little insecure” I love some dad bod Hotch, so happy to fill this request! Link to A03 or read below!

“No, we’re not doing forced overtime again. If you want my team to put out more consults, then we need to hire more profilers.” You walk through your front door and into the kitchen, smiling when you see Aaron standing over the stove, holding a wooden spoon and stirring something that smells amazing. “With all due respect, I’m not concerned about the budget, sir; if my people are as valuable as you stated, then I expect them to be taken care of.��

Aaron looks back at you, wrinkles his nose, and you make a motion with your hands—blah, blah, blah—which makes him chuckle.

“I agree completely, sir. That’s a great idea. If you send down the requisitions tomorrow, I’ll start interviewing on Monday. No, thank you. Good night.” You lock your phone, set your bag on the stool closest to you, and sigh. “Was it this hard to get stuff done when you were the unit chief?”

“No, it’s definitely harder now, but you make it look easy. And sexy,” he says with a smirk, and you walk over to him; he offers a taste of what he’s making—it looks like paella, and your stomach rumbles—and you lean in to take a bite off of the spoon, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over your lips. His eyes get dark.

Even after ten years of marriage, he’s so easy to get going, it’s almost unfair.

“Delicious, daddy, thank you.” You stand up fully, and he turns back to the stove; your arms wrap easily around his waist, cheek pressed to the soft, worn t-shirt that covers his back. “How was your day? Are you still enjoying the life of a trophy husband?” He snorts, muscles tensing enough that you can feel it where you rest.

“Hardly.” He was in such a good mood a moment ago that this feels like a complete 180; profiler or not, you know your husband, and something’s on his mind. You tighten your embrace, and he shrugs you off a little, and that is practically unheard of. You stand, take a step back to look at him.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t getting bored of retirement already, are you? It’s only been six months.” He sighs, shakes his head. You’re sure you look confused.

“No, retirement is fine; it’s great, actually, it’s not that.” Typical Aaron, always making you drag this shit out of him. For being so sweet and kind, he’s still not that great at being open, even though you make every effort to encourage it.

“What is it, sweetheart? Something is obviously bothering you; we should talk about it.” Another deep exhale, and he turns off the burner, moves the pan of food off of the heat, and turns to face you fully.

“I imagine you already know.” You shake your head, shrug, and he gestures to himself, to his body. You feel stupid, like there’s something you’re missing.

“Aaron, love of my life, I don’t have any idea what this means.” You mimic his previous motion, and he rolls his eyes, which you can’t stand, and he’s well aware of that. “You’ve got to give me more than that, or I can’t help.”

“You can’t help, it just… is.” He sighs, and his shoulders deflate. You move closer, to touch him, comfort him, but he takes a step back. “I know I’m not the ‘trophy husband’ you probably expected me to be. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

You do your best to put together these cryptic sentences, the hand gesture, and when realization finally dawns on you, you can’t help it: you laugh.

Aaron turns away, and you know that was shitty, feel instantly terrible, so you reach out to put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just… you don’t think you’re hot anymore?” He turns to face you, looking at you like he’s tired of your shenanigans, which… after this long, he should be plenty used to them, so the look does nothing for you.

“I’ve gotten… soft, I think that’s obvious.” At that, you smirk a little, move your hands to the button on his jeans.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything soft about you, Aaron. Why don’t you let me put your cock in my mouth, and we’ll check again.”

“You wanted me to talk, I’m talking.” His tone is a little admonishing, and you kind of deserve it, so you stop being horny for a second and take a deep breath.

“You’re right. Sorry. So… you’re exercising less, because obviously you don’t need to be as fit anymore, since you’re not working. Am I following?” He nods his head. “Okay, and you’re feeling… insecure about the way your body looks now, because of it.”

“Yes. Especially when you, Unit Chief Hotchner, are kicking ass and looking fucking delicious doing it, and then you have to come home to me.”

It’s like a switch is flipped in you, at those words. Oh hell no.

“Hold on here. I don’t have to come home to you, I get to come home to you; every night I do, it’s like a dream come true, and on the nights I don’t get to come home to you, I dream about it. I dream about being in your arms—strong arms, always, even if they’re less defined—and I dream about making love to you and fucking you and everything in between. You: not the Aaron of two months ago or six months ago or five years ago. You.”

He looks your face over—you’re getting fired up and you know it, and it turns him on and you also know that—and then the two of you come together for a deep, desperate kiss. Your hands fist in his hair, his roughly grab your ass, and when you pull back for air he turns you so you’re bent over the counter, searches for the zipper of your skirt.

“No!” He freezes, then steps back, and you stand up, flushed. “I’m sorry, not no—just, not here.” He blows out a breath, and you kiss him softly, sorry you scared him. “It’s just that… I want to lay you back on our bed, completely naked, and I want to put my mouth and my hands on you, everywhere. I want you to see what your body does to me, exactly as it is right now. I get that that might make you feel a little vulnerable, but will you let me?” You press your lips to his again, put your hands gently on his face. “Let me, baby.”

He nods, and you take his hand, take him to your bedroom. He’s visibly nervous, so you move his hands to your body, let him strip you naked first. He always takes pleasure in this, whether he is ripping the buttons off your favorite blouse or softly mouthing at your thighs while he drags your panties down your legs, and tonight is no exception.

“So beautiful, baby,” he murmurs as he finds that zip and drags it down, helping you step out of the skirt. You kick off your heels, and he unbuttons your top—carefully, tonight—then unhooks your bra, pulls you close and kisses your neck and chest so deliciously you almost forget what brought you here.

You lick your lips, shake yourself from the haze of submission you always feel when his mouth is at your throat, and your hands flick open the button of his jeans, tug down the zipper, guide his pants to the floor. He steps out of them, and you kiss his mouth.

Your hands move up, to the hem of his t-shirt, but you do nothing. He smirks, pulls it over his head, because he knows you love that hot guy way of pulling a t-shirt off with one hand, and he happens to be a master of it. You do your best not to drool.

“Mmm. You know exactly what I like, Aaron. There’s nobody in this world who could turn me on like you, who could get me off like you.” He licks his lips, and you get on your knees, running your hands down his body as you go. “Toes to nose, you are exactly who and what I want. Don’t ever forget that.”

You start low, press your lips to the tops of his feet, then his ankles, his calves, his knees. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, but you keep moving up, slowly, until your hands find the waistband of his underwear and you pull them down. His cock springs up—this in particular is never a problem, no matter his age—and you kiss up his thighs and then rise to stand.

“Baby,” he breathes, and you lean up for a kiss, drop your panties. He grabs a fistful of your hair, takes another, rougher kiss, then releases you; you’re panting hard, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. God, he’s good. How could he ever doubt his sex appeal when he makes you this much of a horny, eager mess with just a kiss?

You guide him back to the bed because he’s too tall for you to reach everywhere standing up; you start at his right wrist, kiss your way to the crook of his elbow, over his biceps, to his shoulder. You trail your lips over his collarbone, his throat, pausing to nibble on his earlobes, to peck him on the tip of his nose.

“I love you so much, Aaron. You are and always will be perfect in my eyes. I barely even notice when you’re being a dick anymore,” you joke, and he laughs; steamy and sexy is really good, but it’s your favorite when he laughs.

You kiss down the other side of his neck, down his arm, but this time you bring his hand up and suck on his middle and ring fingers, taking them so deeply you can flick your tongue over his wedding ring. He groans, you groan, it’s really hot. Your pussy throbs.

“Fuck, baby.” You pull them out of your mouth with an innocent smile, and then straddle his legs, leaning forward to suck and bite kisses all over his stomach and hips, avoiding his cock altogether. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” he breathes, reaching for your hair, and you slide your arms up his chest, squeeze the muscles there that are softer, but still present, while you kiss wetly along his belly.

“Mmm,” you moan while you kiss, because you’re kind of… lined up tight against his thigh, and it feels really good.

You keep kissing, all over, sloppy, eager kisses, rubbing his chest and grinding against his thigh, and it’s a surprise to you both when you come, looking up at him with your mouth open and your nails digging into his skin.

“Holy fuck,” you sigh when you’re done—there’s no sugarcoating this—humping his leg, and he licks his lips, wraps his hands around your arms, and maneuvers you on onto your back, slides his cock easily inside you where you’re wet and warm. “Yes, Aaron.”

“Oh, baby. Fuck, I love you,” he groans, and he laces your fingers with his and tucks his face against your neck. You love when he gets like this, so desperate to come but so soft, so loving, and you squeeze him with your legs, push your body into his thrusts.

“Like that, honey, just like that,” you breathe, mouthing at his shoulder, your free hand clutching at his back. “Come inside me, daddy; pin me with your big body like you always do and come inside me. Love it, want it, need it.”

He moans into your throat, works his hips harder, faster, and you hold him when he comes, smoothing your palm over his skin. He looks down at you, and love shines in his eyes just like always; your heart melts a little. That’s something you’ll never get tired of seeing as long as you live.

He pulls out, replaces his cock with his fingers and brings you to orgasm again, still looking into your eyes, and he catches your last gasping moan with his lips.

You’re both tired after that, not as young as you used to be, and you pull him on top of your body again, a warm, reassuring weight; underneath him is your favorite place to be, always has been, always will be.

“Trophy husband,” you coo in his ear, scraping fingers through his hair. He chuckles softly, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“Badass wife.”

“Mm hmm, and don’t you forget it.” After a couple minutes, your stomach rumbles, and Aaron climbs off of you, returns with the whole pan of paella, two spoons, and a bottle of white wine. “No glasses?” you ask, teasing, sitting up against the pillows, and he shakes his head, wrinkles his nose.

“Nah, I like it better this way. My lips where your lips have been.” He leans in for a soft, slow, sultry kiss, and you sigh when it’s over, lean your head against his shoulder, and smile.

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[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

[bo0zey]

my friend who doesn’t have adhd and just wants an adderall perscription: i definitely have adhd like i never pay attention and i’m such a procrastinator omg lol btw i’m at the library studying and doing homework that’s not due until 3 days ugh what are you doing have you started studying yet we have those worksheets due tomorrow remember and it’s already 6pm! omg what do u mean u haven’t started the paper yet it’s literally due in 3 hrs omg no it’s ok i’ll just send u mine bc i’ve been working on it all day haha and omg i’m trying to pay attention to the lecture can u stop talking to me why r u reading online manga in class the exam is in 2 days pay attention! also i need caffeine to stay awake i love monster energy drinks they work so well i won’t be able to sleep tonight oh no also i took adderall 3hrs ago and now i’m super anxious but it’s not the adderall lol ugh i won’t be able to sleep tonjght ughh

me, someone who actually has adhd, pre-diagnosis: studying is so hard and i don’t want to do it and i literally can’t until hours before the exam and by then i’m so exhausted bc it’s like 3am but if i drink coffee or monster or bang i just get sleepier also i procrastinate entire research papers including the research hours before the due date even tho i knew abt the paper for a month and i wrote it in my assignment notebook every day knowing i needed to do it and i drink coffee before bed bc it relaxes me n makes me sleepy im constantly moving and shifting in my seat in class and i got paid 4 hrs ago and bought $500 worth of amazon products and now i don’t have any money for groceries for the next 2 weeks my thoughts go so fast and they’re so loud i can’t follow a conversation let alone a class lecture paying attention to anything i don’t care abt but am supposed to is impossible if i don’t write everything i need to do down i will forget about it and if i put my keys or vape or anything somewhere besides it’s designated spot for 1 minute i will literally forget where it is and if something isn’t directly in my line of sight i will forget i have it so i have to place everything in my line of sight for me to remember to use it and ok i’m at work i have a 14hr shift and a set of tasks i need to complete omg i’m so overwhelmed and frazzled i write down the list of tasks every shift and check off boxes to remember to do things but even then i still fall behind and why am i overwhelmed i know what i have to do please don’t ask me to do that thing i’m already trying to remember to do one thing ahhh ok i’m so exhausted it’s 12am and everyone’s asleep i have 3hrs left of my shift omg i’m so bored and tired ok i will have coffee and an energy drink to wake up bc i don’t wanna fall asleep here and i have an hour drive back home and oh wow i am now driving on the way and dozing off i am so sleepy sleepy sleepy why can’t i stay i awake i had 300mg of caffeine like 2hrs ago i’m going to crash the car why isn’t this energy drink working and hmm ok it’s now monday night i have school tmrw it’s 11pm i guess i’ll try n sleep i have class at 9am oh wait what is this sudden wakefulness i feel i am very awake i think i will maybe try to do homework to get tired actually no i think i will go on the internet instead hmm look at those cool show i think i will watch it ugh ok that was the longest 30min of my life i will not be able to watch another episode for at least 2 days probably oh it’s 3am i need to sleep but i can’t shut my brain off ugh oh no this sucks i hate myself why can’t i just get my shit together i know what i have to do but i just can’t fucking do it it’s so frustrating i’m trying so hard but i keep self sabotaging why why why

me, after being diagnosed w adhd and starting medication: wow for the first time in 8 years i’m actually paying attention in class and actively following what my professor is saying. i think i will do some homework now so i am not overwhelmed later. uh oh my dishes are starting to stack up i think i will clean them instead of starting a new pile. hmm my room is getting a little messy i think i will put things away including the clean clothes on that chair i’d been avoiding putting away for a week. i am following our conversation and i will wait until you are finished until it is my turn to speak instead of blurting out or interrupting you. oh i just got paid! hmm do i really need all of that online shopping stuff..? i think i will wait for a little bit and come back to it if i rlly want it bc what if something happens during the week and i need money to pay for it? oh i have to go to work it’s a 14hr shift; i am able to complete the tasks i need to do with ease bc i know what to do and when to do them and am no longer overwhelmed. i don’t need to drink that energy drink bc i know it will just make me more sleepy and i’ll doze off at the wheel on the highway and i don’t want that! ok i’m home yawn i think i will try n go to sleep it’s 11pm and i am genuinely tired.

[13-reasons-ideas]

I love that you’re one of the few writers that will write about Monty. I don’t support what he did but I love how much of a complex character do you think you could do a imagine where the reader used to date Monty but broke up bc of his recklessness. She started dating Justin but found out he cheated on her by hooking up with Jessica. Then Monty sneaks into her bedroom window and comforts her and it’s fluffy

“I’m sorry Montgomery.”

“Why (Y/N)?”

“I just can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep watching you self-destruct. I thought that when we got together, that maybe you would stop? That you would realize that your reckless behaviour had to come to an end? You’re an adult now. Your behaviour has actual, real consequences.”

“Self-destruct? You think that’s what it is?”

“I don’t know Monty. That’s just it. You don’t let me in. I never know what is going on in your head. I get you don’t like talking about stuff, but when you’re in a relationship with someone, you’re supposed to talk to them.”

“This is stupid.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way. But you can’t sit here and tell me you haven’t seen this coming. Your behaviour needs to change. Your recklessness needs to stop. Before you do something you really regret or gets you hurt. Or worse. I just can’t be around to see it.”

“(Y/N) please. I’m trying.” He said, grabbing my hand.

“I really am sorry Montgomery. I hope you figure things out.” I smiled sadly at him before walking away, trying my damnedest to hold back tears. I couldn’t bring myself to look back.

TWO MONTHS LATER

I walked into school with my bag slung haphazardly over my shoulder, listening to a podcast on my phone. Before I could make my way to my locker, I was stopped abruptly by a blue and white jacket, causing me to stumble.

“Oof.” I grunted.

“Shit, sorry.” I heard Justin Foley, er… Jensen. Foley-Jensen? say.

“Yeah, whatever.” I replied, trying to walk away from him. Birds of a feather flock together. Same principle for jocks.

“Actually hey (Y/N). Wait up a second.”

I stopped and turned to him, “yes Justin? What can I do for you?”

“Well, when you put it that way, you can let me take you to dinner on Saturday.” He told me, rather than asked. I think I saw his chest puff out a bit.

“Uh, let me think for a minute about that.” I said, fully intending to say no. Suddenly I saw a familiar flannel shirt coming towards us. Making a show of thinking about it before responding, “pick me up at 7. I’ll text you my address.” I turned and walked away. Behind me I could practically hear Montgomery ringing Justin’s neck in his head. As I made my way to physics, I felt someone’s eyes on me. I didn’t need to turn to know who was watching.

Justin kept his word and was outside my house at 6:55 on Saturday. My mom let him in as I was grabbing my coat from my room. “Samantha is just about ready Justin, why don’t you have a seat.” I heard her say to him. Oh no, not the seat trick.

Running out of my room with my coat, I yelled, “that’s okay mom. I’m ready. He doesn’t need to sit.” When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped. “Hey Justin.”

“Hey Sam.” He waved, “you look pretty tonight.”

I giggled quietly, “thanks.” I haven’t giggled in a long time. Pulling on a pair of worn chucks, I pulled on my coat and Justin led me out to the car. “Bye Mom. Don’t wait up.”

We joked around in the car a bit on the way to the restaurant. “Wait, so you actually told Clay that you’re a ‘fucking awesome driver’ and he believed you? Clay?”

“Yes. And I am, or had you not noticed?” He confirmed, motioning to the steering wheel with one hand.

“No, no I noticed. I’m just surprised Clay agreed. It took him like eight years to acknowledge you as more than ‘that kid’ or ‘ew Justin’.”

“Well, detoxing in a guy’s bedroom can do things to your relationship.”

“You puked on his bed, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… not my finest moment. At least it wasn’t Tony’s jacket.”

“Meh, happens to the best of us. Sometimes it happens. You’re right though. If it was Tony’s jacket, he would have killed you so you were all dead.”

“As opposed to?”

“Just mostly dead.”

Justin laughed heartily at the cheesy joke, “That was a good movie.”

We arrived at the local Italian restaurant and Justin was a wonderful gentleman. He opened my door for me, and we walked hand in hand to the door, which he also opened for me. After we were seated and had ordered, we continued our conversation from the car. “So, skipping over the ‘I was friends with Bryce Walker and that was a time’ thing, who are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’ve known each other since we were in middle school and all I know about you is you’re a jock, you were friends with Bryce, you dated Jessica Davis, and you were adopted by the Jensen’s for reasons I don’t think we need to discuss too much right now.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What do you like?”

“Like in general?”

“Yes. What does Justin like?”

“Hmmm… okay. Justin likes crappy movies.”

“Okay. What else do you like?”

“Annoying Clay.”

“Well that’s a given. Something I don’t know please?”

“You.” He responded, taking a sip of his water.

I blushed, and played with a strand of my hair, “oh?”

“Yeah. Why else would I have asked you to dinner?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t want to go to a restaurant by yourself?”

“Oh, sweetie. I wouldn’t just ask you for that. I would bring Clay or something. Or put my big boy pants on and come by myself.”

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” I surrendered as our meals came. I tried to hold back a very not first date appropriate moan as I took a bite. My eyes widened instead and Justin chuckled. At least, until he had a bite of his own food. His eyes widened and rolled back slightly. Wow. That’s… wow.

After a few more bites of the wonderful food, Justin directed his attention back to me, “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you like?”

“Oh umm, I like to run.” I said simply. I usually save the absentee father thing for the third date.

“That’s cool. What do you like about it?”

“I like that I can do it by myself and its just me, whatever I’m listening to at the time, and the pavement. I can just focus on that.”

“I can understand that. What else do you like?”

“I like art.”

“I know. I’ve seen you at lunch, hunched over your sketchbook. You always look so focused.”

“It’s nice to have something specific to focus on and get an end result that lasts a lifetime.”

“Can I see some of your drawing sometime?”

“Sure. Only if you let me draw you though.”

“Like one of your French girls?”

“No, you perv. You.”

“Okay, deal.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

After dinner was done, we made a stop at Monet’s for some dessert. We split a slice of cake and a cookie before calling it a night. He drove me home and we sat in the car for a while, neither of us wanting the night to end. “I should probably head inside. It’s getting late.” I whispered.

“You should. But do you want to?” he whispered back, reaching over to turn my face towards him.

“No.” I whispered back.

“Me either.”

My eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He nodded almost imperceptibly, and I leaned in slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. They were smooth and tasted like vanilla.

I pulled away first, not really wanting to. “I should go inside now.” I whispered softly, so as not to ruin our moment.

“Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Okay.” I nodded and reached for the door handle.

“Bye (Y/N).”

“Bye Justin.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He’s really trying to drag this out.

“Bye. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and see you at school on Monday.”

“Okay.” He nodded and I took that as my queue to exit the vehicle. He waited for me to unlock the door and enter the house before leaving. I waved to him from my doorway as he backed out of my driveway and made his way home. That was perfect.

Justin called me the next day around one and we spent two hours on the phone together, just talking about random stuff. I learned of his very odd dislike of watermelon and he listened intently as I explained various art mediums. By the time Monday morning rolled around, I had a whole different idea of who Justin was. He was no longer the somewhat cocky jock. He was the sensitive boy I had only heard existed from friends of friends.

Monday morning, I decided to actually get up early and make myself look at least a little nice. I pulled out my favourite outfit, did stuff to my hair, and put on a touch of makeup. I stopped to get a coffee on my way and asked the barista what Justin’s order usually was. She was working Saturday night and saw us together, so she gave it to me readily. When I got to school, I sought Justin out and surprised him with his coffee. “Katie told me your order.” I explained at his questioning look.

“Thank you, it’s perfect.” He said, pulling me into his side and kissing the side of my head. I smiled, taking a sip of my own coffee and leaning into him.

“You guys are already cute. It’s sickening.” Clay said, giving Justin a light push. Once again, I felt someone’s eyes on the back of my head and had to resist the urge to turn to look at him. We broke up. Quit staring at me. If Clay noticed, he didn’t mention who was staring at me. Justin and I talked a bit before I had to literally run to Physics. I turned around to wave to him and I caught sight of Monty standing at his locker, looking as cranky and pissed off as ever.

Between classes, I was minding my own business, going over some biology notes, when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into an empty classroom. “Jesus. Could give a girl some warning before you grab her.” I spoke into the darkness. The sound of the door locking set my body on edge.

“I had to talk to you.” Monty said.

“Really? You had to talk to me? And you thought grabbing me and pulling me into an empty classroom was the best way to go about that?”

“Would you have given me the time of day otherwise (Y/N)?”

I was silent for a moment. “Fair point. Now what do you want? I have class.”

“I want to know why you agreed to go out with Justin.”

“Maybe because it’s a free country Montgomery?”

“That’s the worst explanation you have ever given, and you know it.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. We aren’t together anymore. I am free to date whoever I want. You are too, if you ever decide to do that.”

“You broke up with me because you said I was reckless. And now you’re dating Justin fucking Foley.”

“I think he goes by Jensen now.”

“Who gives a damn? My point is, you left me because I’m reckless, and now you’re dating someone who is equally if not more reckless than me.”

“I fail to see how a recovering addict is more reckless than you.”

“You fail to… wow. I’m shocked we didn’t break up sooner.” Okay that stung.

“Thanks Monty. That was real nice of you.”

“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“So how did you mean it?”

“Not how it sounded. But (Y/N), tell me you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again. Because we all know she will. Or until he decides to run away again.”

“Huh. I didn’t think you could make yourself seem like more of a dick than you already had. Yet, here we are. I have to go. I’m running late.”

He was silent as I pushed past him and left the room. More reckless? More reckless than beating kids up for no reason? More reckless than any of the other shit he has pulled in the last four years? How pissed in his Corn Pops this morning? I was angry but I couldn’t help but replay his last statement over and over in my head, you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again. Because we all know she will. Or until he decides to run away again. I was so distracted in biology; I missed an entire section of notes.

By the time lunch had rolled around, I had convinced myself that Montgomery was just pissed off and trying to fuck with my head, since he wouldn’t and couldn’t actually hurt me in any other way. I sat with Justin and his friends at lunch. I watched as he laughed along with them and smiled to myself. His friends included me as much as they could, but I could tell it was a little strange for them, seeing him with someone other than Jess. It’s not like I wasn’t friends with them, but with dating Monty and being so close to him, it was hard for us to hang out. Not that he kept me from them or anything, there was just a distance. It was nice to have them again. I decided to pull out my sketchbook and doodle while my friends talked amongst themselves. It wasn’t long before I had given up on doodling and had begun to draw Justin. It was a side profile and it was quick, so it wasn’t the greatest thing I had ever drawn, but it was okay. I would do better later when I had more time.

**

A few weeks after our first date, Justin invited me home to meet his folks. I had met them before because I was friends with Clay and sort of friends with Justin, but this was different. I was meeting them as Justin’s girlfriend now. For some reason I was more nervous to meet them than I was to meet Monty’s parents. Probably because you knew his dad wouldn’t like you and his mom was never really a concern for you. I pulled up in front of the Jensen house and looked up at the front window. The curtains fell back into place, so I knew at least one of the family members was waiting for my arrival.

I knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately. Justin was waiting on the other side and he pulled me in the door excitedly. “You’re early.” He commented as he pulled me into a hug.

“I noticed. Have you been waiting by the door all morning?” I asked.

“No, he made me sit and wait when he had to go to the bathroom or wanted snacks.” Clay called from the couch.

“Lies.” Justin called back.

“Not lies. Hi (Y/N).” Mr. Jensen said as he came into the living room.

“Hey Mr. Jensen. How are you and Mrs. Jensen?”

“We are good. How many times do we have to tell you, its Matt and Lainie?”

“I know, I know. Old habits die hard, is all.”

“You still like tacos?”

“Uh… yes. They are great.”

“Good, its taco night.”

“That’s great dad, we are going to my room now.” Justin exclaimed, taking my hand and leading me to the back door.

“Um, okay.” I said.

“It’s my room too.” Clay called after us.

“Welcome to my room.” Justin said as he opened the door with a dramatic flair of his arm.

“Justin, I’ve been in your room before.” I laughed as I shook my head.

“I know, but this is different. Oh, I told clay you wouldn’t sit on his bed, so you can sit on mine.”

“Okay.” I nodded and sat down. As I looked around, I noticed there was more stuff on the walls, “what do boys call the stuff on the walls?”

“Clay calls it putting shit up, I call it homing.”

“Like the pigeons?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.” There was a bit of a lull in the conversation. We had never been alone like this before.

“Did you bring your sketchbook?”

I gave him a look.

“Sorry, dumb question. Of course, you brought it.”

“I did yes. Why?”

“Can I look at it?”

“Not yet. The deal was I get to draw you and you get to look at it.”

Justin looked at his watch, “dinner won’t be for a while yet.”

“You want me to draw you now?” I asked, my brow raising.

“I mean, yeah. Why not?” he shrugged. “Where do you want me?”

I looked around the room again, deciding on an ideal spot, “well, your bed has really good natural light. I’ll grab a bar stool and sit there.”

Justin nodded and walked over, as I went to get up, he placed his hand around my arm. I looked at him questioningly before he placed a sweet kiss on my lips. I blushed as he pulled away. I will never get used to that. We changed spots quickly and I pulled a stool over. After a few directions and some time spent positioning him properly, I set to work. A bit after I started, he began speaking, “I feel like I don’t know much about you (Y/N/N).”

“What do you mean?” I asked, somewhat distracted.

“You know all these things about me, but I don’t know much about you personally. I know we were kind of friends, but you don’t really talk about yourself.”

“There’s not much to know. It’s just me and my mom. She’s a nurse and worked a lot growing up. I learned how to be pretty self-sufficient.”

“What about your dad?” He asked, moving slightly to get more comfortable.

“Never knew him. He walked out shortly after I was born. They weren’t married, so there wasn’t much to divide up when he left. Mom said when they went to court, he agreed to pay child support but didn’t want to have to be involved. Judge wasn’t thrilled when they submitted the paperwork, but my mom and her lawyer agreed to it.”

“That sucks.”

“I guess, but I never knew any different. What about you?”

“Never knew mine either. No real story. Amber is an addict, so I don’t know much.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“I had a goldfish when I was a kid. His name was Napoleon.”

“Napoleon the fish?”

“Yes. I wasn’t allowed to have a dog or anything because my mom worked so much. And so, I gave my fish a weird name.” He made an impressed sound and face.

I had gotten about half the drawing done before clay knocked on the door and opened it with his eyes covered, “Dad says dinner is ready.”

“You can open your eyes, you squeamish child.” Justin chided.

“Nope. No I’m good.”

“We will be right in.” Clay nodded in response before backing out and closing the door firmly again. I closed the book and hopped out of my seat, placing my book on the counter.

“Can I see it?” Justin asked, beckoning me over.

“Not yet. It’s not done yet.” I told him. I walked over slowly, “dinner?”

“In a minute,” he started as he took my hand and pulled me down towards him, “have something to do first.” I smiled brightly at him as he pulled me down into a kiss, straddling his lap. A moment later, I pulled away and sat back.

“As much as I would like to continue this, your dad said you were having tacos.”

He sighed, nodding, “I know. We can continue this later.”

I stood up and smirked at him. Yes we can. I walked to the door and he smacked my ass playfully. I gave him an exaggerated shocked look and he grabbed my hand as we walked through the yard to the main house.

Dinner was fun and less awkward than I expected. I had gone over many times to hang out with Clay but going over as their son’s girlfriend was different. Matt and Lainie couldn’t ask me too much because they knew a lot about me. Tacos are always a fun food for company, and Justin made fun of my topping choice playfully. Clay overfilled his and it fell apart in his hands, drawing laughs from the table. It was nowhere near as bad as I expected. I couldn’t help but compare it to the awkward dinners I would have when Monty came over for at first and my mom wasn’t sure where she stood on the idea of him. I had always refused dinner with his family, so I didn’t need to hold my tongue around his dad for too long, which he never objected to.

Once dinner was over and it was time to go, I ran back to the boy’s room and grabbed my sketchbook. It’s not that I don’t trust Justin not to look… but I don’t trust Justin not to look.Justin and I said our goodbyes much quicker than we did that first night and I texted him when I got home to let him know I was safe. The following day at school, I was surprised to find Justin waiting at my locker with a muffin.

“Stopped by work on the way this morning and picked this up for you.” I smiled and kissed his cheek as I took it, biting into the fresh baked good. A very NSFW moan left my throat before I could stop it. I looked at Justin with wide eyes and a bright red face. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of either laughing or dragging me to my car and driving to my place, education be damned. I looked down, embarrassed, waiting for the cheeky comment. When none came, I looked up at him through my lashes. I kind of miss the stupid innuendos. He was smiling wide and though he wasn’t looking directly at me, but you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you were as close to him as I was. I heard her laugh before I saw her. Jessica was walking towards us, laughing at a joke or something Alex had said. Montgomery’s words played in my head again you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again, causing me to shake my head slightly to clear it. Get out of my head. You’re just jumping to conclusions (Y/N). Nothing is going on with them. Ignoring the possibilities in my head, I let Justin walk me to class. By the end of the day, any thoughts of Justin and Jessica were out of my head.  

**

Justin and I had grown closer over the past couple of months than I thought I would ever get to another person ever again. We talked about everything. Our hopes and dreams. We shared our biggest fears and most pointless phobias. He told me about what it was like when he left and how Clay had saved him. I knew he was leaving some stuff out, but I was too. Neither of us were going to pry. I told him about the time I had gotten curious and looked into finding my dad. I explained how any lead I could come up with came up dry and whenever I felt like I was getting close, something would happen to make it slip through my fingers. We talked about our favourite things and the things we couldn’t stand. It was everything a relationship should be. Then why do I feel like there is something missing? I continued to avoid Montgomery as much as I could, lest he try and give me more crap about my relationship.

On one of the rare nights it rained in our area of California, Justin opened up to me about his addiction. We were in my room and I was working on another portrait of him. He explained to me how he had started it as a way to escape the reality that he had left everything he had ever known and how it had quickly snowballed from there. He told me about detoxing at Clay’s and how the Jensen’s went out of their way to make him feel welcome in their home. He told me about relapsing and how even though they weren’t as close as they had once been, Bryce Walker had been the one to help when he got into a bind with Seth. I asked him about what happened, but he wouldn’t elaborate. He continued on and said that Bryce tried to help by giving him his old pills instead of the H he was using. I asked him about rehab and was not surprised when he said it was one of the hardest things he had ever done. “It’s still a struggle, but I have people around me who I know I can lean on and go to. So that helps on the bad days.” I nodded at him, as I finished the drawing and turned it to show him. “Woah. That’s amazing. Probably the best one yet.” I smiled at him and carefully removed it from the book, giving it to him.

“Keep it.”

A week or so later, everything changed. I walked to class the long way since the rain the past few days had stopped this morning during class. As I walked past the locker room, I heard voices that sounded suspiciously like Justin and Jessica. They seemed to be getting closer to the door and I quickly hid in an alcove. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this to Alex, Justin.” Jess said, as he opened the door for her.

“I know. (Y/N) is a really sweet girl. I just can’t get you out of my head.”

“She really is. I’ll see you after your shift tonight?”

“Yeah, Clay is going out with the new girl.”

“Great. I can’t wait.” Justin looked around to make sure no one was watching, no one he could see anyway, before he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. I gasped quietly and quickly covered my mouth. They didn’t seem to notice. As they walked away, I noticed how disheveled his shirt looked. That jerk. Oh… Monty was right. I’m such an idiot. When I was sure they were gone, I snuck out of my hiding spot and ran to class. I’ll deal with this at lunch.

Lunch came sooner than I wanted, since I had again, gotten distracted in biology. Justin was waiting for me at the entrance to the cafeteria. I ignored him as I walked up to Monty and his friends. He was mid-bite into a sandwich. “Incoming Monty.” Bryce warned. He ignored him. I tapped him on the shoulder lightly, and he finished his bite before turning to me.

“Hey, (Y/N).” he greeted, slightly confused as we hadn’t spoken since he had dragged me into a classroom a couple of months ago.

“You were right.” I spoke quietly, so only he could hear me. His brow furrowed until he looked up and saw Justin walking towards me. His face went from confused to understanding.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” Justin asked, behind me.

“I don’t know Justin, why don’t you ask Jessica?” I asked, turning to him.

“Shit. She’s mad.” Scott said. I hummed in response. Justin looked like a deer in the headlights. Before anyone could stop me, I slapped Justin across the face, drawing ‘oooo’s and ‘ahhh’s from the surrounding tables. Calmly, I picked up my bag and walked away. I didn’t walk to a table where my friends sat. I didn’t share a look with Jess or Alex. Alex is smart. He will figure it out. Instead, I walked straight out to my car and drove home.

I spent the afternoon and evening in my room, alternating between crying and trying in vain to get the image of Justin kissing Jessica out of my head. My mom was working a forty-eight-hour shift at the hospital, so I had the house to myself. I had finally started to fall asleep when I heard a familiar sound. It sounded like pebbles hitting my window. Monty. I got up and opened the window.

“Monty? It’s like… one in the morning. What are you doing here?” I whisper called down to him.

“I thought you could use some company. I brought your favourite ice cream. You get any better at catching things in the last four months?”

“I was never that bad.” I called down to him as he threw the container up to me.

“Okay sweetheart. We will go with that.” He joked as he climbed up the lattice work along the side of my house. After he was up and, in my bedroom, I decided to let him know I was home alone.

“You could have used the front door. My mom is at work.”

“Now you tell me.” he rolled his eyes playfully as he stood up and enveloped me in a hug. This feels nice. I directed him to sit in my bed as I ran to get a couple of spoons from the kitchen. We had shared enough ice cream and… other kinds of DNA to not need to worry about bowls anymore. By the time I got back, he had made himself comfortable on his side of the bed, leaving my spot open for me. We ate in silence for a while before he spoke again. “I’m sorry I was right.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.”

“No, you don’t. At the time I was just saying it to be an ass. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I do. You were right. He is reckless and it wasn’t fair to break up with you because of your recklessness, and then start dating him. I hurt you and I’m sorry Monty.”

“It’s okay, (Y/N). But there is one thing you can do if you want to make it up to me.”

“What?”

“Switch pillows with me. This one is all lumpy.”

I laughed at him as I switched pillows before cuddling up close to him. “Hey Montgomery?”

“Yes (Y/N)?”

“How would you feel about breakfast in the morning. Like out somewhere.”

“You mean like a date?”

“Exactly like a date.”

“I think that would be some of the best breakfast I’d have in a long time.” We were quiet for a while before he spoke again, “(Y/N/N)?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you want me to talk to Justin?”

“Do you mean talk to him or talk to him?”

“Just talk.”

“No, you don’t have to. I think he got the picture this afternoon. Thank you though.”

Monty and I spent the rest of the night talking and had a delicious breakfast at Rosie’s. He drove me home and came in to say hello to my mom. It wasn’t the perfect morning or the perfect new beginning, but nothing about our relationship ever was.

[kvngjoong]

jisung + nsfw a-z

next is felix!! i forgot about my dissertation so need to work on that, but i’ll try to post it tomorrow, and if not next monday!

A: Aftercare

because han jisung is not only a sub, but a brat, he needs taking care of. he will demand all of your attention on him, so good luck if you wanted to do something else, because jisung is expecting you to take care of him, run him a bath, sit with him, play with his hair (and braid it, hmm?), then help him get to sleep. if you don’t, he will definitely complain about it

B: Body part

although there is a joke he literally loves your chest, he loves your hands more. he likes the way you stroke his skin so softly, he likes how you run your fingers through his hair when he’s in sub space, he especially loves the way that you so perfectly jack him off. for him, he loves his lips the most. he knows the effect he has on you because of them

C: Cum

he cums a lot. like a surprising amount. he enjoys making a show of it and having it all over your sheets, or your hands, so that he can lick it off. also likes having his cum on ur tiddies cause he thinks it looks pretty

D: Dirty Secret

jisung mentioned more than enough times that he wants to video you guys doing something sometime, and he does with your permission this one time. he first off doesn’t admit that he enjoys being a bit of a slut on camera, but it’s pretty easy to see it the next time you watch it and he’s practically got his tongue out and begging for more. second, he doesn't admit how many times he actually got off to that video, and each time you bring it up he’ll get all shy because.. did he just pop a boner?

E: Experience

he knows a damn lot about what he’s doing, but he doesn’t actually have any real experience. probably because he was too busy fantasizing about what could be happening or just he was generally busy. but yeah, he knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants

F: Favourite Position

literally anything which gives him a chance to touch your tiddies. no joke, he loves it when you ride him, no matter what part of him you’re actually riding. face, cock, thigh… he’s into it (if you’re not wearing a shirt or you’re wearing one of his and it’s kinda see through.. you understand)

G: Goofy

jisung is a brat. do you know what that means? he will make jokes, he will tease you by acting like you’re not affecting him. he generally has a more relaxed approach to nsfw stuff, but he uses it to his advantage too. he’ll get what he wants from you by keeping his happy charm as though he’s completely oblivious to the fact that you're trying to turn him on, or something like that

H: Hair

he’s still pretty young and probably didn’t get the memo to shave anything. but when he gets closer to you he wants to take pride in his appearance and will probably start shaving. not that he has much of it to begin with, he probs doesn’t have much hair altogether anyway

I: Intimacy

he acts like he doesn’t care all that much, but jisung is a sensitive baby and everything means so much to him. especially when he’s laying in your arms afterwards and he looks up to you like you’re his entire world. it’s kinda obvious as well when your sex is a little less kinky and you just wanna show him how much he cares, he will respond the exact same way. but he’s definitely more intimate outside of nsfw stuff

J: Jack Off

He can go all the time, any time. So he jacks off a lot. It may be something that’s hard to control when you first get together because he will be pretty demanding that you help him out each time, but eventually he resorts to just recording it each time so you get to see him jacking off on his own instead

K: Kink

oh hey did someone say the worst power bottom of them all? yeah. he’s a brat, but he knows what he’s doing. he knows what to say to get you riled up, he knows how to move and how to push your buttons. but he likes annoying you because when you get a bit rougher that just takes him to another level. so he’s a masochist too. there’s a whole list of them. he’s a sub. praise kink, teasing, shower sex, practically anywhere sex, he literally is a book of kinks - some of which you might not even know

L: Location

uh.. anywhere. literally. he doesn’t have many boundaries. it doesnt matter that he’s an introvert, all his inhibitions are lost when he’s needy. unless it’s somewhere super public. that isn’t to say he isn’t one to join the mile high club, cause he thinks that would be pretty hot. jisung thinks a lot of things are pretty hot, actually

M: Motivation

he doesn’t need anything other than you. he’ll be talking to you one time and remember when you stuck a butt plug in him and outright say to you what he’s thinking about. he’ll be working on a song and remember when you bit his collar bone a bit harder than usual, then he’ll run out to call you for a little phone conversation whilst he’s in the disabled bathroom (privacy ofc). so his own creeping thoughts

N: NO

he’s not very much into you calling him degrading names. as much as he likes you spanking him, edging him, etc, he gets a bit upset at the sound of you calling him a slut or whore (you get it). he doesn't seem himself that way, because even is he’s practically begging for you to make him cum over and over, he doesn’t do that for anyone else. he does it for you and only you

O: Oral

he gives and he receives. he loves both, no matter what mood he’s in. he loves how you feel when you suck him off and he also loves to show you how much he’s into you and also impress you with his skills. he’ll do it all just to hear you say how good he is. praise kink, anyone?

P: Pace

definitely on the quicker side no matter what he does. no need to ask him to go faster at all

Q: Quickie

a must have with someone like jisung. he’s frequent to a pout and pulling you into a side room because he really wants to show you just how hard he is for you. he doesn’t prefer them, but he definitely likes them

R: Risk

he thrives on the idea of getting caught. jisung is loud, and he most definitely could moan a bit loud so everyone else knows what he’s doing. it doesn’t embarrass him that much, depending on who might actually catch him doing something, but if someone caught him he would definitely get all cocky because hell yeah, you’re dating him

S: Stamina

usually sticks to a maximum of like 2 rounds, but they’re long. he can endure a lot, especially the longer you’ve been together

T: Toy

loves them all, lives for them, will actively look for them to be used on him. doesn’t really use them on you, but is one to sit back and watch you get off with one as he gets himself off, too. mutual masturbation is a good thing for him, providing that you use that toy on him afterwards, too

U: Unfair

as a brat, he is of course unfair. even with you as the dom, no matter what you do, he still has control somewhere because he’s the worst damn tease around. he’ll listen to your rules, he’ll nod as you tell him he can’t cum until you say, and he’ll do it anyway to get punished, but also because he knows it sends you one step closer to hell anyway. so he’s a tease and it’s completely intentional, especially when he says stuff around other people and smiles widely at you because he just kinda hinted at that one time you let him fuck your mouth… okay jisung

V: Volume

jisung is loud. not kind of loud, not a little bit loud, he is the very definition of loud. cover his mouth loud. have to gag him loud (which he likes). you’re gonna find it hard to keep anything a secret from others because jisung literally does not have a filter and if he likes something you’re doing, he’s gonna tell you and everyone within twenty metres. he talks, he whines, he moans, he whimpers… he is loud

W: Wild Card

it’s not often you were his shirts, and jisung has been begging you to just wear one bc he thinks it will be cute. eventually you give into him and you decide to wear one when you get out of the shower one evening, and jisung was really not expecting you to just have his shirt and a thong on, and he practically fell to his knees at the sight. needless to say you were back in the shower twenty minutes later with jisung following close behind

X: X-Ray

he’s a tiny boy, so probably on the smaller side. it would be a bit weird if he was unexpectedly big, but hey, he has other stuff to work with

Y: Yearning

oh, jisung yearns for you a lot. the amount of pictures he sends when he’s meant to be working, the times he’s pulled you into the bathroom and begged you to do something to help him out, it’s easy to see that jisung has an insatiable need that only you can fulfill. have fun!

Z: ZZZ

he has a lot of energy, so he can’t really just sleep afterwards. he’ll not wanna do stuff with you, like go out and explore or something like that, but he’s happy to watch a movie. he loves just being with you, especially when he loses his bratty tones, so honestly after sex he’s so cuddly and cute that you’ll probably stay up for a bit and both fall asleep by accident

[ocalaghan]

im just going to vent about this and if anyone wants to chime in with their thoughts then they’re welcome to but i don’t really expect anyone is going to read this. it’s long and i just. i want to try and sort my thoughts about it. i feel like i need advice but this is also really long and convoluted stupid relationship drama so i get it if u don’t read it lmao.

my bf and i have a nightly routine of a phone call and i read him funny reddit posts. we do it nearly every night -- we don’t live together and haven’t seen each other in three months bc of the ‘rona, so. 

on monday night, my bf asked me to read him stories as usual. i was extremely tired and i’ve been feeling super low mentally and i just wanted to go to bed early so i said no, he said it helps him feel settled and asked me to just do one. i was kind of annoyed bc in my eyes he was pushing a boundary i was setting bc i just wanted to go to sleep and take care of myself. so i did read him one but he was sad bc i was annoyed at him. 

he left, upset, and honestly i was a bit confused as to why he was so upset. 

however, the next day, he was due to go to a funeral. he’d never been to one before and it was for his uncle, who he wasn’t close to, but his uncle is actually a teenager (his grandfather remarried). he didn’t seem especially cut up about it, we discussed it frequently and he never really let on that he was super sad about it, just that it felt a bit weird. maybe i should’ve read between the lines better but he didn’t seem very sad or anything so i guess i just didn’t assume he was. but we ended up on the phone again bc he was extremely upset, like crying his eyes out, i comforted him. he later told me he found it unfair that i didn’t originally want to stay up to comfort him and that me talking about how tired i was made him feel guilty for needing that comfort. 

we talked it out yesterday bc he’d been feeling sad since this incident. i said i would’ve stayed up without hesitation to comfort him if i’d known he was upset, and that for me it just hadn’t been obvious that him asking for a story to “settle” him was him saying he was really anxious/in need of comfort. but that i was really sorry bc he basically felt that i had been really cold/insensitive/selfish in this exchange, which was fair, it did come across that way. i wasn’t feeling great myself that day and was really in my head and wasn’t taking into account his feelings, so, i apologised to him. we came up with words in future that he could use to express he needed comfort (he finds it hard to outright say it) and i would then know those were the trigger words and we hopefully wouldn’t have a miscommunication like that again. last night we didn’t do any stories bc we watched two movies together and talked on the phone until 3am but he asked if we could do stories tomorrow night (aka today). i said yes. 

today is my mum’s husband’s birthday. obviously we can’t do anything or go anywhere but we planned a couple of days ago to have a game night tonight, so that’s what we did. it ended up going on really late bc the game we originally wanted to play was broken. 

unknown to me, my bf wanted to go to bed early bc he has work tomorrow. we usually end up staying up late-ish by accident on work nights and i wasn’t really near my phone the whole evening bc we were having a family game night and it would’ve been rude. bf tries to call, i tell him the game is running long and say sorry and i’ll call when we’re done. then he says that i should hurry bc he wants to go to bed early. this is like a lil bit before midnight. 

game finishes about 12:20AM and i immediately call him but he doesn’t answer so i assume he’s went to bed and text him goodnight and stuff, but then he calls me a few mins later. he said he wasn’t sure if he had wanted to pick up or not when i called back bc he was annoyed with me. and he just sounds really...... emotionless and mad. i apologised again and i read him a couple of stories but he’s still mad. he’s gone to bed now so we can’t talk about it more and im just up wide awake thinking about it. 

on one hand, i feel really terrible. like i was really thoughtless again towards him for the second time in one week and he’s grieving still and i need to be mindful of that. but on the other hand, he never told me in advance what time he was intending to go to bed at tonight. i did say i would read him a story but i also made the commitment to join in a family game night first and it would’ve been extremely rude to bail (esp bc it was my idea). i also apologised over text when i couldn’t take his call and let him know the game was running long. 

so now i’m in this space in my head where i just. i feel a whole mix of things and i don’t know what’s “right” or what i should express and what i shouldn’t. 

i feel that it’s really unfair of him to be mad at me about this.

i also know he’s entitled to be hurt and he’s allowed to feel those feelings and ride them out. 

he has adhd with rejection sensitivity dysphoria so he takes things quite hard sometimes even if it’s unwarranted. 

he’s grieving a loss right now and really struggling with lockdown in general. 

with the death in his family in mind, i don’t know if i have any right to feel upset that he’s mad at me. i want to talk about this tomorrow but maybe i should just bite my tongue on this occasion, apologise, and let it lie. which seems like the smartest option, but considering the incident on monday, i just feel like i have completely failed in supporting him at the same time, and i feel angry at myself for it. i don’t feel like i’m allowed to express that i’m a little upset and hurt that he’s annoyed when i didn’t mean to have the game night run long bc he’s grieving right now. i don’t know where the line is. 

this seems like such a small, petty, easily fixable problem but it all feels v tangled up in my head bc i just want to be there for him and be what he needs but i don’t know when to hold back with how i feel and when to express it. i’ve never supported a significant other through grief before and i want to do it well but im not sure if his upset at me is spurred on by that or if this would’ve happened anyway. 

[mytsukkishine]

small fluffy prompt bc i know you've wanted some (for damien haas ofc), kinda sucks but oh well. maybe the two of them are super close friends at smosh and evryone knows they like each other but the two of them are just oblivious to it all?? but then 1 of them lets slip that they like someone the other knows and the other (either damien or reader) is jealous. u don't need to include the last bit tho if you don't want to. btw, love what you did with that other prompt. :)

a/n: hi anon. Thank u for the lovely request. I enjoyed writing this one, as you can see its 2k workds lmao and hope you would enjoy this too!

a/n2: i kinda changed the storyline on this one but still i hope you will like it! Thank you!

Summary: Arcades and realizations. What a fun way to ask someone out after being... jealous?

Note: summary is super random . Damn i spologise. Alsoo Jelous Damien yey!! Also I posted this while on phone, I will check grammars after I open my laptop tomorrow. Thanksss

Enjoy guys!

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“Look!” You exclaimed excitedly as soon as you entered the squad’s office. It was a Monday, meaning all of them would be dead tired and complaining about Monday but not you. You were excited because later after work, you’ll go to the movies with Damien.

Well, not just Damien. You will go to the movies with Shayne, Courtney, Ian, and Damien.

Damien, who was doing something on his computer stopped. He put his headphones around his neck and turned to look at you with a smile, “Yeah?” He responded, cheeks still a little pink.

“The trailer for Season four!” You showed him your phone and Damien read for a moment before his eyes widen. “No shit! Have you watched the trailer?”

“Not yet. I want to watch it with you,” Damien’s heart skipped a beat and he immediately grabbed the nearest seat and put it beside him before ushering you to sit and watch it on his desktop.

“Oh no, do you have earphones so we can both hear?”

“I have none,” You pouted and Damien puts his hand under his chin to think before grabbing his headphone to rotate on headphone cup to the outside. “Would this do?” He asked and showed you his headset. You nodded and Damien searched up the trailer for My Hero Academia S4.

Damien clicked the video and paused it before wearing his headphone. You immediately, as if you two have done this before, put your face next to him, ears pressed up to the open headphone cup as the two of you watched the trailer—completely unaware of Shayne, Boze, and Keith’s gaze on you two.

They were wondering whether you two are going out. Or when would you two go out.

~

Ever since Damien entered Smosh, you two hit it up quite quickly. You both love anime, and cats and you both were talking non-stop for a week just because of that.

At first, you were unaware of your feelings for him. Both of you have already went to the movies alone, eat out alone, even went to the cat café alone, however, one night. Only one night made you realize that, shit, you like your friend.

The Smosh fam has thrown a party for one of their producers and you had one too many drinks that night. However, what they don’t know about you was that your alcohol tolerance was higher than any other person. So, they all thought you were drunk because you were talking too much. Actually, when you drank too much, you would get talkative and super red but not drunk. Shayne had suggested you go home and Damien volunteered.

He was assisting you with your every step. Hands always on your waist for support and you can just feel Damien’s concern for you.

“I’m good now,” You said once you stepped in front of your apartment door. Damien was looking at you worriedly and you giggled. You looked down and you realized that you two were holding hands.

“I can help you up,” Damien suggested and you just waved him off, hands still linked together.

You averted your gaze up, eyes meeting each other then you found yourself resting your head on the crook of Damien’s neck.

Confusion was written on your face for a moment, you don’t know why you have done it but as soon as Damien patted your hair, your heart did some backflips.

“Hey dude, earth to Y/N,” You snapped out of your thoughts and felt something cold on your cheeks. You looked at the source and saw Damien with a smile and a cola in hand pressed against you face. You took the can with a thanks as Damien sat beside you.

“Why were you staring at your computer for a minute?” He asked, drinking his own can of cola. You brought your hand up and rubbed your eyes, thanking yourself for not putting it mascara earlier. “I’m just writing a script, that’s all.”

“Whoa, can I peek?”

“Peek, and you’re dead.”

“Why so mean Ms. Y/F/N.” You blushed. Damien rarely calls you by your full name and it sent butterflies in your stomach, even though you dislike butterflies.

“Hey how about this, after work let’s go to the arcade,” He suggested and you rolled your eyes, “Aren’t we too old for arcades?”

“Nah uh, we aren’t. Come on, what do you say?” He looked at you suggestively and admittedly, he looked so handsome you want to squish his face. You sighed in defeat as you nodded, Damien cheered and exclaimed on how he can’t wait for later.

~

Now, Damien has known you for quite some time and he was glad you two had hit it off quite easy. At first he was cautious but as soon as you mention you watch anime, Damien can’t stop.

Damien has Shayne to talk to about anime, but it was really different when you talk to someone who also reads the manga. You managed to read mangas and Damien was enthusiastic.

At first, Damien was unaware of his feelings for you. Kind of avoiding that topic in his head whenever he sees you. But one day. Only one day was needed that he realized, shit, he likes his friend.

Damien was busy playing, eyes never leaving his screen and him, Mari and Wes played some game. It was nearing afternoon and Damien was getting a little stressed with the game. Wes was winning and Damien hides it a little that he doesn’t want Wes to win.

Damien the groaned and stared at his camera for a long time as the rest laughed out. They gave out their outros and the shoot was done.

“Nice job everyone,” Mari cheered and Wes emitted a laugh as he pointed at Damien. “Sorry bud. Maybe next time,” Damien pouted and there was a tap on his computer screen.

“Hey Dames,” You greeted with a smile. Damien then proceeds to whine a little, telling you that he would win next time.

You just laughed and patted his head. Your smile was blinding and pretty sure Damien can’t see anything else but your reassuring smile.

“Dames,”

“Yes?” Damien was waiting outside your office and he didn’t realize that he had zoned out for minutes. “Ready?” You asked, feeling all excited to go to the arcade with him.

“Yeah, come on!”

It has been a while since the two of you hang out, just the two of you. You were pretty excited as you both entered Damien’s car. “Where to?”

“Maybe near the xxx?” Damien suggested and you nodded. As Damien was driving, you picked up the aux cord and rummaged through your phone. “What you gonna play?”

“You’ll see,” You smirked and pressed play. Soon, the both of you were singing your hearts out to Boku No Hero opening songs.

~

“Pretty packed, huh?” You commented as soon as you opened the door. Damien was scratching the back of his head as he looked around the arcade. “Yeah, didn’t know it would be full on the weekday,” Damien apologized but you immediately waved him off.

“No, no it’s fine. Come on, let’s play!”

You and Damien played from basketball shooting to race car driving. It was so fun, and looking at Damien laughing and enjoying because of you made your heart all warm and fuzzy.

Half an hour later, you both decided to eat when a group of girls stopped you. Well, more like Damien. They seemed to be fans as they were talking to him about how awesome he was and if it was okay to take a picture with him. Of course, who was Damien to refuse? He’s the kindest person you have ever known.

You stood on the side as you watched Damien get surrounded by girls. This was bad, you thought as you felt your chest tightening when one girl went in for a hug, her hands wrapped around his waist as Damien posed with a dashing smile.

Releasing a groan, you turned around with a pout.

You knew damn well Damien was quite famous so you don’t really have the rights to complain. Hell, you weren’t eve his girlfriend—

Girlfriend.

You felt your cheeks heating up at the thought.

Oh god, girlfriend.

“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go? Taco Bell?” You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding and Damien looked at you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing. Just—I suddenly remembered work stuff.”

“Oh no. Y/N is super stressed. This requires food! Let’s go!” Damien grabbed hold of your shoulders as he guide the both of you to the nearest Taco Bell.

~

“You know, why are they so thin but yet, only one can already make me feel so full?” You showed Damien the quesadilla you were holding and Damien shook his shoulder, eating his food in the process. “Beats me. They look like you wanted four but then you quit after two.”

The both of you continued to talk animatedly, any random topics that would came into your minds will automatically be the new topic.

This was what Damien liked. Just you and him talking about random stuff. It made him happy that somehow he would get to know you more and more. And the way you laugh, damn, Damien wanted to pinch those cheeks of yours.

Y/N was discussing about something when she was suddenly interrupted and she stood up to hug that guy that interrupted her.

“Max!”

Max? Who is he? Damien thought as he looked at you and the new comer. You two seemed close. Too close.

You and this so called Max broke the hug and ask how each other was and all. Damien’s lip formed a thin line as he grabbed for his drink and drank a little too harsh.

Damien knew damn well you were pretty. With you hair and eyes, and those lips. You were so pretty, he kind of questions how the two of you became friends. However, as he looked on how you and Max interacted he can’t help but to feel… jealous.

Jealous? No, no. He doesn’t have any reasons to be jealous because he isn’t your boyfriend—

Boyfriend.

Damien’s already red cheeks went redder.

Oh god, boyfriend.

~

Something was wrong. You felt it. Damien was awfully quiet right now as he was driving you home. It was nearing eight, the sun has already set and traffic was unpleasant.

He said he was just tired but you can feel that it wasn’t just tired. You were tired but not that exhausted to be all quiet.

As soon as he parked in front of your apartment, you bit your lips. Eyes scanning the dashboard as you process in your brain on what to say to Damien.

“We’re here…” Damien announced and you groaned. Turning to look at him with a pout.

“Tell me what is bothering you,” You said, more like demanded and Damien was taken aback. He released a sigh before resting his back on his seat.

“Nothing,”

“Don’t nothing me Damien Christian,” Damien cringed a little as you called him by his full name.

“Ever since Taco Bell you have been acting quiet,” You started, eyes never leaving his face.

Was this your first ever quarrel with him? You don’t like it one bit.

“And I don’t know what to do. It’s making me all anxious knowing something might be wrong and the reason might be me. Damien tell me—”

“I like you.”

Silence.

Pure silence surrounded you both as Damien looked at the steering wheel, afraid to look into your eyes.

He hated it. How he had let his temper and feelings in the way. Well, it was go home or go big. Damien can’t back out now.

“I’m sorry…” He finally managed to mutter out, eyes still glued in front. “I like you… ever since. And I—oh god this is so stupid,”

“Why is it so stupid?” You managed to ask and Damien immediately averted his gaze to you and saw tears pooling in your eyes. He quickly unstrapped his seatbelt as he leaned into you to cup your face.

He was even more scared to see you on the brink of tears.

“No, what I meant-”

“Is it so stupid to like me?”

Damien stared at your face as you avoid eye contact. “No,” He said softly, “No, no. No. Oh god, no.” Damien sighed as he wiped away the unshed tears. “I—”

“Because I like you too, Damien,” Damien’s eyes widen at your sudden confession and he badly wanted to kiss you right now but he hugged you instead.

“Oh, t-that’s—I…” You two were speechless and you both succumbed into each other’s arms.

“Silly Dames,” You commented and both of you laughed, still entangled in a hug.

You were so worried. You thought you have ruined your friendship somehow but it turns out to be quite different. You smiled under Damien’s hug.

Oh god, you love this dude so much.

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Do tell me what u think. Thankuuu

[ancommbb]

nutmeg trip report... using this post to document the experience

preground McCormick Gourmet organic ~18g

T-00:00 took me about ten minutes to get that shit down and wasn't completely successful. once I broke the seal of jar I immediately had that flashback to last time and how horrid the swallowing was. I have no idea how I did it last time with 25g (used almond chocolate "milk" but didn't combine - put the dry 'meg in my mouth by tbsp and chugged the drink as a chaser). this time I decided to put all the powder directly into the water. I didn't wanna use almondmilk or any milk again bc I thought that contributed to the stomachache I had gotten. SO it was so nasty I was using plain water as an extra chaser. had pukey feelings but mostly pushed them away until I was almost done and I gagged up a little bit of my breakfast. it wasn't like traditional puke but still gross. I decided to dump the rest of the cup. it was almost empty but I feel like more of the nutmeg sunk to the bottom so I'm unsure about my exact dosage... I started with about 21g so I'm hoping I consumed at least 18. I'm not in this just for a head high I'm really hoping to trip. I have nowhere to be all day today and tomorrow although i do wanna go for an easy walk at some point. I might have work on monday but might be off. I definitely hav tu-wed off so having monday off too would just tie everything together perfectly. I'd have time to recover and would return from vacation looking refreshed instead of zonked out. I did 'meg last month stupidly a day before work and well everyone knew I was on something it was horrible how blasted I looked. anywayvwaiting for my friend to send me the schedule. either way idc bc I have tomorrow off. still really wishing I was doing lsa or lsd instead of a deliriant bc they bring you closer to true consciousness instead of further away from it but i digress. will make the most out of this trip!

T-00:30 I felt slightly nauseous after dosing which usually blows but I'm happy and hoping that means i will feel the results despite not finishing my cup. I'm about to go smoke some bud and get my day going in another half hour. the only good thing about it taking 3-6 hrs to kick in is that now I have this momentum... idk if I'm describing it right (and it has nothing to do w the meg) but I'm anticipating having a chill afternoon-night so in the meantime I feel motivated to have a good morning. do "productive" stuff that isn't super productive but like meditation, taking a shower, going for a walk. then after all that and my weed-smoking time hopefully I'll feel something.

ps sorry for not enough line breaking and rambling but probably no one is reading this. this is why I'm on tumblr and not reddit bc nobody needs all my unnecessary details :P

T-01:20 having some subtle nausea and still have that nutmeg taste in the back of my mouth. tbh I already feel slightly slow in the brain but probably not anything substantial. everything is very subtle. feeling fine. and idc if I don't trip hard anymore just feeling like this is enough :)

T-03:25 was feeling nauseous earlier. felt laziness without lethargy. same thing happened last time. but when I do get up I feel energized and have that mdma feeling of rush throughout my body. finally ate lunch and the nausea went away slightly. I'm still burping up that gross spicy nutmeg taste, though it's not bad. I didn't do my shower and other semi productive stuff yet bc I was being lazy but now I'm getting up to meet up with my boyfriend for a walk. I feel quicker in my wits this time... no slow thinking yet. I actually feel pretty sharp. my next update will probably be after my next toke sesh so we'll see what happens after that.

T-09:30 yeah this shit wore off hours ago. I mean there's a subtle on/off feeling like there is with mdma so maybe if i get up from this couch I'll get another rush of it. maybe I'll smoke the last of my bud. I definitely felt off earlier though, in a good way. I just wish the sensations were stronger. it was like a functional form of drunkeness. I was able to form thoughts better and conversate better than I do sober. I felt more introspective yet more considerate of the whole picture on things, not just my own POV. ohhh and listening to music (+ driving) felt fucking godly. it's something I already love to do sober but the euphoria intensified it sooo much. I put on ariana grande and a dreamy sounding song bc I knew her voice and the vibes would feel heavenly. (ik I probably shouldn't have driven esp at the peak but I really needed my work schedule. I was definitely functional enough.) maybe it'll be like last time and I'll wake up tomorrow feeling zonked or feeling euphoric like I did today. that would be ideal but for now I'm gonna say this trip is over.

[lavenderlattaes]

pink sticky note. | kim taehyung

⇒ summary: maybe all you ever really needed to get through a tiring day was a pink sticky note, a janitor’s closet, and a certain boyfriend named Kim Taehyung.

⇒ [high school! au]

⇒ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

⇒ word count: 2.3k words

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: the cliché making out in a janitor’s closet lmao

⇒ note: hello, this has been sitting in my docs for weeks now, i almost forgot about it lol. ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

You moved from room to room, checking in with the class Presidents, giving instructions and answering questions from the teachers with a tired smile on your face. The school’s biggest event — which was the school’s foundation anniversary — was set to happen in a week, and you were running around, getting things done before Friday rolled around.

It was currently 8:15 am on a Monday and while you would much rather want to be in class, listening to your teacher talk about the history of the Joseon Dynasty, you couldn’t. You were the student council President, and along with the rest of the student council, you were all completing your assigned tasks for the event.

“Hey, Y/N, I came to check on the banners at the gymnasium, and Mr. Jung just told me it isn’t set to arrive until Thursday.” Your Vice President, Park Jimin runs up to you, slightly out of breath, his pink hair flopping messily.

You sigh and open your clipboard that was clutched tightly in your left arm, running your index finger over the program. You click the top of your sign pen and scribble a few notes beside the stage setup design. You close the clipboard and look up at Jimin.

“That’s okay, we can stay until after school to work on it. Tell Jeongguk to gather his committee after classes on Thursday to set the stage up. I’ll go inform Jihyo to prepare the letter for it.” You inform Jimin, sending him a slightly tired but positive smile.

“Preferably around what time? Classes end at 3:30 for the seniors,” Jimin replies. “Then can we start working on it by 3:45? They can have a quick break then start on it until around 7, maybe?” You ask, and Jimin nods.

Jimin was your best friend before he was your Vice President so he sends one back and steps closer to you, wrapping you in a tight hug in the middle of the hallway.

“We can get through this, Y/N. Don’t stress out on it too much,” Jimin whispers, stroking your hair gently. You hum and rub your hands up and down his back comfortingly. You both needed that extra comfort.

“Thanks, Jimin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He pulls away from the hug, holding you at arm’s length as he smirks.

“You’d probably still be single.” He winks and you laugh at him, bidding each other good bye before he dashes off in the opposite direction.

Immediately your thoughts drift off to your boyfriend as Jimin turns around the corner and disappears. You smile and head on over to your locker to get your journal where you wrote down all your important appointments and things to do.

On your way there, your Treasurer, Nayeon stops you.

“Y/N! I just came from the accounting office and they just told me they can’t release the funds today, we’ll have to wait until Tuesday afternoon,” Nayeon informs you, sighing.

You frown and run a hand through your hair. “But, why? I thought everything was already settled.”

“That’s what I thought too, but apparently they don’t hand out the funds on Mondays,” Nayeon rolls her eyes.

You sigh tiredly. “Sometimes, I really hate this school.” You groan and Nayeon just laughs, soon making you laugh along with her. As much as you want to thrash around, there’s nothing you can do since the school’s pretty firm when it comes to their conditions.

“So what will we do about this?” Nayeon asks, going back to business mode.

You purse your lips in thought before nodding. “We’ll just use whatever funds we have for now, we can have it reimbursed later on,” you answer and Nayeon nods.

She steps closer and gives you a hug. “I have to go make a few calls with the booths that’ll be setting up next week. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Nayeon runs off again and you shout out a ‘bye!’ after her.

You turn around and continue your walk to your locker, immediately punching your code in tiredly. You sigh and get your journal out, when a bright pink sticky note catches your eye on the front cover.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion because you don’t remember putting it there the day before or earlier at all. You only usually did that when you have urgent matters to attend to and you’re in a rush that you don’t have time to open your journal.

A confused smile makes its way onto your face when you read the handwriting and realize it’s not yours. It’s your boyfriend’s.

hit me up when you’re free, i need to see ü. luv u babe(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

You giggle at the cute drawing, closing your locker shut. You take your phone out from the coat pocket of your uniform. You check the time and it’s only 8:30 am.

While you’d much rather go see your boyfriend, you still had to put the school over him right now. Taehyung can wait.

You check your clipboard and cross out the things you’ve already done. You still have a lot left to do. You take a quick glance at your phone lockscreen— it was a dorky pic of you and Taehyung when you first got together last year. Instantly, you’re filled with motivation and tell yourself to push through the entire day.

The hours fly by quickly and before you know it, it’s already around 3:30 pm. Most of your tasks for the day were done, and you only had an hour before school lets out.

You look down and see Taehyung’s sticky note still on the front cover of your journal. Scanning through your notes, you notice that you loaded yourself with too much tasks — some of it could’ve waited until tomorrow. Biting your lip, you decide to be a little bit selfish today.

You drop your stuff inside your locker and without a second thought — just so you don’t change your mind anymore, you take your phone out again and type out a message to Taehyung.

You: heeeey, I just finished my to-do list for today. Can we meet up? :3

Not long after you hit send, your phone beeps with Taehyung’s message.

my vantae♡: sure, im just developing a few more photos. im in the dark room :))

You: omw <3

my vantae♡: luv uuuuu

You: luv u too !

“You guys are so cheesy,” Jimin slings an arm around your shoulders and your throw your head back as you give him a side glance, glaring at him. Jimin pulls you with him and you start walking to the dark room.

“Oh shush, you’re the reason why we’re even together,” you jab his side with your finger and a laugh escapes from the adorable male beside you.

“So what are you lovebirds up to?” Jimin walks with you, looking over your shoulder to criticize your texts with Taehyung.

“I’m going to meet up with him in the dark room,” you lock your phone and put it back in your pocket as Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Dark room, eh?” You bump your hip with his, catching him off guard with the force and making him stumble to the side, momentarily bringing you along with him. You groan at your best friend’s antics and he just laughs at your reaction.

“He probably wants me to take a look at the photos for the event next week,” you reason and Jimin nods, a weird look on his to tell you that he’s clearly unconvinced.

“I know Taehyung, Y/N. But, okay sure. I’ll leave you guys to it. I have to go meet up with the hyungs. I need to confirm their setlist for next week,” Jimin tells you.

Jimin was talking about the legendary alumni of your school — Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They were fairly huge now with their music, and you wanted to invite them back for the anniversary.

“Okay, let me know how it goes.” You smile at your best friend and Jimin gives you a side hug.

“Say hi to Taehyung for me!” Jimin dashes off, again, and you shake your head, smiling.

You continue your trip to the dark room, looking down at your uniform as you tried to smooth out the creases that got all crumpled up with you running around all day. You fix your blouse and in the middle of tucking it in nicely, someone pulls you to the side.

Suddenly all you can see is darkness and —

“Taehyung?” Your eyes adjust to the dark room and you can faintly smell dust in the air, making you realize where you were: in the janitor’s closet.

How cliché.

“Hey, Y/N,” his deep, playful voice fills your ears and a smile creeps up your face.

“I missed you all day,” you lean into him and you take in his musky scent and the warmth of his body. Taehyung wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and all the stress and exhaustion from the day’s activities leave your body in an instant.

“Well, you were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you and add to your stress,” Taehyung answers, kissing the top of your head.

Guilt washes over you and you pull away from the hug to look at him. Well, try to.

You cup his cheek and he immediately leans in to your touch, gazing at you with such an intensity you’re scared to look away.

“I’m sorry for being such a bad girlfriend lately. I’ve been neglecting you for the past two weeks now,” you apologize, rubbing his cheek with your thumb gently.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” Taehyung smiles at you and he leans in, kissing you softly.

You respond to the kiss beforing answering, “No, listen, Tae. I should’ve given you more attention, I should’ve—”

He cuts you off with another kiss, longer this time and with more force. You can never resist Taehyung’s kisses, and soon your arms are crawling up his chest, where they soon rest on his shoulders.

When you both pull away, you’re out of breath. You try to make out your boyfriend’s face in the dark room; even in this darkness, you can still trace the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the curl of his eyelashes, and the oh, so perfect shape of his lips.

Without another word, Taehyung leans in again, knocking the wind out of your lungs when he presses his lips to yours in a needy kiss. Your hands come to connect behind the nape of his neck, loosely playing with the ends of his hair. Taehyung moves impossibly closer to you, pressing you against the door, trapping you with his arms on both sides of your head. His right leg pushes in between your legs so he can move closer.

Detaching his lips from yours, he makes his way down to your jaw, then to your neck where he presses feather-like kisses all over.

Your hands move up to his hair, and you soon feel Taehyung mark a spot just below your collarbone.

“Tae, people are gonna see,” you manage to let out, and he shakes his head, tickling your skin as he continues to kiss you. “It’s covered underneath your blouse and coat,” Taehyung murmurs and you can just sigh.

When he’s done, Taehyung goes back up and captures your lips in another kiss, nibbling your lower lip softly, asking for access. You give in, and your legs soon start to feel like jelly. Before your legs can give out underneath you, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The room is dark, but with you in Taehyung’s arms like that, it’s never been so vibrant.

When he finally pulls away, you’re both breathing heavily. Licking your bruised lips, you ask, “What was that for?”

Taehyung cups your face with both hands, stroking the apples of your cheeks gently as he gazed down at you.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” he replies simply, and you smile at him. He smiles back.

“I’m sorry for being so busy, I just wanted everything to be perfect for the event,” you apologize yet again and Taehyung shakes his head.

“I understand, love. There’s no need for you to explain. You shouldn’t even be in this closet with me right now, yeah? You should be out there, doing stuff for the event,” Taehyung remarks and this time, it’s your turn to shake your head.

You stand up on your toes and plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“That can wait. Right now, I’m going to put the guy I love first.”

Taehyung giggles softly, kissing every spot on your face, making you smile. “Jimin’s going to tease you if he hears you.”

“He’s been teasing me since this morning,” you respond and Taehyung nuzzles his nose with yours.

“But I’m cool with it because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here with you,” you confess and Taehyung kisses you gently.

“I love you, my President.”

You give him a gentle smile and stepping away from you, Taehyung takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

“Come on. As much as I love being here in this closet with you, it’s starting to tickle my nose,” he admits, making you giggle.

“Oh yeah, why are we here? Weren’t you supposed to be printing out some photos in the dark room?” You ask and Taehyung laughs sheepishly.

“I was done an hour ago.”

You slap his shoulder and he laughs. “Tae! Jimin knew this was going to happen,” you mutter.

“Well, that just proves he knows me too well,” Taehyung responds and you shake your head fondly, smiling at him.

“Let’s go get some ice cream, yeah?” You rub his knuckles softly.

Taehyung’s boxy smile graces his features. “I’m fine with anything, as long as it’s with you.”

Taehyung opens the door and light fills your eyes when you both step out.

“You’re cheesy, Kim Taehyung.”

“I know.”

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[nativemossy]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2019 - Wednesday

Rec Week- Angsty Wednesday @cap-ironman 

Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments for your hardworking authors! they deserve the credit for the hard work they put into entertaining us with their fabulous works of art!

disclaimer: i genuinely struggle with the difference between angst and h/c, so the way i’m differentiating those lists is (mostly) by what the author tagged. 

the stillness of forgetting - by nasa

“Who are you?” Tony asks every morning when he wakes up and finds Steve lying next to him.

“I’m your husband,” Steve always replies.

-

aka Tony has Alzheimer's.

why rec?: ouchie, this one makes me cry a lot, so I don’t read it often. memory loss fics really get to me, so if thats something youre interested in this has it in stock! its so heartrendingly sweet and i just love it a lot

Orbital Mechanics - by Sabrecmc

Freshly out of the ice, Captain Steve Rogers definitely does not want to Bond with anyone. Until he does.

(Steve's POV for Celestial Navigation)

why rec?: tbh i’d recommend anything of Sabres (and multiple times at that - hence why i posted abt this on monday as well), but Celestial Navigation and by extension Orbital Mechanics both have permanent places on my instant classics list. just a lovely fic all around.

Something Death Can Touch - by thatdammeddame

Tony nearly dies in the field on a Saturday.

Steve breaks up with Tony the Wednesday after he's released from hospital.

why rec?: sad!! with happy ending!! its got a nice round conclusion, everyone comes full circle and is better for it.

Like A Comet Streaming On - by Sineala

Tony escapes Afghanistan with a functioning Iron Man suit and a perfectly normal heart. He even manages to bring Ho Yinsen home safely at his side. But he may as well have lost everything... because his wolfbrother is dead. Six months later, the Avengers find Captain America, frozen in ice, miraculously alive. Everything and everyone Steve has ever known is gone -- except his wolfsister, the recipient of the lupine version of the super-soldier serum, who was frozen in his arms. Tony has everything but his wolf. Steve has only his wolf. This is how their lives fit together.

why rec?: another fic that lives in my phone and travels with me - this is an instant classic for sure. i feel like i’ve recced this before no but i will be reccing it’s “fanfic of a fanfic” in tomorrows post, so I have talked about it. I love the psychic wolf premise, I hope to maybe do something in the future with it, though I could never dream of coming close to this amazing fic. If i’ve read this once i’ve read it dozens of times and loved it more each time. 

Wait & Sea - by Lenalena 

In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

why rec?: tagged as angst and humor and if memory serves that’s exactly right. perfect blend of the humor of the identity porn trope with the angst of constant misunderstandings. 

Born From The Earth - by venusm

Tony Stark's born an omega in a world where that means he's supposed to follow certain social rules. He becomes Iron Man anyway: Fuck biology.

If only his biology (and the world) would quit fucking him back.

why rec?: i debated real heavy about including this because it’s technically steve/tony/omc, but hear me out: A great part of this fic focuses on the developing relationship between Tony and Steve, as well as Tony’s relationship with himself and the world around him. This is, hands down, my favorite fic of all time. as far as writing in general goes it’s right up there with my favorite authors. if i could only read one fic for the rest of my life this would undoubtedly be it - unfinished or no. i cannot even begin to impress upon you how much I love this fic. I can only aspire to write like this. the author makes you angry when they want you to be angry, sad when they want that too. It’s a beautifully orchestrated rollercoaster of emotion and I fall a little more in love every time I read it (which is frighteningly often).

Never Too Late for Love - by Sineala

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.

Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.

And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

why rec?: so much relationship angst. so. much. angst. Steve has to get his ass in gear and his brain into the 21st century, and Tony probably needs to go easy on the poor guy. its also ultsfic, which I’m usually not a giant fan of bc of the assholery but the dynamic works for me here

Senseless - by Scavenge4Dreams

Blinded, deafened, exhausted, injured and afraid, Tony raised himself up into a defensive position, the knife coming up just like Nat had taught him.

“That had better fucking be you, Steve Rogers- it had better be you. Fucking disarm me. If you let me kill you, I swear I will be very, very pissed.” Tony snarled, sure it was Steve approaching. Had to be. Had. To. Be.

What if it wasn’t?

why rec?: it’s been a while since i’ve read this, but I remember this being a good one that involves a rescue, injury recovery, and some eventual upon a brief reread I can say that this fic also has established relationship going for it! it’s tagged angst but it’s definitely got it’s fluffy parts and a really fun ending

Thrust Issues - by Sineala

A battle gone wrong leads Tony to the unexpected and pleasant discovery that Steve is much more well-endowed than he could ever have imagined. But when Tony learns that Steve has never actually been able to sleep with anyone because of his size, Tony does what any good friend would do: he offers to relieve Steve of his virginity. Personally. Tony's determined, Tony's methodical, and Tony has a plan. He's going to get Steve laid. Tony just needs to make sure Steve never finds out that Tony's in love with him.

why rec?: look at this point i think we can all agree that i might be a little bit of a fan of sineala’s. just wanted to throw that one out there to start us out. 

so my rec has little to do with the oodles of pining angst (of which there is plenty) and much more to do with there being a specific line in this fic that boils down to “friends fist friends right?” and I think of it at least biweekly. the rest of the fic is beautifully written and the characterization is to die for, plus its got a lovely happy ending!

She - by isozyme

Iron Man is strong and muscular and masculine, and Tony Stark wears a three-piece suit and walks with his hips stiff.  No colors other than navy or muted red. No prints bolder than a pinstripe. No luxurious silks and linens. His outfits are tailored to hang crisp and straight, his slacks hemmed to a conservative medium break.  The public won’t know. Nobody will go digging deeper, for classified ads and witnesses who remember him from half a decade ago. Steve will never find out all the ways Tony’s ruined himself.

why rec?: i’m putting this here just in case I don’t make a post for Sunday. This is one of those fics that hurts so good - it’s so well written sometimes it makes my teeth ache because it’s so sad and as the reader you can see all the pieces but a character cant. I love that feeling, its a great feeling. Some of this stuff can hit close to home so heed the warnings and read the tags!

[must-be-brooklyn]

javid first kiss?

I got you!! Modern AU bc they’re fun — I hope it’s okay, but I’m sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you were envisioning!  

Ship: Javid

Words: 1.3k

Era: Modern, university AU

The duvet on Jack’s bed was remarkably warm. If David could have had his way, he would very happily have stayed there for the rest of the term, comfortably wrapped up in blankets, Jack’s arms and oversized hoodies. There was a mug of tea cradled in his hands and an old Disney film playing on Jack’s battered laptop. It was about as close to heaven as it came during the weeks when the cold began to set in for winter.

The credits were rolling, though, and David knew that if he did not extricate himself now, he would probably never move again. 

Next to him, Jack yawned, the pleasant weight on David’s shoulders disappearing as he stretched his arms above his head.  Relaxing again, he blinked sleepily and reached forwards to turn off the sound. 

“D’ya wanna stay for dinner?” Jack asked. He did not move from his position on the bed, preferring to lean more heavily onto David’s shoulder and pull the blankets up higher. “I have some leftover pasta stuff from last night that could do us both.” 

David curled his knees up to his chest as he rubbed his eyes wearily. He then glanced out of Jack’s window, taking in the blurry, grey sky and a distinct lack of sunshine. Even looking at it made him shiver. The last few days had given then more snow than David knew what to do with. 

Against his better judgement, David shook his head. “I have to get back.” At Jack’s abashed look, he tried to justify himself. “My Russian prof said that there’d be a quiz on Monday, and I haven’t started studying the latest grammar rules, yet!” 

“But it’s only Friday! And, you’re gonna freeze to death if you go back now,” Jack said, nodding towards the window. “It’s snowing.” 

David wrinkled his nose and squinted. “Is it?” 

Jack sighed. “Time to visit the opticians, I think. When was the last time ya went?” 

David rolled his eyes as he began to pull away the covers, layer by layer. The cold immediately started to bite him and it took all the willpower he had not to crumble to Jack’s request and scramble back into the warmth. Sometimes he forgot how badly the student accommodation was heated. They were old rooms and the temperature regulation systems were inefficient at best. 

 “Stay for dinner, at least,” Jack insisted, clambering to his feet. “You’ze on the other side of campus!”

“I’ll be fine, Jack.” David began circling the small room, picking up his planner, pencil case and study notes – which had been abandoned within less than half an hour of stepping into Jack’s dorm with the initial intention of revising – and dumped them into the backpack that he had bought with him. His jacket hung over the back of a chair. 

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, perhaps a gesture of displeasure, but also convenient for hiding his hands under his arms where he could retain slightly more heat. “I could keep ya company if ya wanted,” he suggested half-heartedly, “’Cause, I know your roommate is still away.”

David laughed lightly. “You’d only get stuck over there if you came back, too.” He tried desperately not to let his brain read any further into Jack’s proposal. Since meeting during orientation week, they had spent two and a half years in a touchy-feely, back-and-forth arrangement that often left David unsure of where they stood with each other. 

At this point, he had come to realise that over thinking things was probably a bad idea. Their friends could make all the jokes they wanted as long as he did not let it adversely impact their relationship. 

Shouldering his rucksack, David turned back to Jack. “Thanks for letting me crash this afternoon,” he said, smiling softly. It had been nice. Tea and hot chocolate, movies, cuddles – all the best things with the best possible person David could think of. 

Jack shuffled slightly. “Yeah, was good. You still comin’ over to the union for lunch tomorrow?” 

“Of course,” David said. 

Jack stepped forward, arms extended. The customary goodbye hug. At first, it had been something that had made David vaguely uncomfortable, but years later, he had become accustomed to it. It was just one more part of their song and dance. 

David indulged him, falling almost gratefully into the embrace. It was warm and gave him just a few moments to memorise the exact smell of Jack’s aftershave. He began to pull away, regretful, when he suddenly felt himself moving closer in again like a reflexive action he was unable to control. 

And then, his lips were on Jacks and they were kissing. David’s brain went blank and all he could process was that Jack’s lips were slightly chapped which was almost a little unpleasant, but his hands were tight on David’s shoulders and he could not have pulled away if he had wanted to.

David gasped and raised his hands to his mouth as they separated. Something in his brain had just broken and he could not find the words of actions that he needed. He still could not make head nor tail of what had just happened. A part of him wanted to scream; years of friendship, all potentially tossed down the drain because he was not able to react appropriately to the situation at hand. 

Finally, he looked up and met Jack’s eyes. His cheeks were a bright red and his eyes were locked onto David. 

“I’m sorry,” they said breathily at the exact same time. 

Jack swallowed. “That was…” He paused and there was a shadow of doubt in his dark eyes. “You’re a really good kisser.” 

“Thank you?” David trailed off, voice squeaking embarrassingly high, and knowing that his face was probably an even deeper red than Jack’s. “You are too?” His heart was in his throat and he was only half aware of what he was saying. 

Jack finally broke eye contact and looked down at his feet, surprisingly bashful. “I, uh… I shouldn’t’ve done that,” he said slowly. “I just… I dunno. I liked ya for ages and I just… I should’ve stopped. I’m sorry, Davey.”

David’s brain finally began to kick back into action, like his system had finally rebooted after going through a forced shutdown. “Please don’t apologise. I,” he paused again and tried to string together the words he wanted, “You liked me?” 

Looking thoroughly embarrassed, Jack nodded. “I mean, still do, to be honest,” he said, “But, I ain’t gonna let this ruin our friendship or nothing.”

“I thought…” David inhaled deeply and started again, voice growing quieter and quieter as he went on. “I like you, too, though. I always thought you’d never, you know, like me back.” 

Jack’s mouth opened a little and for a second, both of them were quiet as the processed. 

“So, you’d wanna date me, then?” Jack asked, as though he could not believe what he was saying. 

David nodded hopelessly, lost for words. He could barely believe what had just happened; it felt like it was a story out of some cliché fairy tale. “I think I’d really like that,” he said. 

Jack’s face cracked into a wide grin. “So, d’you wanna stay for that pasta stuff I was talkin’ about, then?” 

David pulled his rucksack off and set it back down again, unable to stop the smile growing on his own face. “I think I can manage that.”