#oh and i replaced the sound effects bc they got messed up by the way i extracted the vocals from the polka

[angelhummel]

what would you do with the characters you don't like if you had power over glee? would you completely get rid of them, replace them or rewrite them to be something different?

I mean the mean part of me wants to say I would just scrap Brittany completely bc she didn't amount to anything in the end asjdfhlfsk BUT if I'm trying to be creative then no, that's too easy. With Brittany, there are two ways I could play it

1) She actually is quite clever but puts on the typical ditzy cheerleader act for funsies. To make sure Quinn knows she isn't a blonde rival threat lol. To mess with guys who think they can take advantage of her. Mostly for her own amusement, to see the looks on people's faces whenever she says something "dumb". But she drops the act midway thru s2 (when they quit the cheerios) and we get to see her for who she really is. Sharp and blunt at the same time, with a sardonic and dry wit that sometimes goes over people's heads. But she's dropped the dumbass act to be a lil smart ass

"How do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

2) She is kind of a ditz but she actually has the emotional intelligence that people claim she has. But the good "Go back in there and be there for Kurt", "family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what" kind, not the "you have to actually eat the chocolate bar or it will melt and look like you have poop in your hand". Basically Brittany talking about poop or toilets or anything in that same vein is strictly forbidden. She's not great in school, makes C's and D's in her main classes. But has creative electives like art, photography, creative writing, etc and does amazingly in those classes. She has her own unique way of looking at things and offers her own unique wisdom to help put things in perspective from time to time

Either way, she is never a complete fucking bonehead turned math genius bc that is fucking awful. And maybe you could even add in the actual autism angle bc like. Doesn't understand social cues, takes things too literally, etc. And either way she would graduate in s3 and get out of my face. So that's what I'd do with Brittany

Finn is easier but also harder bc this is such a gargantuan task and deviation from canon but. Have him actually be more like the person we're told he is. You TELL me he is this amazing uniter of cliques, kind hearted, perfect blend of a jock and show choir god, ushering the school into a new age of togetherness. You SHOW me he is a lil bitch who runs away from the club at the slightest difficulty, drops slurs and outs people on the reg, wants to be the leader without putting in the work, and is kind of a ball hog who actually sucks at football and isn't that great a singer. What's not clicking

Obviously Finn doesn't have to be perfect. He can have issues and uncertainties. But holy shit maybe have one issue once or twice. Doing this same bullshit half a dozen times and never learning a lesson makes me hate him!!!! Idk man just make him less of a fucking asshole

And don't fucking act like he ascended to sainthood when he died. I'm sorry but that bullshit about like "Finn wanted Sam in the club bc he was looking for someone to take over his legacy when he was gone" like shut the fuck up that actually sounds insane. Don't fucking do that. Finn is just a dude. Just make him be a kind of chill and cool dude with his heart in the right place but he slips up and makes mistakes bc he's still human. He doesn't use slurs or out anyone. He isn't constantly beating people up. He doesn't attack a sex worker, thanks. Maybe don't make him a serial cheater either, that would be nice

As for Sebastian, yeah, no, you can scrap him completely. He isn't interesting or fun and it actually drives me insane that he's the fifth most popular character on ao3. You can have your own preferences, you can like a little rich bitch bratty bad boy villain wannabe. But knowing that that many people are so far up his butt makes me wanna scream lol

Shelby, I would change her plotline by having her end up in jail. That would be a nice arc for her character

Will, I would change him by having him be a decent teacher. Broke: himbo Finn. Woke: himbo Will. He's kind and tries his best but he is shockingly dumb. Doesn't realize his wife isn't really pregnant for like five months?? The pieces are there. He sometimes lets himself be bulldozed in his own classroom but when other students talk, he listens. Takes their suggestions, actually shines a light on everyone, helps them improve and lets everyone have their moment in the spotlight. In the end everyone loves him and when he wins teacher of the year, it doesn't feel like a hollow bullshit contrivance

Sue. Either make her drop the villain shtick by about s3, or get rid of her entirely. Talk about going around in circles. I really think she was the worst of it. It got sooo old and boring and it was the same thing for six seasons. So have her be an ally to the club come s3, after her sister's funeral bc that makes sense. Or just write her off. Idc how

Don't ever let Rory set fucking foot on this show. Sorry to the actor but that character was partially responsible for why s3 went down the fucking shitter. He was terrible, and having to write plots about being Irish made early s3 a fucking joke

Oh and I would magically make it so that the viewers of the show have some common fucking sense. And if a character is being racist or a bigot or just a general cunt, there wouldn't be 2395890 compilation videos on youtube praising them for being brutally honest or sassy or hilarious or what have you. :) You know, if I had THAT kind of power

So yeah those are my thoughts. Took me a while to answer but I appreciate the ask!

[sakurology]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/29

treat like gold

Lingerie: Alisa Haiba x Fem!Reader

Warnings: not a lot ??? I don’t think? Light voyeurism, light exhibitionism, Dom!Alisa a little bit, never thought I’d write scissoring but that’s in there, fingering, some bad words, ummmmmm yeah I think that’s it? Just wanna be topped by the woman of my dreams

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: lmfao I found out Alisa is an Aries and chaos ensued I’m so sorry 👀 also ty @whet-ones-write for being my lovely beta reader bc sometimes we can’t all die like men also kiska is just a Russian pet name, it’s the equivalent to “kitten” in English!

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

Red has always been her color. No matter what she wore, no matter how many runways she walked, no matter how many campaigns she had booked- she always stood out the most in red. It was her lucky color, and her lucky red pumps that got her the deal with the biggest up and coming intimates brand, TLG Lingerie.

Red was her lucky color, and the bane of your existence.

Being friends and living with a model obviously had its perks- her agency pays your rent; and you live in a fucking penthouse for starters. You get to go to a ton of industry parties, and of course, getting to see your amazing best friend live her dreams and cheer her on felt good. But you’d be a liar if you didn’t admit that it was also self-indulgent of you to be her assistant- you were the one that told her agency to send her on the TLG go-see… you’re the one who suggested the stylist change her from the white piece to the red one… you are the reason that those test shots of her in a fiery red bra, stocking, and garter set are sitting on your kitchen table right now- and let’s not even get started on the red marabou babydoll that you insisted she wear. You did this to yourself.

Fucking masochist. Now look at you. You’re a mess.

Your fingers were knuckle deep in your own wetness, your free hand aggressively kneading your breast as you rutted your hips against your hand, softly reciting her name as your face twisted in a torturous buildup. There was no way to prepare for the way the door flung open…. you hadn’t even heard her come into the penthouse.

“Hey, Y/N I was going to order Thai for din- OH!”

Your motions ceased, the feeling of your orgasm was instead replaced by a burning heat and anxious nausea as your eyes met Alisa’s in the doorway. Neither of you could move or speak- it felt like life was moving in slow motion.

“I didn’t know you were busy, I'm sorry,” Alisa spoke.

Her eyes were unmoving, not only looking at you but through you. Her breathing wavered as she bent over to pick up the discarded takeout menu. You finally regained enough composure to cover yourself- still dazed and utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know I had that effect on you.”

You wanted to feign ignorance, hell, you wanted to die- but in this moment playing dumb was the only thing you could do- until she picked up the still you had casually slipped into your pocket when she originally had the TLG shoot.

“You know, you could’ve just asked for a still,” she lamented, starting to make her way over to you. While your eyes widened with fear, her’s awakened with intrigue. She sat at the corner of the living room sectional tracing the corners of the photograph with her fingertips, eyes fluttering back and forth between it and you.

Finally settling her gaze, Alisa laid back, settling into your mattress with a sigh. Your body tensed as she stared- her eyes have always been her sharpest feature against her delicate appearance.

“Go ahead,” she goaded. “Finish what you started.”

It was a pointed command. Biting her lip, she pulled away the throw blankets that you had been so desperately clutching, cool air hitting your skin as you let out a shaky exhale. You stomach twisted ín self- consciousness, but you couldn’t stop either- an unexplainable tether pulled you. Readjusting yourself on the couch, you rested your back flush against the supportive cushion, spreading more to give her a full show of your puffy, slick-coated lips and inner thighs. She flopped onto her stomach, peering up at you from the foot of the couch intently.

“I- I-...” Finally, you were able to utter a syllable. It wasn’t of much use.

“You what?” She teased tilting her head curiously and almost in an innocent fashion. “You weren’t this stiff a minute ago~”

Your cheeks were hot, but your core was even hotter. Slowly, you slid a finger across your clit, jerking at the contact while she watched. As you rubbed some more tiny circles, one by one the soft whimpers from before started to fill the room yet again. You and Alisa kept eyes locked on each other as you curled in one of your fingers, then another, the open mouthed ‘o’ spreading across your face as her eyes darkened even more. She was beautiful- but sinister in her line of questioning.

“Does it feel good?”

You nodded.

“Do you do this often? Do you play with yourself and wish it were me?”

You fixed your lips to say no but nothing came out as you saw her begin to unbutton her blouse. It would’ve been a lie anyway. You’ve wanted her for as long as you’ve been friends. You’ve wanted her ever since you met.

“You shouldn’t be using photos of me if you have the real thing,” the fabric flowed off of her body to reveal the bra from the photographs- the fiery red lace and golden ‘TLG’ hook in the middle. Alisa began to crawl toward you, stopping just short of your feet to shimmy her way out of the pencil skirt she had been wearing for all of her go-sees that day. The matching red thong came into view, the full effect of the photos paling in comparison to the actual sight in front of you.

“Especially not when you can have the real thing anytime you want.”

By now her face was so close to yours that her breath tickled you. You had unconsciously sped up the motions of your fingers, a third falling in line with the others and pistoning itself in and out of your pussy. Alisa cooed and mewled, nodding at you with sweet praises falling from her lips. Taking your free hand, she guided you to her own chest, hands just grazing her barely covered tits- then to her lips, pulling two of your fingers into her mouth. As your jaw was hanging open, all you could do was manage a half sob from the back of your throat. The dizzying feeling of what was happening combining with the lightheadedness you were already feeling begin to well up inside of you.

There was a moment of stillness from you as Alisa leaned down to eye your glistening heat. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as her fingertips found a way up your chin, brushing past your lips as you began to suckle almost instinctively. Pleased with your eagerness, she looked up at you through her thick lashes, batting her eyes.

“How about we just… touch each other hm?” The suggestion hung in the air, only punctuated by your ragged breathing and a desperate “please” that squeaked from your throat, raw from straining and holding in the moans of your impending high.

“I’ve barely touched you, y/n.” she hummed. “You’re so desperate. It’s cute.” Her little giggle made your walls clench haphazardly at her teasing. Slowly, she slipped herself out of the red fabric at her hips, neatly placing the bundled thong in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

“I can’t let you have all the fun…”

Alisa’s finger trailed up your slit, collecting the pooling wetness that coated your lower half. She smiled, taking it into her mouth, humming at the taste of your essence. Her weight shifted as she moved herself to dangle over you, repositioning one of your legs and interlocking your fingers with hers to hold a semblance of balance as she lowered her own hips to meet yours. Slowly, she ran herself against you, making sure to guide your hips to match her own ministrations. You strained against each other, juices mixing as you began to work up an even pace.

“How long have you wanted this?” Her flowery moans filled the room with an unexpected rasp, one contrasting that of her normally demure voice. She was a completely new person- a sapphic vixen driven by nothing more than the feeling the sins of your flesh.

“I - fuck,” you panted, taking a sharp inhale as you felt two of her fingers suddenly begin to slowly stretch you. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this so bad.”

Her other free hand began to pinch and tweak at your hardened nipples, wanton cries spilling out of your lips and into hers, muffled under her kiss.

“Mhmmm, I know you have, kiska,” Alisa moaned, craning her neck down to your earlobe, gently blowing on it as she continued to grind down into you. Your walls flushed with heat at the roughness of her mother tongue combining with her soft voice.

“Everyone wants to fuck me. I’m Alisa fucking Haiba.”

Your walls clamping onto her fingers was confirmation enough that she was right, a smug chuckle and click of her tongue resounding in your ear as she locked her gaze with that of your own.

Her clit slid against yours with each buck of your hips, the sudden motions combined with her fingers curling against your soft walls again sparking the painstaking buildup of a knot in your stomach. Alisa’s eyes never left yours as one of her delicate, expertly manicured hands found its way to each side of your neck, gently squeezing. No sound escaped your lips, but your jaw was stuck open as she started to speed up her movement, rutting her cunt against yours even more aggressively than before.

The pleasurable friction between you two had your eyes screw shut before you could even get one last look at her face. You came undone with a shrill cry, hips bucking almost manically as you rode it out. The self satisfying smirk on Alisa’s face said it all.

Wiping the hairs from your sweaty forehead she kissed you again, hopping up and darting toward the stairs, leaving you panting breathlessly.

“What about the food?” Your voice was barely above a hoarse croak. It was scratchy and raw, even though you had barely made any sounds. Too much straining had taken its toll, and that was evident.

“That can wait,” she called. She was halfway up the stairs, looking down at you from the landing’s balcony.

“I’m gonna go put on the babydoll…. and get my toy box.”

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[kookiesjoonies]

all in | chapter nine.

all in | chapter nine: wake up call.

main pairing: jeon jungkook x park jimin

side ships: vmin (mentioned)

word count: 3.1k

warnings: language (lots of f bombs bc these two are a mess), so much angst, oral sex, deep throat, choking, jealousy, dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, some fluff

A/N: make sure that you’ve read chapter eight and the chapter eight add on before reading this! some of the things jungkook talks about are in those chapters, including the pictures he mentions. also if you’d like to hurt even worse while reading this chapter, i suggest listening to jimin and jungkook’s cover of we don’t talk anymore to get the full effect. 

*not my gif*

— SERIES SUMMARY

you aren’t usually one to give out your number to strangers (let alone customers), but after you start talking to Namjoon and getting to know him, you decide that there’s no way you’re going to let him leave without it. however, he fails to mention that he’s one of the most popular rappers in South Korea. and it just so happens that one of your best friends ends up with an extra ticket to one of his shows.

To say that Jimin was annoyed was an understatement. It was nine in the fucking morning, and he’d just been rudely awakened by the sound of aggressive thumping against his front door. He let out a long, frustrated groan and rolled himself out of his bed. He had no idea who would be brave enough to wake him up this early on a Saturday morning.

The knocking never ceased as he neared the door, and he was really getting aggravated now. Whoever this was, was relentless. And they obviously had a death wish.

“I’m fucking coming! Jeez.” Jimin called out before grabbing the handle of the door and swinging it open.

His look of anger had now been replaced by one of confusion as he stared up at his ex-boyfriend. It was then that he was sure he was dreaming. Jimin brought a hand up to rub the sleepiness from his eyes and expected Jungkook to be gone when he looked up again. However, he was wrong, and he was still very present.

Jimin was shocked, “Jungkook, what are you doing here? And why so early?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, and shook his head. But then he met Jimin’s eyes and began to speak, “I’m here because I’m pissed the fuck off at you.”

The look in Jungkook’s eyes wasn’t one that Jimin was familiar with, and he couldn’t quite figure it out.

Jimin scoffed, “What the fuck could I possibly have done? We don’t even speak unless it’s in the group chat.”

The taller man pushed his way through the entrance, and let out a long sigh. He ran both hands through his fluffed up locks before turning to face Jimin once again.

“Oh, please. Do come in.” Jimin said, tone laced with sarcasm.

He slammed the door shut behind him, fully awake now and standing in front of Jungkook, albeit a little too close.

“I asked you a question.” Jimin’s voice was firm. He’d crossed his arms over his chest now, searching Jungkook’s face for any sort of reason as to why he’d shown up here so angry.

“We spoke the other night, in person. At the concert.” Jungkook answered simply.

Jimin rolled his eyes. That wasn’t an answer.

“Talking to me in person is what pissed you off enough to make you show up at my house looking like you’re about to Hulk out?”

“No you fucking smartass. I’m pissed off because of what you did at the concert, and how it was so fucking disrespectful, but you didn’t care. Not that I’m shocked, you never fucking cared—“ Jimin raised a hand and cut him off before he could finish.

“Jungkook, what in the fuck are you talking about? When did I disrespect you?”

It’s as if Jungkook didn’t hear a word that he’d said. He just kept rambling, and the more he talked the closer he got to Jimin. So close now that Jimin could feel Jungkook’s breath against his nose.

“And not to mention the fucking pictures you posted. It’s not bad enough that I had to witness it in person, I have to see it whenever I open fucking Instagram or Twitter?!” He wasn’t quite yelling, but he was close.

And all of a sudden, something clicked. Jimin was getting heated now, and he rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time since this shit started.

“Are you seriously talking about the pictures I posted with Taehyung right now? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook made a noise that was similar to a growl, a low growl that seemed to only rile Jimin up more.

Jungkook mocked Jimin’s tone as he spoke, “Yes I seriously am talking about Taehyung right now. But it’s not just the fucking pictures, Jimin, God. It’s about how you were all fucking over him the other night backstage. With me sitting two feet away from you! You are so fucking disrespectful—“

Jimin cut him off again, only this time he did it by placing his finger over Jungkook’s mouth. And when he spoke again, he spoke through gritted teeth. The sound of his voice had lowered, barely above a whisper now, but still had a bite to it that made Jungkook’s breathing slow and sent chills running down his arms.

“Jungkook, I did not disrespect you. We are not together. I can flirt with whoever I want. And I can post pictures with whoever I want. I’m not yours anymore.”

Jungkook brought a hand up to swat Jimin’s away from his mouth, and he felt like he could spit in his face, “And whose fucking fault is that, Jimin?”

Jimin didn’t hesitate when he answered, “Yours. You’re the one who broke up with me.”

Jungkook laughed. He actually laughed, and didn’t stop. Jimin was sure he’d finally snapped.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Jimin asked, eyebrow raised as he watched Jungkook attempt to catch his breath.

“What’s fucking hilarious to me is that you think us breaking up was my fault. I might’ve broken up with you, but you’re the one that ended us.”

Jimin scowled and he took a step back from Jungkook. And maybe he took a step back because, subconsciously, he knew that Jungkook was right. It was his fault. But he’d never say that out loud.

Jungkook was quick to take a step forward as Jimin took his step back.

“Did you fuck him?”

Jungkook’s question caught Jimin off guard. He shook his head slightly and looked up at him, a look of utter confusion settling on his face.

“What?”

“I said,” Jungkook spat, “Did. You. Fuck. Him.”

Jimin took a step forward, closing what little space remained between them. Their chests were touching now, and they could both feel how quickly the other’s heart was beating. Foreheads almost touching, Jimin let out a cold laugh.

“Maybe. But what the fuck is it to you? Like I said before, I’m not yours anymore.”

That was it. Jungkook was done. He’d had more than enough of this shit.

Before Jimin could even process what was happening, he was being pushed up against his front door with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat.

Jungkook was towering over him, and Jimin was looking up at him with daring eyes. Neither of them moved, they barely breathed.

Until finally, Jungkook spoke words right into Jimin’s ear. So quietly that he had to strain to hear what he’d said.

“If you say that you aren’t mine one more fucking time, I’ll make you regret even thinking it.”

Jimin’s knees had started to shake, but he tried to act as if he was unaffected by Jungkook’s actions. He brought a hand up to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist as he tilted his head up to look him in the eye.

He knew what he was about to say next was going to push Jungkook so far over the edge. And that’s exactly what he was hoping for.

“Maybe I don’t fucking want to be yours anymore. Maybe I want to be Taehyung’s.”

Jungkook’s jaw visibly tightened, and Jimin gulped at the sight. Which resulted in the sides of his throat being squeezed, causing him to let out a moan he didn’t even know he was holding back.

Jungkook smirked at the sound, shaking his head, “You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing,” he let his free hand travel slowly down Jimin’s torso to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, “it sure as fuck seems like you want to be mine.”

Jimin shamelessly let out another moan, only this time more high pitched and drawn out.

“What?” Jungkook questioned, running his thumb along Jimin’s shaft through the fabric, “no more smartass remarks?”

Jimin gasped, and Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his throat once again, surely leaving behind bruises. Jimin was already losing his mind, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. It never failed to amaze him how easily Jungkook could make him fall apart, because nobody else had ever been able to.

“Would you just fuck me already?” Jimin hissed.

He tried to act all nonchalant, but Jungkook knew better.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

Jungkook’s lips crashed onto Jimin’s for the first time in over a year and the feeling was absolutely fucking euphoric. They both let out a sigh as their lips moved, and if it hadn’t been for the hold that Jungkook had on him keeping him up, Jimin was sure he’d have fallen straight to the floor.

Jungkook’s tongue moved to lick across Jimin’s lower lip, and Jimin easily opened up his mouth for him. Jungkook’s tongue curled around Jimin’s in a way that drove both of them fucking crazy. Jimin let out a whimper, followed by Jungkook letting out a low chuckle. The vibrations of it going straight from Jimin’s lips to his dick.

Jimin pulled his head back and tried to catch his breath. Jungkook’s hands were now on either side of Jimin’s head, palms lying flat against the surface of the door.

“To answer your earlier question,” Jungkook started, “no I will not fuck you already.”

Jimin felt his blood start to boil again, and he opened his mouth to protest. Because how the /fuck/ could Jungkook do all of that, and not follow through? But before Jimin could even get a word out, Jungkook was speaking again.

“I am going to fuck you, just so were clear,” He pushed a strand of Jimin’s hair out of his eyes and took it between his index and middle fingers and twirled it around, “but you’re going to choke on my dick first.”

His voice was stern, and his eyes stayed fixated on Jimin as he took a step back and began to undo his belt. His zipper came next, and Jimin’s mouth was beginning to water. But he didn’t dare move. He knew from past experiences that when Jungkook wanted something from him, he’d tell him.

Jungkook pushed his jeans down and let them pool around his ankles, his underwear following closely behind. He stepped out of them, and took a slow step toward Jimin. Jungkook wiped the bit of drool that was forming on the corner of Jimin’s lip before tilting his chin up and forcing him to meet his eyes.

“If I ever hear you say that you aren’t mine or that you want to be someone else’s again, Jimin, so help me.”

“You won’t.” Jimin didn’t hesitate in answering.

Because truth be told, he didn’t want to be anyone else’s. Even though they’d been broken up for what felt like ages now, he was still Jungkook’s. He had always been Jungkook’s. And he always would be.

The corner of Jungkook’s lips turned up and into a smirk, “That’s what I thought. Now, get down on those knees and let me mess that pretty mouth of yours up.”

Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He was down on his knees the second that Jungkook finished his sentence.

Jungkook’s cock was a dream, really. Not too long, and perfectly thick. Perfect pink tip with a well trimmed base, Jimin couldn’t help but to lick his lips as he inched his face closer. As much as he wanted to take his time with it, he knew there was no way in hell that Jungkook was going to let him do that. So he pressed his tongue to the tip and swirled around the precum that had gathered there.

Jungkook let out a long groan as he looked down at him and pushed a hand through Jimin’s hair to get it out of his face. When Jimin’s lips wrapped around the head, Jungkook sighed and pushed his hips forward, forcing Jimin to take in more of his length.

“That’s good, baby. Taking my cock so well. I bet you’ve missed having those perfect lips wrapped around me, huh?”

But truth be told, Jungkook was sure he’d missed having Jimin on his knees in front of him more.

Jimin hollowed out his cheeks and kept taking him down his throat until his nose hit the base of his dick. Jungkook was biting down on his lower lip so hard that he was sure it was going to bleed, and Jimin internally smirked to himself as he reached a hand up to pay attention to Jungkook’s neglected balls.

“Oh, fuck.”

Jungkook’s breathing was uneven now as he spoke and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head as Jimin began to quickly bob his head. Jungkook growled, opening his eyes to look down and admire the sight below him.

“God, you look so fucking perfect like this. Mouth swollen, drool falling down your chin. You’re a fucking dream, Park Jimin.”

Jimin hummed in response, which just sent a string of vibrations through Jungkook’s dick. Which, in turn, had the younger man seeing stars. He moved both of his hands into Jimin’s hair and held his face completely still.

“Look up at me.”

And Jimin did, through hooded eyes as he swallowed around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s hips snapped forward at a brutal pace and hit the back of Jimin’s throat every time. Jimin placed his hands on the backs of Jungkook’s thighs and tried to keep himself steady. He was loving this. The way Jungkook’s cock seemed to fit perfectly in his mouth, the way Jungkook was holding onto his hair for dear life, and the sounds that were coming out of Jungkook’s mouth. The fucking sounds. It was music to his ears, his favorite fucking song.

He let him have his way with him. Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing against his dick every so often, making Jungkook hiss and moan all at the same time. His thrusts became erratic, and Jimin knew that meant he was close. And he also knew what would push him straight over the edge.

He reached a hand up to cover the part of his shaft that his mouth wasn’t reaching, and began to quickly pump up and down. At the same time, he was continuously moaning against Jungkook’s cock, which again, caused those dreamy vibrations that made Jungkook feel like he was floating.

“Jesus, fuck! Jimin, I’m—“ Before he could even finish the sentence to warn him, he was spilling his cum down Jimin’s throat.

And Jimin swallowed and sucked down every last drop of it like his life depended on it. Jungkook pounded out his orgasm in Jimin’s mouth before pulling his hips back, his breathing hard and uneven. Jimin pulled off of Jungkook’s dick with a pop sound, a series of coughs making their way past his lips as he tried to steady his breathing.

With one hand still in Jimin’s hair, Jungkook pulled him up off of the floor and immediately pressed their lips together.

He mumbled in between kisses, “So. Fucking. Good.”

As their mouths separated, it was Jimin’s turn to smirk.

“Since I was, ‘so fucking good,’ does that mean you’re finally going to fuck me?”

“Baby, I’m going to make you regret asking me that question.”

“Did you fuck him, though?” Jungkook couldn’t help himself. He had to know the answer.

Considering he had Jimin lying naked under the sheets beside of him, and the fact that Jungkook had just made him cum three times in a row, you’d think it wouldn’t bother him anymore. But it did.

Jimin cocked an eyebrow and rolled over on his side so that he could face him, “Is that really what you’re thinking about right now? After what we just did?”

Jungkook shrugged, a tired expression falling on his face, “Yeah.”

Jimin sighed as he sat up on the bed, bringing both of his hands up to rest on either side of Jungkook’s face. But Jungkook couldn’t look at him, afraid that if he did, he’d get the answer that he dreaded hearing most. So, instead, he kept his eyes fixed down toward his lap.

“Hey,” Jimin said softly, “look at me.”

“I’m scared to.”

“Kook, I didn’t fuck him.”

Jungkook let out a long sigh of relief, and finally lifted his head to look at Jimin, “Thank fucking God.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else since we broke up, actually.”

This honestly shocked Jungkook. He thought for sure Jimin would have been with at least a few people. He was undeniably attractive, and naturally an enormous flirt. People always wanted his attention.

“Neither have I.” Jungkook confessed.

“Then what the fuck are we doing, Kook? Why are we trying so hard to stay away from each other? When it’s so clear that we just want to be together.” Jimin questioned, and he had a sad look in his eyes that made Jungkook’s heart drop.

“I want to be with you, but—“

Jimin refused to let him finish that sentence. So instead, in an attempt to shut him up, he pressed his lips firmly against Jungkook’s. It was a sweet kiss that resulted in butterflies in both of their stomachs. Jungkook sighed against Jimin’s mouth and brought his hands up to wrap around his neck. He twirled the ends of Jimin’s hair around his fingers and Jimin kept a firm hold on Jungkook’s face. He thought that if he could just hold him there, and keep kissing him, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to reject him.

But Jungkook was the one who pulled away first, with Jimin’s lips chasing after him.

“Jimin,” Jungkook started, “I do want to be with you. But if that’s going to happen, then things have got to be different.”

Jimin’s response was immediate, “It will be. I swear. Look, I know I fucked up. And I know I took advantage of you, and I know I hurt you. I don’t ever want to be the reason that you’re upset ever again. So please believe me when I tell you that I am fucking determined to make you happy. From now until my last day on this Earth, Jungkook. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the reason that you are.”

Jungkook wanted to believe him, but there was just one more thing that he needed to hear Jimin say. And he wasn’t sure if he ever would.

As if he could hear what Jungkook was thinking, Jimin pleaded, “I’m sorry, Jungkook. For everything. Please believe me.”

Jungkook’s mouth turned up and into a wide smile, perfect white teeth fully on display. His nose was scrunched in the way that Jimin found unbelievably adorable, and he just wanted to kiss him again.

“I forgive you, Jimin.”

And so he did kiss him, but all over his face. Starting at his chin, then on both of his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, until finally landing a quick peck on his lips.

“So, does that mean we’re going to give this another shot?” Jimin asked, voice sounding hopeful.

Jungkook nodded, running his thumb over the top of Jimin’s cheek, “Yeah, we are.”

A/N: are you guys as happy that they made up as i am, because whew! never thought i’d see the day. hope you don’t mind me giving them their own little chapter, i had fun doing it. i’ve been thinking about posting a one shot separate from this series about their breakup and what happened. so with that said, tell me why you think they broke up! i’d love to hear your theories because i really left it open to interpretation. 

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hello hi! if ur ever looking for ideas/prompts for spidey stuff i have an idea i've wanted to see but havent really yet: i have a sensory processing disorder so i personally always really connect w spidey when fics talk about him kind of having sensory issues, but they almost always only talk about getting too much sensory input. which is super valid! but a lot of people also have issues w not enough sensory input (i have issues w both! its gotta be a balance). (pt. 1 bc i talk to much)

(pt. 2 bc i talk too much) not having enough sensory input still needs grounding techniques and stuff! i know for me i'll start kind of pulling my hair, scratching too violently, etc. and then my service pup will lick my face to replace harmful sensory cravings with safe ones! i just feel like this might be interesting to see w peter and the avengers trying to give him safer/better sensory input bc it might be cute. totally no pressure though! just thought i'd yell this idea into the void

Oh god never apologize for talking too much! I love this idea, thanks so much for the request. Funny story, as I was reading I was just like...wait not everyone does this??? So...thanks for helping me realize things!

Just Right

Read it on Ao3

Warnings: descriptions of a meltdown, sensory deprivation (kinda), some self-injury

Pairings: none. found family is my shit

Word count: 2667

If you could see Peter’s lab in Stark Tower or the Avengers Compound, you’d wonder if it’s some mad-scientist abomination or a storage room gone crazy.

There are screens upon screens upon screens, little things scattered across almost every available surface, and even ones that aren’t technically available. There are haphazardly balanced books and sheets of metal and overflowing trash cans and more random trinkets scattered around than you can think of. And yet, Peter knows precisely where everything is.

Organized chaos. Entropy. There’s some scientific explanation for it.

Peter works in a state of 'a lot.' There's a reason for that, and a reason it's a bad idea for him to not have that.

If you could see Peter’s lab in Stark Tower or the Avengers Compound, you’d wonder if it’s some mad-scientist abomination or a storage room gone crazy.

There are screens upon screens upon screens, little things scattered across almost every available surface, and even ones that aren’t technically available. There are haphazardly balanced books and sheets of metal and overflowing trash cans and more random trinkets scattered around than you can think of. And yet, Peter knows precisely where everything is.

Organized chaos. Entropy. There’s some scientific explanation for it.

Even Tony, the resident doer-of-so-many-things, is baffled when he walks in to see Peter looking at three separate screens, two sets of earbuds—one in each ear—texting as he calls out things for FRIDAY or KAREN or EDITH to help him with. Sometimes he’s talking to all three at once and texting.

“Kid,” Tony says, coming up behind him and resting a hand on his shoulder, “you know you gotta pay attention to the stuff you’re doing, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m doing things!”

Cue an impressive rant that even Tony struggles to keep up with in places, all the while Peter’s fingers fly over his keyboard and beat out rhythms on his crossed legs. He looks up at Tony with a bright smile and sometimes, sometimes Tony wonders what goes on in that head of his.

Because if he’s only seeing the little bits that manage to make their way out of the kid’s mouth…god.

Can you blame him for giving Peter a technological playground? Kid lights up better than an arc reactor.

Tony just shakes his head and says: “Kids these days.”

It’s not an uncommon sight to see Peter doing his work with screens scrolling and music blasting over his earbuds. It drives Steve nuts, his mother-hen instincts trying to make sure Peter’s paying enough attention that he won’t hurt himself.

“I know, I know, Pete,” he laughs when Peter glares at him, “I know you can do it, and I trust you, I’m just…”

Peter softens the smallest bit, dropping his project to scurry over and hug Steve. “I know. You worry.”

Steve smirks, running his hand through Peter’s hair. “Gotta make sure you’re in good enough shape for our walk this weekend.”

“Are we gonna do just the anti-homeless benches or are we doing the ramp bars too?”

“We’ll see how fast we can run, hmm?”

“May wants pictures too.”

“Ah yes, for the Baby’s First Act of Civil Disobedience book.”

“Steve!”

“Nope, that’s what she called it. She sent me a photo.”

Peter’s fine. And Steve told the truth, he does trust Peter. They all do. Kind of a side effect of the whole superhero gig, you learn to trust your people.

Doesn’t necessarily mean you understand them.

It’s been a long day. They’ve had to do some interview with this-or-that news station about their stances on some issue that is ‘complicated on both sides.’ Long enough that even Steve’s—frankly impressive—public service mask is slipping. Natasha gave up trying to masquerade as someone who cared ages ago, glaring daggers at anyone who so much as suggested something unreasonable. Tony shoos the last of the day’s worries out the door as Clint flops down on the sofa.

“Why,” he groans, “did we have to do that?”

“We’re role models,” Steve recites, even as the slump of his shoulders says ‘no’ in every possible way, “it’s our duty.”

“Yeah well, I never signed up to be a fucking role model.”

“Clearly.”

“If you dare tell me off for cursing I swear—“

Bucky just smacks Steve upside the head before he can say anything.

“Ow!”

“Don’t, Stevie,” Bucky warns, “just don’t.”

“Peter?”

Everyone turns around to look at Sam, crouched in front of Peter. He’s hunched over, almost curled up completely in his chair. His curls bounce back and forth, small muttering sounds coming from under them.

“Peter,” Sam calls again, “Peter, can you look at me?”

Peter’s head raises slowly and Sam’s glad for the training he’s had that keeps him from reacting visually. Peter’s face is a mess, thin red lines, and tense muscles everywhere.

“Hey, Pete,” he says softly, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Peter shuffles. “Need something.”

“Okay. You hungry?”

“No. Need something.” He starts beating out a frantic rhythm on his legs, hard enough to make Sam wince. “Something, I gotta—“

“Where are your earbuds, Peter?”

“Counter.”

Tony tosses them their way without even hesitating. Sam hands them to Peter and almost immediately his hands fly to plug them in, jam the buds into his ears. The room waits, no one willing to move until Peter takes a deep breath and his shoulders slump. After a few seconds, he starts tapping his fingers again, this time much less frenzied. Judging by the pattern, it’s probably to the beat of the song.

“…sorry,” he mutters after a few moments, “sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sam says, “you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanna talk about it?”

“Uh…not really, not right now.”

“Okay. Is that a ‘you don’t wanna talk about it at all’ or a ‘you wanna talk about it later?’ Either is fine,” Sam says quickly when Peter shifts nervously, “I just wanna understand a little bit more so we can help.”

“M-maybe later.”

“Sounds good.” Sam stands up. “You want us to leave you alone or are you fine if we hang out?”

“Stay,” Peter says, “please.”

“Sure thing, kid.” Sam makes his way over to the others, shaking his head when a couple of them shoot him curious looks. He glances back over at Peter to see him doing some motion that involves all four of his limbs. It’s…oddly mesmerizing, actually.

“I think he’s doing a music exercise,” Natasha murmurs, “eighth-notes, quarter-notes, half-notes, whole notes.”

Bruce stares at her. “He’s doing what?”

Natasha eases her way onto a stool, her left hand tapping along with Peter’s left. “This hand,” she says, still staring, “taps out every quarter note. One, two, three, four.”

“The right hand,” she says, tapping twice as fast with her right, “does the eighth notes. One-and-two-and-three-and-four-and.”

“Then the feet do…one…three…one…three.” She starts gently tapping her feet in time with Peter’s. “And one…one…one…one…”

Steve just shakes his head slowly. “That’s…complicated.”

“It’s a good way to immerse yourself in music,” Natasha murmurs, smiling slightly, “helped me too.”

“What’s it for?”

“I think our Baby Spider is trying to ground himself.” Natasha gives Peter a smile when he catches her doing the same motions. “And it’s fun.”

His other hand never missing a beat, Peter plucks out one of his earbuds and holds it out to Natasha. She smiles and joins him, sitting by his side and carefully inserting the bud.

“Ooh,” she says softly when she figures out what song it is, “nice choice.”

“Thanks.”

They sit like that as the others bustle around quietly, getting all the interview stuff tucked away and Steve starts the cooking for tonight. He shoos Tony out with a spatula as the genius pouts, quickly picking some innocuous bickering fight that makes Bruce roll his eyes and take the book Thor offers him. Bucky and Sam crash onto a nearby couch, Bucky half-heartedly trying to copy Peter and Natasha for a few moments before laughing and giving up. The dinner passes in relative quiet until Peter sighs and plucks out his earbuds, collapsing onto Natasha’s shoulder.

Natasha barely flinches, reaching up to ruffle Peter’s hair. “Hey there, Baby Spider. You okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter sighs, “sorry.”

“Told you,” Sam says easily, “you got nothing to apologize for.”

“No, I…I should’ve told you.”

“Peter,” Steve chides gently, “you’re allowed to not tell us things if you don’t want to.”

“But it’s also important that I tell you things,” Peter says stubbornly. “It’s not fair to you guys if I don’t tell you what bothers me and then you can’t do anything about it or it takes you by surprise.”

“That’s fair, Peter.” Natasha leans her head onto his. “Do you have something you want to tell us, then?”

“Yeah, I, uh…” Peter twists his fingers together, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Actually, uh, do you mind if I…have my earbuds in while I tell you? I’ll—I’ll play it on low volume, I’ll still be able to hear you, I just—“

“Shh,” Natasha hushes, “you don’t need to justify your needs. Go ahead.”

“…thanks.” A few seconds later and Peter visibly relaxes, running his hands through his hair as he sits up. “So, I, uh, I have a sensory processing disorder.”

Most of them nod. He’s not the only one. Bucky and Bruce in particular make some gesture of solidarity.

“But I, um…mine’s weird.”

“Weird how,” Sam asks.

“Uh, you know how most people get overwhelmed from too much sensory input?” When he gets an answering nod, Peter takes a deep breath. “I have, uh, I have the opposite.”

“…yours is triggered by having too little sensory input?”

“Yeah. That’s why I have…all the screens going all the time.”

Tony huffs. “Little bit of an understatement.”

“I-it’s easier for me to think!”

“It’s okay, Pete, I don’t mean anything by it,” Tony says instantly, raising his hands in surrender, “just wanna make sure this old man can still keep up with you, that’s all.”

“He admitted he’s old!” Clint throws his hands up in triumph. “All hail Peter Parker, the One Who Got Tony Stark To Admit He’s Old.”

“Alright, alright,” Thor says when it looks like Tony’s going to throw Steve’s salad across the table at Clint, “that’s enough. Peter,” he says, turning back, “how do we help?”

“H-help?”

“Surely it can’t come as a surprise that we wish to help you,” Thor chuckles, “now come on, out with it.”

“Uh…you did good today,” Peter mumbles, “getting me my earbuds and stuff.”

“Is that what we should do, then?”

“Yeah. Just, um, get me stuff that’ll occupy my sense. Optimal levels of arousal and all that.”

“Does that include physical contact,” Steve asks, “or no?”

“…sometimes? I gotta ask for that though.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Steve smiles and reaches out to squeeze Peter’s hand. “Thank you for telling us. I’m proud of you.”

“Ah, jeez,” Peter mumbles, his cheeks flushing, “do you have to say it like that?”

“Like what,” Steve asks like he obviously doesn’t know.

“Like—like that.”

“Steve, you’re such an asshole.”

“I agree with Bucky.”

“Both of you hush or there’ll be no dessert.”

The cry of protest that goes up around the table is enough to make Steve almost fall out of his chair from laughing too hard.

It’s pretty easy after that. They all keep an eye on Peter during functions where they’ve gotta sit still for long periods of time. Often they’ll hide Peter in the back and one of them will reach down, let Peter play with their hands, or sneak some new piece of tech in for him to tinker with. They always keep his earbuds close by and there’s never a problem if Peter needs his earbuds in while he’s at dinner with them or watching a movie.

Then May texts Tony one day when Peter’s scheduled to come over.

May: Peter’s earbuds broke.

Immediately, Tony sends it out to the others. They’re all on high alert, scouring the floors for where they may have been left, if they’ve got extras Peter can borrow, just for a little, come on Tony, you run a tech empire, what do you mean you don’t have headphones?

They’re all so busy looking that they completely miss Peter’s arrival.

Peter’s been floating ever since he got on the bus. Everything feels like it’s happening behind a whine of static. He’s floating in this weird bubble of a fish tank and he can tell there are things beating on the glass outside but he can’t do anything about them. He’s floating and he hates floating. He can’t feel anything. Can’t feel anything.

Something, something, he needs something.

Does he still have a body? Does it still feel? He doesn’t know as he stumbles down hallways and through doors. The walls don’t feel like anything. His hair catches on a catch and it feels. It sends a zing down his spine and he can feel. So he does it again. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

His nail catches on his cheek as he raises his other hand to his hair and there’s a bright flash that shudders his body. It’s warm. He likes warm. He likes to feel. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

He can’t feel his arms. So he moves to his arms. The flare spreads. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

Where else can he feel?

He should be able to feel everywhere, shouldn’t he?

Feel.

Feel.

Feel.

Feel.

He can’t feel his hands but he can tell his hands are making him feel.

It’s stopped being a word now.

Something tangles in his hand, at least he thinks it does. Something tangles in his other hand. They squeeze. Oh. Oh, he can feel that. He can feel his hands. He can feel…he can feel a lot.

He hears the gentle whine of metal against metal, feels the hardness of a claw in each of his hands. He blinks and looks up.

DUM-E and U are holding his hands, squeezing them gently the way he does to them. When he murmurs their names, DUM-E lets his hand go, leaning down to start stroking his forehead with his claw. Peter watches, trace the parts of DUM-E’s machinery, mapping it out in his head, grounding himself in the expansions of wires.

It’s better now, it is. U still sits there, patiently squeezing his hand, even as DUM-E whistles and chirps. Peter starts mumbling back that he’s fine, thank you, he’s okay now, can DUM-E move a little to the left, please?

“Peter?”

“Uh, h-hi, Fri,” Peter mumbles, “I, uh, guess you should tell them I’m here.”

“They’re on their way, Peter.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Steve will stumble in first, Natasha hot on his heels. Steve won’t be able to hide his shock at seeing the red lines drawn harshly on Peter’s skin, even as he tries to smile and call out for him. Natasha will look him over and softly ask permission to patch him up a little.

Tony will praise the bots as Sam and Bucky rope Peter into some inane fight that pulls him out of his head. Bruce and Clint will offer him their earbuds as they’re the only two who’ve managed to find some. Thor will offer to carry Peter for a little while.

But for now, Peter will sit here, on the floor of the lab, while the bots kiss his face, and feel.

It’s just right.

[straykats]

This is an other request bc I felt in love with your writing 🥰❤ I hope I don't bother you ♡ A night with Hyunjin after arguing for days and days. They finally talked to each other, and Hyunjin tries to erase his mistake a take a new start. It can be a movie night, a night out or anything... I trust you you'll make the right choice ❤ Thank you if you accept to do this ❤

enjoy!!

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As part of a dance crew, Hyunjin practised a lot. five out of seven days, he came home in a new shirt, his sweat-drenched one in his bag. He also tended to fall asleep as soon as he got home, barely managing a shower. His practise paid off, of course, but it seemed like he was always at the dance studio that he was rarely home. 

You couldn’t help but feel bitter as you did the dishes. It was Thursday, the designated date night. But as of the last month or two, it had just been Thursday. It wasn’t a designated date night anymore, because Hyunjin was never home. 

A plate of food had  been left in the fridge for Hyunjin. You were still mad at him - your last words before he left were a little harsh, you admit - but the part of you that loved and cared for him (a pretty large part of you, that is) still wanted to make sure he ate. 

Looking at the clock on the wall, you saw that Hyunjin would be home about an hour for now. Not wanting to have to see him and feel the urge to snap or cry, you decided to turn in for the night. You finished the dishes and made your way to the bathroom. After washing up, you were in bed. 

You checked your phone. He’d be home in about fifteen minutes.

You quickly put your phone down and pull the blanket up to your chin. You wanted to fall asleep before he got home.

Of course, as the universe would have it, that didn’t happen. 

You’re still awake when the front door opens, and when Hyunjin calls out “I’m home.” You’re still awake when the bedroom door opens and his bag falls on the floor with a thump.

“Baby, in bed already?" 

He’s kneeling by your side of the bed, and you knew that if you opened your eyes, his face would be right in front of yours. You feel his hand touch your face, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You squirm away.

"Go shower or whatever, Hyunjin.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, and you start to think that he had left.

“Are you still mad at me?” His voice is softer, this time, a little sad and a little betrayed.

What annoys you the most, though, is his tone of disbelief.

You open your eyes, pushing yourself up so that you’re leaning on one elbow.

“Can you just go shower, or eat, or just away?” You hated how desperate you sounded to get him away. “I don’t want to argue again, ‘Jin. I’m so tired of you not being home half the time that I don’t know if I even miss you anymore or if this is just so normal now-”

Your words catch in your throat, and you can only hope that Hyunjin can’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

You can see his shoulders rise when he inhales, and then slowly fall with a controlled exhale. “You… Want me to go?”

“Just… go eat and shower and do whatever you need,” you whisper slowly. Sinking back into the bed, you turn your back to him. “I’m not asking you to- to go forever. Just… for now, please.”

“Okay.” You hear him stand up and move to the door. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, and you imagine him there, looking over his shoudler with one hand on the doorknob. “I love you, y/n.”

Hyunjin spends the majority of the night in the living room, sitting with the TV on mute. The last few weeks had been filled with small arguments about the same topic, and he was, in all honesty, getting tired of it too. He hated arguing with you. He hated when you were angry or sad or hurting. 

And he knew that him being absent all the time made you feel all of these things. 

He came to bed when he was sure you had fallen asleep, and that’s how things were for the next few days. He found himself avoiding you - not because he was angry at you, but because he was angry at himself. 

You noticed it, too. The way he was out of bed earlier than usual, the way he always had some excuse to be out of the apartment (“I need to go pick something up” or “Seungmin asked me to help him with something”) and the way that he couldn’t look at you directly.

This went on for almost a week, and by the time Thursday morning pulls around, you’re sitting with a cup of coffee in your hands and wondering what to order for yourself tonight.

You spend the whole day distracting yourself. There was no need to remember that today was date night, and Hyunjin wouldn’t be home. There was no need to remember that for the last week, you had barely had anything equivalent to a conversation.

It was weird and off-putting to live with someone and not talk to them.

It’s six in the evening when someone knocks at your door.

You’re surprised - you weren’t expecting anyone, unless Hyunjin had invited someone over without telling you… but that wasn’t like him, even if the two of you weren’t talking.

You open the door slowly, peering into the hall, and freeze.

Hyunjin was standing there, white dress shirt tucked into black pants. He had done his hair - it fell in soft waves around his face - and from his ears hung simple, silver earrings.

“What… Did you-” You blink at him, baffled. “Did you forget the pin-code, or…?”

He clears his throat, and for the first time in a long time, he looks you in the eye.

“Y/n, go out with me.”

“We’re- Did you think I broke up with you? I didn’t, ‘Jin-”

Your mind is a mess. To say you’re confused is an understatement.

“No, I meant…” he trails off, his eyes dropping down again. “Go on a date with me, y/n.”

Your heart clenches, and you usher him in. Wordlessly, you go to the bedroom and change. He waits at the kitchen table like a guest; he’s awkward, and you can’t hear a single sound as you get ready.

You step out, and he’s gawking at you as if this was your first date. 

“You look… I mean, you always look amazing, but you look amazing, and now I just sound like an idiot-”

You can’t help but let a small smile grace your features, and Hyunjin seems over the moon at having had a positive effect on you.

“Should- Should we get going?”

You nod, and soon find yourself walking with him down the street.

“Date night, huh? Where are we going?”

The air is cool against your cheek. You’re still a little confused about everything, but with every step, any anger and resentment you had held slowly faded. Tonight. Hyunjin was endearing.

He mumbles something about a restaurant on the next block, and the two of you fall back into an awkward silence.

“Can I… Can I hold your hand?” 

He sounded so nervous and scared that you almost stopped in your tracks. Instead, you thread your fingers through his, and you’re not sure if he let out a sigh or not. 

He takes you to a modern looking restaurant with a high ceiling and dangling lights. It almost made you feel underdressed. The menu had a diverse list of food, and after ordering, you decide to find out what was really going on.

“So, what’s up? Why the sudden… change?”

Hyunjin looks up from his hands, panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry - is this too much? Do you not like it? We can - We can go home, or to another restaurant-”

“Babe, no, it’s fine.” His ears perk at the pet name, relief washing over his features again. “I just meant… You know… After everything, I hoped we would slowly fall back into a normal routine…?”

He lets out a sigh, his bottom lip between his teeth. He places his hands on the table, as if reaching out for yours. You let him hold your hands, your thumbs rubbing along his knuckles.

“I… I know I’ve been ignoring you lately. Not- Not just in the past week.” His ears are an alarming red, and his eyes are focussed on your intertwined hands. You stay silent, urging him to go on. “I know I’ve been ignoring- no, neglecting our relationship too. I’m… really thankful that you’re still here, even after i keep doing what you ask me not to. So I want to… fix things, I guess.”

He pulls his hands away from yours and takes a deep, shuddering breath. When he looks back up at your eyes, he’s sitting straight, his hands in his lap. He looked determined, as if he was at a formal meeting, but you could see the fear and guilt in his eyes.

“I don’t blame you for being angry at me. Not at all. I know I was an idiot and I didn’t understand why you were angry at me the first few times, but I do now. So… y/n,” He closes his eyes for a brief second before continuing. “Will you let me start over and make things right?”

Your lips part. So this is what it was all about. Yes, you had been angry and sad and hurt that he was never home, and that when you asked him to leave you that one night, he really did just leave. You were sad that he had been avoiding you, too. But those feelings had subsided, and had instead been replaced with hope that things would just go back to normal.

“Y/n, angel. Please say something.”

He seemed like he was drawing away, getting smaller and caving in on himself with every second you just stared at him without a word. So you spoke, of course.

“That’s all I want right now, ‘Jinnie. To go back to before the last few weeks.”

The words seem to act like a wrecking ball, breaking whatever cautious wall Hyunjin had built up. He collapses onto the table, his hands catching his head. He pushes them through his hair before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh God, okay. Thank you. Thank you so much. I was so worried and scared and I’m sorry for being such a stupid idiot, y/n-” Your eyes widen in shock as he gets up abrudptly and moves around the table, kneeling down next to your chair to hug you. “I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed kissing you-” He does just that, his lips pressing against yours once, twice, three times, until you’re a giggling mess. 

He’s about to go in again when someone clears their throat.

“Sir, your food…”

Hyunjin pulls back and stands up straight, arms by his side. His face is set like stone, features unreadable. “Yes. Thank you.”

You laugh as the waiter walks away, and Hyunjin slumps into his chair with a groan. “God, I’m such an idiot, doing that in public.”

“I’m not going to argue with that…” You smile softly when he pouts at you. “But you’re my idiot, Hwang Hyunjin.”

He scoffs. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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BC,LL: Little Words

Description: Yoongi’s kitten is growing, and he’s couldn’t be happier--even if Taehyung thinks he could. Sanctuary Series: Big Changes, Little Life story.

Warnings: N/A.

Posted: 01/20/2020

Tags: Yoongi, Hybrid!Yoongi, Dad!Yoongi

Fluffy fluff with a hint of angst: 2,204 words

A/N: It’s been ten months since I updated this. Exactly ten months. Now, I know you guys are going to skip over this, but I want to say that I don’t think Yoongi will ever have a love interest. Not while Euny is little, maybe when she’s a teenager or something. So, I’m going to say that this series is complete, with the caveat of requests or something. If you have objections to Yoongi not having a love interest, come discuss it with me!

Yoongi lifted the blanket. “Boo!”

She jumped, and grinned, giggling happily.

He let the blanket drop over her again and snatched it up. “Boo!”

She squealed and made grabby hands as she giggled.

He scooped her up, tilting her so he could blow a raspberry on her adorably chubby tummy.

Eunyeong squealed in delight, playfully batting at his ears.

He laughed and then cuddled her, play-biting on her ears and drawing out more giggles and even a playful little growl that meant nothing as she squirmed in delight in his hold.

She descended into purrs soon enough, nuzzling his jaw and eyes droopy with happiness and sleepiness.

He lay her down in her crib with a soft purr, draping the blankets over her as her eyes shut and her sleepy purrs slowed.

“Teach me your magic,” Taehyung whispered from the doorway. “Or is the magic that she loves you better.”

“I’m her father,” Yoongi said, trying not to preen at how happy he felt at being able to put her down for a nap more easily than Tae or their occasional babysitter.

“I wouldn’t have expected her to fall asleep after getting riled up like that.” Taehyung flicked the light off with his tail as they headed out into the living room, carefully closing the door so that they could talk without waking her. “How was her appointment?”

“Doctor said she’s at a healthy weight and they’re happy with her progress,” He purred, letting himself ride the high of such a good report. “They still want us to keep her on the formula mixed with oatmeal, but we’re clear to feed her mostly solid foods.”

Taehyung grinned. “That’s great, hyung. She’s growing so fast.”

“The only thing they’re worried about is her talking level. She’s still a little behind there,” Yoongi said, cleaning up some of the toys and blankets from playing with Euny. “But we already knew that.”

“That’s why we’re reading to her more, right?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi moved into the kitchen, effectively sorting the dishes and stacking them next to the sink. He filled the sink and turned to grab a dishcloth, only to find Taehyung holding one with a stubborn look.

“I’ll wash, hyung, it’s only fair. I was gone this morning.” He stepped around Yoongi and started washing immediately. “I sold a few paintings, hyung.”

“Really? That’s great, Tae,” The elder purred, patting Taehyung on the back. “Your older or your newer?”

“Older, the ones I did in school. I’ve got the pictures and prints for my portfolio, don’t worry,” Taehyung reassured Yoongi’s next concerns with a grin. “The gallery said I could come back and sell again next time.”

Yoongi just grinned back, ruffling the monkey’s hair.

“Appa.” Euny’s voice came from the monitor and both of them paused, listening carefully.

“Appa!” She called again, louder this time.

Yoongi sighed. “She’s already awake?”

“Did we turn on the white-noise-machine?”

Yoongi groaned, and then headed back in to look at his pouty baby.

Her tail was sort of flicking back and forth in agitation.

He went over. “What’s wrong, princess?”

Her ears swiveled every which way and then flattened and she hissed, but not at him, just as a demonstration to him that something was wrong and she couldn’t explain what.

But he knew Tae was right just by the way her ears had swiveled around. He hummed thoughtfully and turned on the machine, then twisted the key on the music box that Seokjin had given her for her birthday. She loved it to pieces and it played one of the songs Yoongi had written for Eunyeong—a lullaby that he had Jungkook record a couple days after Taehyung returned from Europe, but that was currently only circulated around his family members—and it had a cute little kitten inside it that was frolicking in stardust.

Her purr was immediate after hearing the first note of the music box. “Appa.”

He purred in response, then quietly hummed the song along with the music box, scooping her up again and lovingly nuzzling her.

She drifted off more slowly, still not quite asleep when he lay her in her crib, but quickly dropping off as he backed away.

Taehyung glared at him when he returned. “No fair at all.”

Yoongi just shrugged. “You have to take into account that I also understand her kitten behavior better, Tae.”

“Yeah, yeah. So it was the white-noise machine?”

“Yup.”

“Did she really hiss at you?”

“Not at me, just as a general statement, really.” He shrugged. “She hissed at the lack of sound. She’s never hissed at me.”

“Lucky,” Tae huffed. “She’s all giggles and purrs for you and her crying doesn’t last nearly as long as it does for me, or Bethany.”

“Speaking of Bethany, did you really go on a date with her?”

“Oh…um…maybe?”

Yoongi groaned. “I need to find a new babysitter, don’t I?”

“Sorry, hyung.”

“You better find me a new one,” He warned, a slight growl to his tone. “I liked her and Ariel recommended her.”

“If you get the promotion they keep dangling in front of you, then we can move back closer to home and the others can help.”

“I told you, it was just thrown out as something that may or may not happen next year. They’re still constructing offices that way and I’m one of several candidates, not to mention the only hybrid candidate. My company is pretty good about equal opportunity, but the chances are still slim to none. Neither of us should get our hopes up. Now, you’re going to be the one talking to Jimin for three hours to talk to Ariel for ten minutes.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” Taehyung protested, grinning.

“It is a bad thing, Taehyung,” Yoongi growled a little more.

The monkey ducked his head, tail finding and wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m sorry, hyung. Really.”

“It took Eunyeong all of the two weeks you were gone to warm up to Bethany, and even then she still cried when either of us left her for another month. Just because she was a baby when she was abandoned doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have abandonment issues,” Yoongi said firmly. “Maybe a human baby wouldn’t, but Euny isn’t human. She’s a hybrid.”

Taehyung’s head was hanging. “I know. I really am sorry, hyung. I’ll take care of it.”

Yoongi sighed, but patted Taehyung on the back, ending that conversation. He knew the younger man didn’t mean to cause trouble. He’d always been a little impulsive, but he cared for Eunyeong strongly and would do his best to replace their current babysitter—if need be.

“Did she already tell you she wouldn’t be back?”

“No, but I’m assuming right now. I need to call her about Wednesday night, so we’ll see what happens. If she refuses, then I’ll ask our family for Wednesday and you’ll have to get to work finding a replacement.” They both had important things on Wednesday night—Taehyung at a gallery, and Yoongi at a work gala he didn’t want to go to but needed to if he wanted to stay in consideration for the promotion.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Yoongi asked, looking up at his brother in confusion.

Taehyng was focused on whatever dish he was washing. “It’s just…one of the reasons we got a babysitter was so that we could both do things. So you could go on dates…even if I’m not available….”

Yoongi internally cringed, but outwardly just started messing with his own hair.

“I mean, when was the last time you’ve gone on a date?” Taehyung asked, obviously concerned.

Yoongi shrugged. “Remember that orange tabby?”

Taehyung made a choked sound. “Before you moved here?! Two years ago?!”

Yoongi shrugged again.

“Hyung, you need to get out more!” Taehyung looked very concerned, almost panicked. “It’s not healthy!”

“And it is healthy to have a different date everyone night?” Yoongi snapped back, frowning and folding his arms. “I’m not suffering, Tae.”

“You don’t honestly want to do it alone your whole life,” Taehyung replied.

Yoongi hardened. “Do what alone?”

Tae froze, eyes widening.

“Do what alone, Taehyung? Raise Eunyeong?” He asked again, glaring at his brother.

Taehyung’s gaze dropped to the dishes again.

Yoongi huffed in frustration. “My priority is making sure Eunyeong grows up happy and healthy. I don’t need a significant other to make sure she has everything she needs. Would it maybe be easier? Maybe. And yes, I wonder if she would be better off in the future having a mom in her life, but that’s not a good reason to enter into a relationship.” Not to mention he didn’t feel the need to be in a relationship. “If you feel like I’m holding you back in any way, you’re free to move out.”

Taehyung’s gaze snapped back up to look at Yoongi in true panic and regret. “I didn’t mean that, hyung! I just…I don’t want you to get lonely.”

“I’m not,” Yoongi replied gently, satisfied that Taehyung understood him. “I’m not lonely. If I do get lonely, you’ll probably be one of the first to know. But dating…right now, I’m not interested. I have everything I wanted—well, other than living close to the rest of our family. But I have my own place, a job I love, a nice roommate, and my daughter. I never thought I would be this happy. I know I’m not a mom, but I’m doing the best that I can and I haven’t hesitated to ask for help, have I?”

Taehyung shook his head, drying his hands and coming over to latch onto Yoongi.

Yoongi sighed and patted his back. “I know you mean well, Tae. And if someone comes along that I’m interested in, then I’ll freak out and probably lose my chance with them and come home and cuddle with Eunyeong talking about how I don’t need anyone.”

Tae let out a little monkey laugh at that, tail wrapping around Yoongi’s waist and knocking them over onto the couch.

“Yah!” Yoongi protested loudly.

Tae just laughed and stayed attached to Yoongi, forcing him into cuddling.

Yoongi protested for a while longer, then just resigned himself to it after a while, especially since his insomniac brother was fast asleep.

A nap didn’t sound too bad.

A little giggle came from the baby monitor.

Tae woke up just enough for Yoongi to escape and get the little kitten.

Yoongi carried her back out to the couch, letting Tae cuddle back up to him.

Euny curled on his chest, giggling as she made little kitten noises with her stuffed animal.

He moved it for her, creating more little giggles and a purr, and felt a warm sense of satisfaction. He read to her, speaking lowly and catching the way she just stared at his face in awe. Maybe understanding, maybe just listening to his low voice as he read.

“Appa,” She murmured, eyes looking heavy.

“Yes, princess?” He asked lowly, glancing to make sure Tae was still asleep.

“‘Ove oo,” She slurred with a mewl. She let out a little kitty sound that said she loved him.

He returned the cat-like affection, then shifted so they were cuddled up more comfortably. “I love you too, Eunyeong.”

“Wuv Taetae too,” She slurred, reaching over and patting Taehyung’s head.

His tail languidly wrapped around her ankle.

Yoongi kissed her chubby little cheek. “He loves you too, princess.”

She wiggled up and kissed him. “Appa.”

He purred softly, brushing her hair from her face and pressing kisses all over her face and getting more giggles and wiggled.

“No, appa!” She squealed as he playfully mouthed her kitten ears, giggling and wriggling to try and escape.

He grinned and laughed, ducking so she could get back at him. He slid them onto the floor, laying on his stomach while she crawled over him and tried to catch his tail-tip (which he let her do because she was moving so well and he was so proud of his baby, he could withstand her little bites on his tail).

He got distracted by his phone for a moment while she was playing with his tail. He grinned and nudged Taehyung awake. “Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung looked at him blearily.

“Jin said that she’s having twins,” He said, amusement putting a little bit of a cat noise in his voice.

Taehyung started laughing. “Of course she is.”

“One boy and one girl,” He added, shaking his head and pulling Euny away from the corner of the coffee table.

Euny went to Tae, holding her arms out. “Up peas.”

He complied and scooped her up, still laughing about Emma’s situation. “They going to be okay?”

“Yeah, Hobi is moving back in with them to help out with the triplets.”

They both got quiet after a bit while Euny babbled to her stuffed bunny.

“Okay, you really need to get that promotion so we can move closer to home.”

“Yup.”

“Yup yup!” Euny chirped, giggling and grinning at both of them.

Taehyung melted and started cooing over her and tickling her.

Yoongi watched with satisfaction, feeling complete.

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7 and 32 of the nsfw sentence starters with robin?

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7 & 32. “i see you’ve started without me” & “if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

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you’d been horny all day and robin had been working, so you hadn’t had a chance to see her. instead, you resorted to getting yourself off in your shared bedroom, which proved a harder task than it seemed. there had been attempts at reaching your orgasm, but so far, none had been successful. you were just trying to get yourself to your climax, vibrator left discarded by your leg as you rubbed yourself frantically, pretty moans falling from your lips.

“i see you’ve started without me.” the voice made your eyes snap open, lips still parted in pleasure, fingers still moving. robin stood in the doorway, watching you with blown pupils and a lustful expression. she was still in her scoops ahoy uniform - it was unfair how good it looked on her.

your clit was so sensitive that when you ran your fingers over it, all that came from your lips was a ragged whimper, because you’d been wanting her all day, and here she was, catching you in the act. it was both hot and embarrassing, and warmth spread across your cheeks as she just watched you. “robin,” you said, pulling your fingers away.

she dropped her backpack on the floor and moved towards where you were spread out on the bed. “no, don’t let me stop you,” she observed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. her eyes watched you hungrily, taking in every inch of your flustered form, from where you were propped up with your arms, where your knees were spread to reveal yourself ready and served for her, where you were dripping onto the sheets because fuck you’d been trying to find a release for so long, to where a vibrator lay beside your thighs on the sheets. “making such a mess, hmm? keep going, baby.”

a whimper left your lips as you placed your fingers back on yourself rubbing them hard over your throbbing clit. robin crawled across the bed to you, watching where you touched yourself, until she was leaning across your legs as you moaned. she grazed her fingers over your thighs, kissing and mouthing over your hipbone. she was so close to where you needed her. she just gripped the backs of your thighs, one hand placed dangerously close above your clit.

“don’t tease me,” you whined, voice breathy in your throat, one hand fisting the sheets and the other touching yourself while you looked at her breathlessly. she just hummed a response and placed her lips against your pelvic bone. it made you loll your head back, “please, robin— just— just touch me. stop teasing!”

“if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” your girlfriend murmured, sinking her teeth softly into the skin of your thigh once again. her tongue smoothed out the spot and it made you writhe.

“because i want you to fuck me!” you whimpered in frustration, arching your back as she ran her fingers briefly over your clit. “please, please.” there was sweat dripping down your breasts and stomach and thighs. you hadn’t been able to get yourself off without her: you needed her so bad. your eyes were pleading as you begged for her, lips a wet, flushed mess, and body aching for her.

she pressed her mouth to your inner thigh again, then drew away to sit on her haunches, where she could watch. “no, baby. finish what you started.” a whine left your lips and you turned your head on the sheets to look at her in that wrecked way that you did, that she loved so much. but you complied, bringing your fingers back down to rub against your over-sensitive clit, clamping your thighs together because it was just too much. robin just sat back and watched you, pupils dark and full. you reached out to take the vibrator and switched it back on, holding it against your clit. instantly, your legs curled and you let out a long, whiney moan. with soft pants, your fingers dipped down to enter yourself again, sliding in through the wetness. they thrust in and out of you, trying to get the right angle and failing. your fingers weren’t nearly as long as robin’s, you couldn’t get yourself off as well as she could. a strangled sound left your lips, a pleading, keening, desperate noise.

“you can do it, baby,” she encouraged, in that intoxicating, tantalisingly deep voice, “be a good girl for me, okay?” you let out a long whimper, jolting in tremors slightly and face scrunched in pleasure and desperation and frustration. waves of pleasure kept hitting you, but you just couldn’t get it quite right, and nothing was drawing you to your climax. robin couldn’t lie about how hot it was to see you get tortured in this way.

“fuck— robin, i can’t!” the cry left your lips in desperation. you needed her to touch you; needed her to have her hands on you and to replace your fingers with her own; needed her to pin you down. your body writhed at the sensations running through it, nipples hard and pointed, begging to be touched.

“you can,” she encouraged, watching you with flushed intensity, as you bucked your hips and moaned out again. she slipped her hand down the front of her scoops’ shorts, feeling her fingers brush against her wet panties, because you looked so fucking pretty getting yourself off. she began to rub herself through the fabric, sighing gently. “did you want me to walk in find you like that, huh? all spread out for me, all needy. do you like me watching?” robin knew the exact effect her voice had on you, and it was only proven by the ragged, wild moan that broke from your lips.

you were panting heavily in little whines, “oh, fuck, robin— please— don't— please, don’t stop—” the pleasure was spreading warmth across your body, your toes clenched. she needed to keep talking to you.

“you want to be my little toy, is that it?” she murmured lowly, and a whimper sounded at the back of your throat. you were getting closer now, you could feel it, fingers completely drenched and walls convulsing. the vibrator was so intense against your overstimulated clit, you could hardly hold it there. “is that why you can’t come without my voice? because you belong to me? you’re my whore and mine alone, hmm?”

“fuck,” you dragged out, head thrown back to look at the ceiling, back arching off the sheets. those words sounded heavenly on her tongue. “god, robin, please.” your eyelids were fluttering, your body trembling and your thighs just tightened, face tugged between an expression of torture and ecstasy because you were right there. “please…”

her voice was so pretty, breathless, dangerous. “cum for me, baby girl. my precious little whore.” that was all it took. your climax struck you as you came with a loud, wrecked moan, back lifting off of the bed as you fucked yourself through it. the sounds that left your lips were high and pleading. when the haze across your vision cleared, your gaze fell to meet robin’s, who was sat back on her haunches watching you with her fingers pressed down inside her shorts. “you’re so pretty when you come.”

she drew her hands out of her shorts and shifted closer, so she knelt in front of you. you were still coming down from your climax, sensitive and whimpering, your hands still pressed between your closing thighs. your mind was clouded a little, body trembling. “robin…”

she ran her thumb over your cheeks, pulling your hips closer with her other hand so your slack form was basically draped against her. “shh, baby girl, i’ve got you,” she whispered, and pressed her mouth against yours. you whimpered a little, lazy and wrecked, your thighs pressed together as you leaned against her. “you’re such a good girl.” she held your cheeks gently as you wetly ran your lips over hers, pulling her bottom lip into your teeth. with one of her hands, she gripped your own fingers and guided your hand down into the front of her shorts, where you could feel how impossibly wet she was through her panties. “now help me out with this mess you made, okay, baby?” she murmured as you lazily licked into her mouth and she ground her hips forward into your hand.

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I’M SORRY THIS WENT WAY DIRTIER THAN I WAS EXPECTING

ask me for some short blurbs from this prompts list bc it’s so fun to write

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I Have Confidence (SMUT)

anonymous said: bitch u better FEED me some Ben smut you’re like one of the only good writers in this fan base and I throw it BACK for Ben so idk do something with drunk y/n and ben and it’s playful and y/n is kinda needy or literally write whatever u want I’ll fucking cash app u sis I’m desperate!

(a/n: OMG I am 100% flattered that you think I’m one of the greats I literally feel like im in such a small corner of the fanbase bc im such a dweeb but that makes me cry happy tears THANK U. also yes i know i’ve already had a roger imagine w battleSHIPS in it but.... this is battleSHOTS bitch. NOW BACK TO UR REGULAR SCHEDULED BEN SMUT yall got spoiled w the fluff from the last post)

(p.s. u can still venmo/cash app me if u want im a broke college student pls spare change ma’am)

“Battleshots? You Americans are fucking mental, I swear.”

Ben was seated across the table from you, cross-legged on the chair that was currently actually a bit too warm for comfort. Both of you were out on his balcony, sitting at a table that was lit only by the late evening sun and the light streaming out of the door that led into his house.

You’d fashioned two makeshift Battleshots boards out of two small pizza boxes, seeing as you’d ordered pizza in tonight and the boxes had reminded you of your favorite party game. There was a grid on the bottom and top, and you each had 9 shot glasses filled with different liquors placed on the board in formations of 4, 3, and 2, just like the game of Battleships.

“It’s fun, don’t knock it til you try it,” you warned, peeking over the top of the box that was propped up on a cup and smiling. Ben’s curious green eyes met yours, and he laughed as he saw you stick your tongue out at him. “Winner finishes shots, or loser finishes winner’s shots? Your choice.”

“I say winner doesn’t have to finish their shots, that’s only fair.” He then sat back in his chair and pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “I don’t want loser to finish the winner’s shots either, because I don’t think you can handle more than 9 shots.”

“Oh? Someone’s got a big head, don’t they?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes playfully as he shrugged, smiling smugly.

“I have confidence in my abilities.” An exaggerated groan left your mouth as you flipped him off, trying not to laugh at how cocky he was being. “In all aspects of life,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, making you pretend to gag as you waved your hand dismissively at him.

“I don’t want to hear about your sex life right now, Ben.”

“Why not? You seemed to enjoy my sex life a lot a couple nights ago.” A blush crept across your cheeks as you grabbed the decorative pillow you’d bought for him that was resting on the chair next to you, throwing it at him as he tried to imitate your moans.

He caught the pillow, laughing, and put it right back where it belonged as he gave you a knowing look. “You’re a pervert,” you mumbled, sitting up in your chair and grabbing your marker as you moved your cup of orange juice closer – you were using it as a chaser, while Ben opted for some kind of soda you hadn’t paid attention to.

You began the game of Battleshots, neck and neck with Ben throughout the first part until you both only had three shots left. You weren’t feeling anything yet, probably having taken the shots too close together, but you knew it would hit you soon. Standing up was something you were starting to fear.

But then Ben knocked out your last three in three successive rounds while you missed the rest of his, and you accepted defeat with only mild complaining as Ben cheered loudly, ever the gracious winner.

“I’ll take my winnings in cash or check, whichever works,” he teased, making you groan and climb up off your chair. Yep. There it was. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body and a dizziness overtake you as you stood, and you had to grab onto the chair next to you to ground yourself for a moment.

“Oof…. I’ve never lost this game,” you admitted sheepishly, Ben’s chuckles turning into cackles of laughter as he went to open the door for you, watching you make your way inside as best as you could. He was feeling something, but by no means was he as tipsy as you – if anything, he just felt a slight buzz, while you were verging on actually being drunk if you drank anything else.

Ben followed you as you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a water, and you glared at him as he continued to tease you, obviously in a great mood from winning. “Do you need help getting the water open? You’re a right mess, Ms. Second Place.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, taking a drink of the water and flipping him off as you leaned back against the counter.

He only laughed, unfazed by your grumpiness as he came over to place his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. “Does the winner get a kiss, at least?” He puckered his lips, closing his eyes and waiting for you to close the gap between you two. Scowling, you did the first thing you could think of – pouring some of your water onto his mussy, slightly curly blonde hair. The look of shock on his face was worth it all as he pulled away, gasping and pushing your hand away. “You little-“

“Cry about it,” you interrupted as you sat the water down, shrugging before taking off in a stumbling run and laughing deliriously as he scrambled after you, nearly slipping completely on the puddle of water that had gathered on the kitchen floor.

You made it all the way to the hallway upstairs before Ben caught you – he’d taken the steps two at a time, damn his thighs and stamina – and he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into a vice-like grip as you shrieked with drunken laughter, fighting against his arms even though it was clearly pointless.

“You’re gonna get it now!” he laughed breathlessly, carrying you into his bedroom and tossing you down on the bed before pouncing on you immediately, his hands going to your sides to tickle you mercilessly. He wouldn’t stop until you were gasping for air, begging him to give you a break, and even then, he kept his hand resting on your tummy as he fell to the side, grinning over at you. “You look like a mess, love.”

Giggling softly at the amused look on his face, you shook your head before crawling on top of him, straddling his torso before sitting down on his abdomen carefully, only eliciting a small release of air from him before he shifted just slightly to make it more comfortable. “You’re quite a dickhead, making fun of a drunk girl like this.”

His eye roll only made you laugh again, and he grabbed your hips, carefully scooting back so he could sit up and support himself on his elbows. “I feel no remorse, hard to feel bad when I get a pretty girl on my lap because of it.”

Your cheeks turned an even rosier color than the alcohol had already made them as you grinned, shaking your head before leaning down to kiss him gently, mumbling against his lips between kisses. “You’re such a flirt too.”

“Also no regret,” he quipped back calmly, resting a hand on the back of your neck and locking you into the kiss as he laid back on the bed again, taking you with him. Deepening the kiss eagerly, you made a happy noise as you felt the world spinning, half from the liquor and half from the feeling of Ben’s hands sliding up the back of your thighs to come and rest on your ass. When you pressed your ass back into his hands eagerly, he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to mumble, “Someone’s excited.”

“Shut up, I’m drunk and my boyfriend is hot,” you mumbled right back, grinning before pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat when you swirled your tongue around his, both of you tasting like tequila, while you left him with the taste of orange juice. The sound only made you more desperate to eliminate the layers of clothes between you, so you began tugging at the hem of his sweater, lifting it upwards and off when he reluctantly separated from the kiss and let you sit up.

He did the same with your shirt, tugging it up and off along with your bra before gazing up at you with a desirous glint in his eyes. The blown-out pupils scanned slowly up your torso as Ben chewed on his lower lip, just taking it all in. Shivering at the way his eyes devoured you, you had to finally distract him so he’d remember what he was doing – you circled your hips, grinding down against his increasingly hardening cock, which made his hands fly to your hips and catch them. You came to a stop with an impish grin on your face, and the playful look of disapproval in his face was quickly replaced by another look of lust when he rolled the two of you over, starting to work at the drawstring of the shorts you had on.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, finally getting your shorts untied before tugging them off with your panties. His hand immediately moved between your legs, two fingers sliding up your folds as he grinned mischievously down at you as you squirmed slightly at the feeling, wanting his fingers inside of you. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“Ben, please,” you begged quietly, lifting your hips up against his touch and almost whining as he pulled his hand away, raising an eyebrow.

“Louder?”

“Damn it, Ben, please!” you repeated, pouting when he chuckled at the neediness in your voice. But his fingers returned to your pussy, rubbing your clit achingly slow and replacing the pouting look on your face with a look of relief. Eyelids fluttering closed, you let out a sigh of pure bliss as you relaxed into his touch, and you let out a soft moan of his name as he slid his middle finger into you, pumping it slowly.

As Ben finger-fucked you almost lazily slow, he pulled your legs over his shoulders one by one, laying stomach-down on the bed and trailing wet, open-mouthed love bites along the inside of your thighs. Then, the feeling of his mouth latching onto your clit made you moan out in surprise, and you ran a hand back through his damp blonde hair and giggled drunkenly as you remembered the water you’d left on the counter. “Fucking water,” you mumbled to yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead and laughing at how feverish you felt from the alcohol.

“Not funny,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you were prevented from making a smartass remark by the simultaneous addition of another finger to your pussy and Ben’s tongue pressing against your clit, then flicking against it rapidly.

“Ohmygod, nevermind, you’re so right,” you breathed out, and you could hear Ben snicker to himself before he attached his lips to your clit again, sucking hard and eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan from you. “Fuck you,” you mumbled once you’d stopped seeing stars for the moment, Ben’s fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper softly in pleasure.

“That’s the plan.” His comebacks were rapid-fire today, and you thanked everything holy that you’d been blessed with such a keeper as he moved his lips up to your tummy, trailing kisses all the way up to your breasts. He used a third finger to slowly stretch you out as he began to suck on the skin of one of your breasts, purposefully trying to leave a hickey as small moans and whines left your lips.

You were unable to control your vocalizations as his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you did whine needily as he retracted them, leaving you feeling empty again. But he was already off the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand as you sat up shakily on your elbows, glancing at his jeans and biting your lip. You’d barely helped him out at all, you were so drunkenly focused on your own pleasure. “Do you need me to-“

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers and kicking them off as he revealed he was already completely hard. You raised an eyebrow as he crawled back between your legs, backing you up to the pillows and rolling the latex onto his cock. “Hate to admit it, but those little sounds you make when I eat you out? Drive me fucking bonkers, honestly.”

A wide grin crossed over your face, and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took you by your sides, flipping you over so you were facedown against the mattress. As you raised your hips a bit, Ben met you in the middle, sliding his condom-covered cock between your folds and biting his lip. “Aw, not gonna let me see you fuck me?” you whined, Ben groaning as he shook his head, lining himself up.

“God, no,” he muttered, sliding into you and making you moan out lowly as he filled you, digging his stocky, strong fingers into your hips to hold you still when he almost bottomed out. “Can’t stand seeing you that smug right now,” he teased, making you laugh weakly as you tried to focus on his voice, not the fact that he was nearly balls deep in you.

“What? You get to be smug when you win, but I-“

Ben didn’t give you the chance to finish as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back forwards again. That effectively shut you up, instead making you bury your face in a pillow so the entire world wouldn’t hear you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re such an ass,” you panted when you finally regained your senses, and Ben chuckled knowingly as he began to thrust again, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he replied quietly, his thrusts shaking his gravelly voice as he moved a hand to your hair, pulling it all into his hand as he fucked into you. The only thing keeping you on balance and stopping the room from spinning was the tight grip you had on the comforter, which was the only grounding presence at the moment besides Ben’s increasingly tight grip on your hair.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and wanton moans as Ben took you from behind, your legs nearly failing to keep you up several times when his thrusts sped up or slowed down. When he sped up, he’d let out little curses and grunts in that deep tone of his as he pounded into you, but when he’d slow down, his deliberate, angled thrusts would nearly overwhelm your senses.

When a particularly deep thrust made you moan out his name loudly, an undying smirk graced Ben’s lips as he continued to bottom out in you, pleased with the way he was turning you into a moaning mess and also dangerously close to becoming a moaning mess himself. As he neared his orgasm, he’d started to push your face more and more into the mattress, your cheek forced into the soft expanse of the comforter as his thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled out at one point, and you grinned before letting out something that was a mixture of a laugh and a moan, pressing your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied as sweetly as you could muster – which was hard, considering the situation – and he rewarded you by reaching around you with his free hand to rub your clit, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. You were already teetering on the edge, and this was making it almost impossible to hold out any longer. “Shit, I’m close, babe.”

“Me too, fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, speeding up his thrusts as much as he could and matching the pace with his hand. He let go of your hair, instead moving that hand back to your hip and squeezing it encouragingly. “Come for me, babygirl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as the dual stimulation became too much, and you felt your high take over as every nerve-ending in your body simultaneously felt like it was shocked with a high-voltage energy.

Ben bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could, but the feeling of you clenching around him mixed with the sound of your breathy, high-pitched moans was too much, and he had to move his other hand to your hips to hold you to him as his hips stuttered. Buried inside of you, he released into his condom while groaning your name brokenly, digging his fingers into your hips. Halfway through, he pulled out, giving his cock a few quick pumps with his hand to finish himself off.

You were down off your high first, Ben close behind, and you could barely walk without wobbling as you climbed off the bed, making your way to the master bath and grabbing wet washcloths – one for him, one for you. You cleaned yourself up, then returned to the bedroom, slightly more sure that you weren’t going to fall over on the way back, and you tossed the washcloth to him. He’d already disposed of the condom, and he gladly accepted the towel before cleaning himself up, then pulling on his boxers.

You tugged his sweater and your panties on, crawling into bed and curling into his side as he joined you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You were still reasonably tipsy, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, having already caught his breath.

“God, your stamina,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and shaking your head before nuzzling his neck, moving to lay halfway on top of him.

“As I said earlier,” he reminded you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and resting one of his hands on your ass, giving it a gentle pinch. “Confidence in my abilities. You should give it a try.”

“I should have confidence in your abilities?” you joked, only slurring your speech a bit, and Ben chucked before giving your hip a light pat as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s not what I meant. But that too.”

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im at work binging the ffak faq tag because fuck it (also its 76 pages) and I have a Q: do you think you've had any significant changes to ur influences from 2 years ago?

Omg Im so sorry, the ffak faq is in.. a desperate need of organization. Its something i want to try to get to at some point but it also really overwhelms me. Thankfully though I don’t think i’ve gotten this question!

I’d say yes? there has been a couple significant changes in my influences. I’ve been through a lot in the past 2 years and some of my tastes have reflected that. However its probably not a whole lot. I’m the kind of person that is very nostalgically committed to things, so once something has made its way into my heart at some point it pretty much just stays there forever. Even if i don’t really think or care about it that much I’ll reflect on it and what about that work might have influenced me as time goes on. I also dont really take the time to experience new media. If i do, i want to experience all of it at once in a binge reading experience and I can really mess up my schedule in the result of doing that lol.

I’d say the biggest impact has been Vinland Saga which I think I read sometime in.. I think after july in 2017 sometime..? I’m not completely sure of the date, but it was in 2017. I love Vinland Saga so much now that I think its my favorite manga at this point. A place in my heart where I used to reserve for.. Berserk, i think. Berserk used to be (and of course still is) one of my strongest inspirations but my feelings towards it have kind of gotten more and more sour and critical even though I still deeply appreciate it and I wouldnt be the same artist without -- I still want to see the fruition of that story. But. Its not really my sweetheart anymore lol. I think its a common thing to relate berserk and vinland saga as well (or at least, I’ve seen the comparison quite a lot in reviews?) despite how those two stories are actually significantly different from eachother and its probably kind of a cheap comparison to make. (i think berserk is often just Used As A Comparison To Things because Its Berserk. Its just that kind of series.)

BUT the reason why I’m using it here, is that for me-- both these comics affected me very deeply, during very dark times in my life, and unlike in berserk which almost sucked me into a deeper depression of hopelessness-- vinland saga had a resolution of sorts that felt cathartic, healing and hopeful. in a way i have not really experienced in a story before. it was genuinely one of the BEST reading experiences i have ever had and even if that story is still unfinished, the conclusion of an arc was enough for me to feel like i got a satisfaction from this story in a way i didn’t expect to come at ALL or so early. It makes me feel so happy in my heart and I love it so much for what it gave me. (I also was very fond of thorfinn from the beginning of that story, which i usually dont care for protagonists that much, its usually some other character i get attached to.)

I don’t really expect berserk to give me a ‘pay off’ at this point and so I’m kind of thankful that i have found another series that i can connect with in this very specific deep way like i did with berserk, but also kind of gave a sense of closure so that I can almost appreciate berserk more now instead of feeling bitter towards it. I dont need it to do anything more because vinland saga helped give me that already. Vinland Saga also, from a visual standpoint, inspired me a lot to work more on my art and pages. (or specifically, spend more time on my pages to make them look better.)

I think besides that comic, which is the hands down #1 biggest influence, i also have very recently read Houseki No Kuni/Land of the Lustrous and it also inspired me quite a lot but in totally different ways. I could probably go on and on about it as well but I think to summarize my feelings is that it made me excited about manga again. I want to see more stories like this which are creative, yet simple and flexible and the art perfectly compliments the narrative. It really feels like the artist knows what they want to talk about and they are comfortable drawing in the way they like to.

Other comics I have read recently and its completion are: FMA, Eden: its an endless world!FMA was very solid and I feel it completely deserves the attention it gets but i also don’t feel like I really need to think about it anymore now that I’m done reading it??? I guess its almost too polished for me? I still am thankful i finally decided to read it and I enjoyed it a lot. Alphonse is wonderful. Eden made me annoyed for... a lot of reasons LOL but I also really think its going to be a comic that ill dissect my emotions over and think about in detail. and i can really appreciate when a story might not really be my think but was different and still interesting enough to make me fuss over. Also for whatever reason the scans i read of that comic had hilarious, and i think purposefully so, sound effects and i have not laughed so hard at such inappropriate moments in a manga ever before and I think that makes that reading experience so special to me. in such a strange way. and i absolutely want to use sound effects like in that comic.. thing

I think in the past 2 years i also finished rereading Parasyte (because i never got to the ending when i first started reading it) and i also kind of feel kind of a mixed bag with that story. The premise was so exciting when i first read it years ago, i think in 2010 is when i first read it, but i ran out of volumes and never got back to it. Now that i finished it I was like oh that was it? ok i guess. and I dont really feel like i was as excited about it.I also read Devilman in the past 2 years and that was interesting? to reflect on from like, a historical significance point of view but like. I didn’t super duper get into it. It almost felt like a needed reading requirement that i had put off for way too long and Now i feel like I have a better context to the evolution of many of my favorite comics and where they draw influence from in this series. (Also it was very fun to watch the yuasa adaptation recently bc yuasa is one of my biggest art influences for his kemonozume series specifically)

Hmm I’m trying to think of anything else, but honestly Vinland Saga feels are still pouring thru so I guess... vinland saga lol.

Oh! I finally read Pluto by Naoki Urasawa in the past couple years (i think) and, like, i already love Urasawa (Monster is hands down one of my favorite comics/animes), i love tezuka (i will literally read anything he made), i knew id adore Pluto and.. i did! I think one of my new projects (replacer) was definitely influenced by pluto in a huge way.

A couple weeks ago i read Witch Hat Atelier and it was gorgeous, but short so far.

Ok I can’t really think of anything else but I hope this has been interesting/informative of what is circling around in my head at the moment! :D thanks for asking.