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[takamimami]

heeeey! 100 followers! nice! it was hard to choose just one prompt - so maybe i could request two in one? some fluff for kidd with prompt 6 and 8 ❤️ thanks and congrats again on your milestone!🎀

Hai anon!! thank you for your submission :3 this one took me a bit to find inspo for, but it's finally done! I hope you enjoy <3

Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - “You give the best hugs.” & “Wait, we have a few more minutes.” - STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: FLUFF; pregnancy - pregnant!reader, reader and kidd are parents, mentions of feeling baby move/kick, one almost suggestive comment from kidd but nothing nsfw, i just know this man would be the most doting husband to his pregnant wife byeeee ---word count 1.1k

You groaned as the light came pouring into your room from the doorway, tugging the blanket up over your head as you heard heavy footsteps trudge into the room. Two loud thumps echo off the walls as Kidd kicks off his boots, and the mattress sinks behind you as he crawls in and wraps an arm around your middle.

“It’s almost noon, angel,” he croons, his hand drifting over your swollen stomach, stilling as he feels movement from within. “The boys will be up soon, and Killer just finished making lunch if either of you are hungry.”

As if to offer their affirmation, the baby kicks at Kidd’s hand resting on your stomach, to which he hums in amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes, little squirt,” he chuckles, sitting up to lay a kiss on the side of your swollen belly as you stretch out on the mattress next to him. You shift your eyes over to the clock on the wall, reaching for your husband before he can remove himself from the bed fully.

“Wait,” you plead, batting your eyelashes pitifully at him as he lets you pull him back down into the bed beside you. “We have a few more minutes.”

Kidd lets out a breathy laugh as you nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing contently as he wraps you tightly in his arms and rests his chin on your head. For a few heartbeats you both lay there in silence, his breathing causing your head to rise and fall along with his chest as he holds you tightly.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy as you teeter on the verge of sleep, the sound of little footsteps snapping your attention as you lean yourself up against your elbow to gaze over Kidd’s hulking form. The footsteps draw closer as you prepare for the intrusion, but to your surprise, they continue past your door and down the hallway – their shadows under the door disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

You giggle to yourself as you settle back into Kidd’s hold, his own smirk curling on his lips as he observes you getting comfortable once more.

“So much for a ‘few more minutes’,” he teases, still wrapping an arm back around you despite his disapproving tone.

“I can’t help it,” you croon, “You give the best hugs. I’ll never get tired of laying in bed with you.”

Kidd’s sigh turns into a laugh as he contemplates your words, reaching a hand down to rub at your swollen abdomen. 

“I think that’s how you ended up like this, for a third time,” he says huskily, nuzzling his face into your neck and peppering gentle kisses there. His hand makes to slide lower, but a nudge from the child in your womb has him flinching away as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Alright,” you sigh, pressing a kiss to Kidd’s temple before rolling to your opposite side and hoisting yourself into a sitting position on the end of the bed. Kidd is in front of you a breath later, arm wrapping around your waist to help you stand.

During your first pregnancy, you’d despised Kidd’s overbearingness, not appreciating the feeling of being treated as if you were incapable or fragile. But after the accident during your second pregnancy, you knew any resistance to his mother-hen behaviors was futile, and it offered you a sense of comfort you’d come to relish in.

Kidd’s hand remains at your back as you slip on your slippers, waddling over to the vanity near the washroom and slipping your robe on over your nightgown. Kidd reaches for your arm as you reach around to tie the drawstring, halting your movements as he spins you around and positions the two of you in front of the vanity mirror.

His massive hands encompass yours as they both rest on your swollen belly, Kidd’s breath tickling your neck as he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your shoulder. 

“I think it’s a girl,” he murmurs, and as if to confirm his suspicions the baby presses against the wall of your womb, foot protruding into Kidd’s hand as his smile widens. “See, she says her daddys right.”

You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment before the pitter patter of little footsteps approach again, and your bedroom door swings open a moment later.

“Momma, Dadda~!”

Your two-year-old’s voice pierces through the silence of the room as your four-year-old clamors onto your bed, immediately beginning to bounce on it. Your two-year-old finally reaches you and stretches his arms up to you, whining as Kidd lifts him into the air.

“I want Momma!!”

Kidd rolls his eyes as he hands the boy over, and you press gentle kisses to his cheek while cooing softly to him before cradling him into your arms.

“Couple of momma’s boys, these lot,” Kidd groans, shaking his head playfully as he crosses his arms. He shifts his attention back over to your four-year-old still bouncing on the bed before bending back over to your belly, “Definitely need you to be a daddy’s girl, squirt.”

A crash pulls both of your attention as your four-year-old manages to knock the bedside lamp over, sending both it and him crashing to the floor.

You sigh as Kidd rushes over to check on him, and he pops up unfazed and simply asks “What’s for lunch?!”

An audible laugh leaves your mouth as you start moving towards the door. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t think the world could handle a fourth Eustass Kidd running around,” you tease, letting your two-year-old slide out of your grasp and run after his brother down the hall.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?!”

You smirk as Kidd whips his head around to glare at you, his brows furrowed as you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Just that I am perfectly content only having three raging redheads to run around after,” you croon, leaning up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He grunts in response, his scowl shifting to a smile as the two of you saunter down the hall toward the kitchen, the sound of your two boys pestering Killer about what he made for lunch echoing down the halls.

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[kquil]

🍪: cookie with james who surprises reader by coming over at their work to pick them up and he's very touchy and wants hugs and all the cute stuff but reader tries (and fails) to pry him off them bc they're sweaty and gross from working all day if that makes sense hehe tysm and congrats on 1k <3

A/N : this was super cute darling! thank you for the request and celebrating my 1k milestone with me, i'm sorry this took so long for me to write, nevertheless, i hope you enjoy how it turned out ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

“James?” you call with uncertainty, cautiously eyeing the familiar figure standing before you. His charming grin, complete with adorable dimples, greets you and you’re immediately assured of who’s standing before you. It was probably the setting around him that somehow warped his appearance enough to seem unfamiliar. It wasn’t common for James to come to your workplace as the two of you got off work at the same time and found it more efficient to make the journey home separately; it was to your complete surprise that he was standing before you, just in time as you got off work, “What are you doing here?” Despite the question, a happy grin couldn’t escape your features. 

“To pick you up, of course,” the curly haired brunette regards you with a fond stare but rolls his eyes playfully, his tone just as tongue-in-cheek. Your loving boyfriend quickly approaches you with arms outstretched and a mischievous sparkle in his pretty hazel eyes. 

“Uhhh…” it was then that you noticed his state of hard labour. Having worked all day, he was covered in sweat and grime and you’re sure he wasn’t the cleanest either, “James!” you squeal in protest when he shows no mercy and pulls you into his arms with an evil laugh. 

“What?~” he feigns innocence, having successfully captured you in a tight embrace before peppering your face with kisses and squeezing you in his strong, muscular and sweaty arms, “I’m just kissing you~” he teases, his attack of kisses unrelenting until he succumbs to nuzzling his face into your hair and taking a big breath in through his nose, “you smell soooooo pretty~” 

“James!” you protest again, struggling against his hold but can’t help the laugh that escapes you, the merriment shaking your limbs and weakening your grapple for freedom. 

“If you just keep calling my name, I won’t know what’s wrong so I won’t do anything~” he sings, maintaining his playful tone of voice. Now he’s kissing the crown of your head and slowly making his way back to your face again, eventually reaching your temple, where he proceeds to trail a sloppy path down to the pudge of your cheek.

“James?” you call once more, pulling your face away and meeting his eyes, his hazel pools reflecting so much love and tenderness in the mix of his shamelessness. 

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you for picking me up,” his eyes soften considerably and he leans down, loving words forming on his tongue but is caught completely off guard when you take the opportunity to push him away, laughing, “but stay away from me!” your playful words matches his earlier one in both pitch and tone, “you stink~” 

“Wha-?!” he makes a face of mock offence before coming at you like a game of prey and predator, “that’s just the smell of my abundant love for you!”

“Yeah right!” you roll your eyes as easily as the sarcastic comment rolls off your tongue and laugh when he begins to chase you, “Abundant in sweat and grime, more like!” 

“Why you-! Get back here!” you both laugh as he chases you to his car where you giggle with one another, share a kiss and settle in his car before he finally drives you both home for a much needed shower and rest.

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[sollucets]

I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3

tiis do you know i love you dearly

context from my fic on our way up:

The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.

so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)

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"Can I trust you with that?"

Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."

"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."

"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.

If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant. 

But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes. 

So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs. 

“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?” 

“Shut up.”

Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway. 

A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.” 

“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."

Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?” 

Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in. 

“More than that.”

Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again. 

“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.

“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better. 

“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.” 

Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?” 

“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”

When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”

Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed. 

Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?” 

Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”

“That’s not an answer."

“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?” 

“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life. 

Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”

“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended. 

“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.” 

Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”

The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?” 

“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”

“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.

Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.” 

[dailykoreanpop]

ATEEZ’s “BOUNCY” Becomes Their Fastest MV To Hit 100 Million Views

ATEEZ has just smashed a personal record on YouTube!

On September 12 at approximately 11:50 p.m. KST, ATEEZ’s music video for their latest title track “BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS)” surpassed 100 million views on YouTube, making it their second music video to do so after “WONDERLAND.”

ATEEZ first released the music video for “BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS)” on June 16 at 6 p.m. KST, meaning that it just took over 87 days (2 months and 26 days) to hit the 100 million mark.

“BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS)” is now ATEEZ’s fastest music video to reach the milestone, smashing their previous record of 827 days (2 years, 3 months, and 4 days) set by “WONDERLAND” last year.

Congratulations to ATEEZ!

Watch ATEEZ’s epic music video for “BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS)” again below:

Credit: Soompi

[shivlabs]

How to Hire Best Flutter Developers From India?

Flutter is widely used because it enables developers to create aesthetically consistent, natively-compiled mobile apps with a single code base. Flutter has been embraced by businesses all around the globe because of its many benefits. 

Companies and startups would rather outsource to nations with a high population of Flutter app developers than construct in-house teams. When looking to expand their teams with talented Flutter app developers, several firms have looked to India. 

However, it's not as simple as it seems to Hire dedicated Flutter developers in India. If you're looking to hire Flutter app developers in India, you'll need to provide them with some guidance. In this piece, we will share strategies for finding and retaining top talent among India's app developers using the Flutter framework. 

Finding and Working with Top Flutter App Developers in India 

The use of a map greatly facilitates getting from one place to another. The same is true while searching for talented programmers in India. With the appropriate approach, best hire dedicated Flutter developers in India shouldn't be tough, so let’s have a look at some of the tips below: 

1. Determine your requirements first

You should evaluate your needs carefully before contracting Flutter app developers in India. Having quicker access to your app's development team is a huge plus. 

How will using your app improve people's lives?

Who exactly are you targeting as your primary demographic?

Exactly what capabilities and features will your software boast? 

When do you plan to make your app available to the general public? 

Do you have an idea of who your main rivals are? 

Specifically, what does its user interface entail? 

2. Budget Allocation 

Once you have an understanding of your requirements, you may decide how much money to save. The most crucial consideration is how much it will cost to create the app. Companies often make the fatal error of trying to create an app on the cheap. 

Quality often costs more, so save aside sufficient money in case of unforeseen expenses. Most professional programs are not cheap, but they are available to those who are ready to pay more. The average cost of creating an app should be included in your financial strategy. 

Also Read: Why Should You Develop An App Using Flutter? 3. Hire third-party Flutter app developers

When looking to hire Flutter app developers, it's important to narrow down the pool of potential candidates. You must find competent Flutter app developers to assist you in creating your mobile app. 

So, choose the top alternatives available to you. There are a large number of Flutter app developers scattered throughout numerous online groups. The caveat is that you can't choose the developer's skill level. 

The largest benefit is likely the accessibility of mobile app development specialists. Please get in touch with the firm if you have any problems or queries about the project's schedule or current progress. 

4. Interview the Developers  

After a shortlist has been formed, interviews with prospective Flutter app developers may commence. Put them through their paces by peppering them with technical questions, exploring their understanding of upcoming technologies, and questioning their experience working with customers. Test their mettle by interrogating them on topics such as teamwork, stress management, problem-solving, and imagination. 

5. Financial Plan 

When you have chosen an offshore app development business to work with and have formed your team of Flutter experts, it's time to discuss compensation. Payments in the mobile app development sector are often distributed in stages, coinciding with the reaching of major milestones. 

6. Finalizing paperwork and signing contracts 

Finalizing all documentation and contracts with the app development business is the next step in getting your Flutter app off the ground. A lawyer or other knowledgeable person can help you make sense of a legal contract if you're having trouble doing so. 

7. Consistent Reporting and Status Updates 

Once contracts have been signed, establish a reporting mechanism to get frequent information on the app development project's progress. This reporting system makes it simple to monitor the daily development of your project. 

Appropriate reporting formats allow for the monitoring of developmental milestones, the emergence of unanticipated difficulties, and other measures.  Your success depends on your ability to communicate effectively. The success of your project depends on your ability to keep in constant contact with the Flutter app developers assigned to it. 

Conclusion

If you're looking to employ a new Flutter app developer, you've come to the right place. Experts in the field of mobile app development employing cutting-edge technology, Flutter app developers are in high demand. They have created digital and mobile solutions for several sectors, including transportation, banking, healthcare, retail, and more. 

[audiofuzz]

HNAF (Hot New Album Fridays): Soulful Pop | Arlo Parks - ‘My Soft Machine’

My Soft Machine is a brilliant soulful, pop, psych, tour de force. It’s easy to get lost in this melodic and beautifully produced album by Arlo Parks. A cohesive blend of psychedelia, soul, pop and stimulating synths. This is one of the few albums that has come out in the past 2 years where we can say every track is our favorite track. Parks has delivered a captivating album and we rate this a 10/10! READ More: Arlo Parks celebrates the release of her highly anticipated album, My Soft Machine, out today via Transgressive Records. This deeply personal body of work takes listeners on a captivating journey through Parks' experiences in her early 20s. The album features previously released singles "Blades," "Weightless," "Impurities," "Devotion," and "Pegasus," a delicate and beautiful ballad created in collaboration with her close friend and acclaimed musician Phoebe Bridgers. My Soft Machine marks a significant milestone in the twice Grammy-nominated, Mercury Prize, and BRIT Award-winning artists already illustrious career. The album is a testament to her growth as an artist, showcasing her unique storytelling ability and introspective lyricism. Recorded between London and Los Angeles, the album features an impressive roster of producers including Paul Epworth, Ariel Rechtshaid, Romil Hemnani (Brockhampton), Buddy Ross (known for collaborations with Frank Ocean), Carter Lang (known for working with SZA), and self-production from Arlo herself. Leading into the release Arlo has graced the covers of Paste Magazine, GQ Hype, The Guardian Film & Music, DORK, MusicWeek, DIY and Gay Times. Parks shares about how the new album and album title came to fruition in this beautiful performance video noting: "The world/our view of it is peppered by the biggest things we experience - our traumas, upbringing, vulnerabilities almost like visual snow. This record is life through my lens, through my body - the mid 20s anxiety, the substance abuse of friends around me, the viscera of being in love for the first time, navigating PTSD and grief and self sabotage and joy, moving through worlds with wonder and sensitivity- what it’s like to be trapped in this particular body. There is a quote from a Joanna Hogg film called The Souvenir, it’s an A24 semi-autobiographical film with Tilda Swinton - it recounts a young film student falling in love with an older, charismatic man then being drawn into his addiction - in an early scene he’s explaining why people watch films - 'we don’t want to see life as it is played out we want to see life as it is experienced in this soft machine.' So there we have it... My Soft Machine." My Soft Machine follows her highly-praised debut album Collapsed in Sunbeams, which received two Grammy nominations for Best New Artist and Best Alternative Music Album, won the BRIT Award for Best New Artist, received the Honda Mercury Prize, and won the BBC Introducing Artist Of The Year Award. Her debut album also reached the top 3 on the UK Album Charts and won the AIM Awards for Best Independent Album and UK Independent Breakthrough. On top of all this, Arlo was also nominated for Breakthrough International Act at the BET Awards. Arlo was named as the youngest ever high-profile supporter of UNICEF and an ambassador for UK mental health charity CALM. She has plans to continue her extensive work with both charities. Listen to My Soft Machine above and check out Arlo's upcoming live dates below. Upcoming Tour Dates: * = SOLD OUT 5/24 - Kingston, UK @ Pryzm w/ Banquet Records (intimate outstore performance, early show - 5pm) 5/24 - Kingston, UK @ Pryzm w/ Banquet Records (intimate outstore performance)* 5/29 - London, UK - Rough Trade East, Early Show (in-store performance + signing)* 5/29 - London, UK - Rough Trade East, Late Show (in-store performance + signing)* 6/14 - Leeds, UK – The Wardrobe w/ Crash Records (intimate outstore performance)* 6/14 - Leeds, UK – The Wardrobe w/ Crash Records (intimate outstore performance, late show – 9pm)* 7/5 – Tokyo, Japan @ Ebisu Garden Hall* 7/6 – Osaka, Japan @ Umeda Club Quattro 7/8 – Seoul, South Korea @ Musinsa Garage 7/14 - New Plymouth, New Zealand @ Night Light Festival 7/17 - Melbourne, Australia @ Forum 7/20 - Sydney, Australia @ Sydney Opera House 7/22 - Byron Bay, Australia @ Splendour In The Grass 7/23 - Adelaide, Australia @ The Gov 7/25 - Perth, Australia @ Astor Theatre 8/5 - Oxfordshire, UK @ Wilderness Festival 8/26 - Reading, UK @ Reading Festival 8/27 - Leeds, UK @ Leeds Festival 9/5 - Dublin, Ireland @ 3Olympia Theatre 9/13 - Amsterdam, Netherlands @ Paradiso 9/14 - Amsterdam, Netherlands @ Paradiso* 9/15 - Brussels, Belgium @ Ancienne Belgique 9/17 - Berlin, Germany @ Huxleys Neue Welt* 9/19 - Milan, Italy @ Alcatraz 9/21 - Paris, France @ L'Olympia 9/28 - London, UK @ Eventim Apollo 10/1 - Washington, DC @ All Things Go Festival Read the full article

[chrisryanspeaks]

HNAF (Hot New Album Fridays): Soulful Pop | Arlo Parks - ‘My Soft Machine’

My Soft Machine is a brilliant soulful, pop, psych, tour de force. It’s easy to get lost in this melodic and beautifully produced album by Arlo Parks. A cohesive blend of psychedelia, soul, pop and stimulating synths. This is one of the few albums that has come out in the past 2 years where we can say every track is our favorite track. Parks has delivered a captivating album and we rate this a 10/10! READ More: Arlo Parks celebrates the release of her highly anticipated album, My Soft Machine, out today via Transgressive Records. This deeply personal body of work takes listeners on a captivating journey through Parks' experiences in her early 20s. The album features previously released singles "Blades," "Weightless," "Impurities," "Devotion," and "Pegasus," a delicate and beautiful ballad created in collaboration with her close friend and acclaimed musician Phoebe Bridgers. My Soft Machine marks a significant milestone in the twice Grammy-nominated, Mercury Prize, and BRIT Award-winning artists already illustrious career. The album is a testament to her growth as an artist, showcasing her unique storytelling ability and introspective lyricism. Recorded between London and Los Angeles, the album features an impressive roster of producers including Paul Epworth, Ariel Rechtshaid, Romil Hemnani (Brockhampton), Buddy Ross (known for collaborations with Frank Ocean), Carter Lang (known for working with SZA), and self-production from Arlo herself. Leading into the release Arlo has graced the covers of Paste Magazine, GQ Hype, The Guardian Film & Music, DORK, MusicWeek, DIY and Gay Times. Parks shares about how the new album and album title came to fruition in this beautiful performance video noting: "The world/our view of it is peppered by the biggest things we experience - our traumas, upbringing, vulnerabilities almost like visual snow. This record is life through my lens, through my body - the mid 20s anxiety, the substance abuse of friends around me, the viscera of being in love for the first time, navigating PTSD and grief and self sabotage and joy, moving through worlds with wonder and sensitivity- what it’s like to be trapped in this particular body. There is a quote from a Joanna Hogg film called The Souvenir, it’s an A24 semi-autobiographical film with Tilda Swinton - it recounts a young film student falling in love with an older, charismatic man then being drawn into his addiction - in an early scene he’s explaining why people watch films - 'we don’t want to see life as it is played out we want to see life as it is experienced in this soft machine.' So there we have it... My Soft Machine." My Soft Machine follows her highly-praised debut album Collapsed in Sunbeams, which received two Grammy nominations for Best New Artist and Best Alternative Music Album, won the BRIT Award for Best New Artist, received the Honda Mercury Prize, and won the BBC Introducing Artist Of The Year Award. Her debut album also reached the top 3 on the UK Album Charts and won the AIM Awards for Best Independent Album and UK Independent Breakthrough. On top of all this, Arlo was also nominated for Breakthrough International Act at the BET Awards. Arlo was named as the youngest ever high-profile supporter of UNICEF and an ambassador for UK mental health charity CALM. She has plans to continue her extensive work with both charities. Listen to My Soft Machine above and check out Arlo's upcoming live dates below. Upcoming Tour Dates: * = SOLD OUT 5/24 - Kingston, UK @ Pryzm w/ Banquet Records (intimate outstore performance, early show - 5pm) 5/24 - Kingston, UK @ Pryzm w/ Banquet Records (intimate outstore performance)* 5/29 - London, UK - Rough Trade East, Early Show (in-store performance + signing)* 5/29 - London, UK - Rough Trade East, Late Show (in-store performance + signing)* 6/14 - Leeds, UK – The Wardrobe w/ Crash Records (intimate outstore performance)* 6/14 - Leeds, UK – The Wardrobe w/ Crash Records (intimate outstore performance, late show – 9pm)* 7/5 – Tokyo, Japan @ Ebisu Garden Hall* 7/6 – Osaka, Japan @ Umeda Club Quattro 7/8 – Seoul, South Korea @ Musinsa Garage 7/14 - New Plymouth, New Zealand @ Night Light Festival 7/17 - Melbourne, Australia @ Forum 7/20 - Sydney, Australia @ Sydney Opera House 7/22 - Byron Bay, Australia @ Splendour In The Grass 7/23 - Adelaide, Australia @ The Gov 7/25 - Perth, Australia @ Astor Theatre 8/5 - Oxfordshire, UK @ Wilderness Festival 8/26 - Reading, UK @ Reading Festival 8/27 - Leeds, UK @ Leeds Festival 9/5 - Dublin, Ireland @ 3Olympia Theatre 9/13 - Amsterdam, Netherlands @ Paradiso 9/14 - Amsterdam, Netherlands @ Paradiso* 9/15 - Brussels, Belgium @ Ancienne Belgique 9/17 - Berlin, Germany @ Huxleys Neue Welt* 9/19 - Milan, Italy @ Alcatraz 9/21 - Paris, France @ L'Olympia 9/28 - London, UK @ Eventim Apollo 10/1 - Washington, DC @ All Things Go Festival Read the full article

[zayeaw]

hi pepper!! congrats on 123 followers🎉

wanted to see if i could jump in here early enough to snag a slot for your milestone event and get a ship with a male character from aot :) i apologize for the length of this but if it’s vivid you want it’s vivid you get i’m so sorry lmao feel free to skip this if it’s too long

physically speaking: i’m super short for my age (155cm at 22) and rather skinny, sort of an athletic/somewhat muscular build, with disproportionately large breasts. blonde hair, long, a bit layered. round face, round blue eyes, very high-set cheekbones and plump cheeks that sort of make me look a bit chipmunk-ish when i smile.

in terms of style/aesthetic, i’m definitely more of a dressed-down person, but i wouldn’t really assign myself to a “core,” if that makes sense, lol. i like sweats and hoodies, wearing my hair down, not a huge fan of fancy accessories or thick makeup. if i’m out in public, i’m usually in skinny jeans with a bit of a nicer sweatshirt (but it is always a sweatshirt, as i get cold really easily). i’m more of a basic sneaker person when it comes to shoes but a lot of the times you’ll just see me scurrying around in fuzzy slippers (or full fluffy pajama sets) when i’m roaming around the house. it’s cozycore. i made it up just now but that’s what it is.

as far as interests go, my music taste basically consists of hard rock, lofi, and soft ballads with pretty much no in-between. one second you’ll see me head-banging to a playlist and five minutes later i’ll be face down sobbing in my feels. i’m also very artistic, really into singing, writing, and general music production. i also shamelessly play video games on my switch every moment i’m not at work—been really into hollow knight lately.

and for tropes? relationships? i live for tooth-rotting fluff by day and kinky nasty time by night. i’m a sucker for those slow burn stories, people who fall for each other without really realizing it, people who push the boundaries of friends 24/7 because they’re just so comfortable with each other on a physical and emotional level. like friends to lovers but instead of friends becoming lovers they’ve just been lovers the whole time and are only now discovering what love really means. i’m here for the soft doms and service tops, the praises, the nights where every touch is filled with passion and just pure adoration. where the line between physical and emotional intimacy is blurred to the point that it’s indistinguishable.

three cheers if you made it to the end without taking a bathroom break😭 i don’t want to just end it here so in conclusion, congrats again on such a huge milestone in only a few weeks!! i adore your work and i really hope you get the chance to share that with even more people in the coming months. cheers💕

hello nonnie! thank youu for participating in my milestone event! Ahh you must be so pretty irl ! Thank you being patient with me and for supporting me<3

Dw ab the lenght i lovee reading long asks hehe, you gave me some entertainment during my integetrarion classes, oh and the way you described your favorite trope is so good! I loved it, you must be one heck of a writer yourself!

PEPPER'S MILESTONE EVENT🪄

I ship you withh..

JEAN KIRSCTEIN!

Jean absolutely adores the fact that you're half his size, his heart beats out of his chest when he sees you struggling trying to get something out of the top shelf of your kitchen cabinet. He dosen't help you just yet though, he makes sure you turn around and give him puppy eyes before he lifts you up to get what you wanted.

He loves your long hair, whenever he's stressed he just has to cuddle in bed with you,running his fingers in your hair and feel your soft breath on him,there is no better heaven for him than you.

He wants your chest as a pillow at night. Its not a want its a need, whenever you both have a fight ,reason of fight: he ate the left over food you had been thinking of eating the entire dwy, you send him to the couch to sleep and about at 3 a.m when he knows your asleep he comes and cuddles with you. Not like u dont love it🥴

you just wear his clothes lol. Like his closet his yours. Wanna go for grocery? Just grab his sweatshirt and pants. He acts annoyed but loves it when he sees you in his clothing. It makes him feel like you are actually his. however he enjoys watching you prancing around like a bunny in your short shorts and fluffy slippers, makes him wanna pin you down and fuck you into oblivion then and there. Smirk at him while you're wearing that? Yeah then he is going to do it.

Also he lovess going shoe shopping with you, you both even have matching pairs,its so adorable really.

You're play video games?hell yeah. What more could he ask for in a girlfriend. He always knew you played stuff but the first time he saw you getting mad when your teammate fucked up, you were ready to throw hands,spitting out all the cuss words you knew and he went "😍"

You both go for daily night drives, blasting the same music everyday, singing along with it, and thr drives usually more or less end with a hot makeout session in the backseat.

You both were always more than lovers,always more than friends,maybe that is what a soulmate is. You make him feel complete, you are the reason he wants to wake up everyday,you are the reason he wants to work hard so that you both can live a comfortable life.

You are the one who made him wanna have a family. You were always the reason for him, even when you were kids, you teasing him is what he lives for. You breaking eye contact and cheeks blushing when he leans in to kiss you is the reason he contempt with everything in life.

Holding your hand when you both walk in the cold,pushing you amongst his side so that you remain warm, watching you drool in your sleep,seeing you so concentrated when you arr working, yeah, he had nothing in life to complain about.

[peterthepark]

Reign, my queen, congrats on this incredible milestone and tysm for the tag. I don’t typically come with many requests, but I will make one (if you get time!)

Can I get 🍾 for tasm!peter?

Let’s try: you’ve had a really long week at work or school, you feel awful, and need your dom husband/bf peter to take care of you!

Or anything else if that idea sucks!

-Forever slutty and yours, @liz-allyn 🦌

LIZZZZ BABY!!! TY MUWAH

anything for my dearest <3 filth below!!!

It started with a massage, Peter’s deft hands and dexterous fingers working against the knots in your shoulders and back while you sat upright on the bed. Sheets unmade. Comforter wrinkled and pillows mislaid from weeks of building exhaustion accompanied by an awful time at work. But the lower Peter’s fingers travelled, applying more pressure to the harder to reach areas, his soft voice a low hum against your neck, you’d be lying if you denied the heat that was pooling in your belly.

“Better?” Your husband whispers into your skin, sensually pressing his lips to the crook of your neck and gently dragging them across your jaw. “Can feel you relaxing, you want me to turn the light off?”

“Mmm, not yet.”

“Not sleepy?”

You chuckle, glancing back at him with glimmering eyes. You reach up and thumb at his lip, ghosting your mouth over his. “Far from sleepy, actually.”

“Oh? So it’s like that, huh?”

“Your hands are just nice.”

Peter inhales deeply, sitting up against the headboard and letting you lean back against his strong body as he runs his palms over your stomach, teasing and teasing until his rough fingertips dip past the waistband of your (technically his) boxers and circle over your clit. You rut against him immediately, placing your hand over the growing bulge in his sweatpants as Peter spreads your arousal over his digits before slipping them inside you.

“Is this relaxing you?”

“Parker…”

“Maybe if I did this…” He curls them into you, a muted squelch filling the warm silence as the heel of his palm slowly brushes against your bundle of nerves while fingerfucking you. “Yeah, there you go. That’s the spot, pretty girl?”

“Oh, f-fuck… babe.”

“Babe.” He mimics your breathless tone playfully, nipping at your earlobe. “Love it when you sound like this. So desperate. So needy, fuck. I love that you need me. Wanna please you. Wanna hear that sound every fucking night.”

“Wanna please you, t-too.”

He tsks with a coo, pushing your hand away from his hardened cock and intertwining your fingers with his free ones.

“I’m all about you tonight, Y/N. You’ve been working so hard… it’s only right that a totally normal guy like me makes time for his perfect wife.” Peter smoothes your hair back, peppering kisses along your brow bone. “I wanna feel you cum around me.”

“Well, when you keep talking like that…”

“Rub your clit for me, angel.”

“Pete.” You nudge noses, gasping into his mouth.

“Rub it, come on. Gotta get you there somehow. Relax, mama.”

You grind your hips into his fingers, moaning unapologetically when his skin glistens with your creamy slick. “Fuck.”

Peter smiles to himself, groaning sinfully against your ear at the thought of you falling apart in his arms. He loves this. Loves making you feel good, because it makes him feel good.

“That’s it. I’ll take care of you.”

[alotofpockets]

2k follower celebration | Closed

Thank you so much for this milestone! 2k followers is something I never thought I would reach. And an extra thank you for all your likes, comments and reblogs, your support on my fics in that way means the absolute world to me. To celebrate this milestone I'll be writing your request :)

I will be writing for:

⧗ Yelena Belova

⧗ Kate Bishop

⧗ Natasha Romanoff

⧗ Wanda Maximoff

⧗ Pepper Potts

⧗ Florence Pugh

⧗ Elizabeth Olsen

⧗ Hailee Steinfeld

To send in a request, please include the following information:

⧗ Which character/person

⧗ The prompt you want, from the list below (one per request!)

⧗ If you have a specific idea for the prompt, let me know and I will try to incorporate it :)

Please read my general request info before requesting!

Below the cut are the writing prompts

Behind the prompt it will say [Available] when it's still up for grabs and [Character name] with the characters name the prompt is taken for when the prompt is no longer available.

I look forward to writing your requests! :)

“You’re in love with her.” [Florence Pugh]

“When is the last time you ate?” [Yelena Belova]

“I’m going to fix you up, okay?” [Natasha Romanoff]

“I’m not going anywhere.” [Natasha Romanoff]

“Put the knife down, I’m not going to hurt you.” [Natasha Romanoff]

“They will have to go through me before they get to you.” [Kate Bishop]

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” [Kate Bishop]

“Can you come with me? I don’t want to go alone.” [Wanda Maximoff]

“She’s hiding behind the couch.” [Hailee Steinfeld]

“Dance with me?” [Florence Pugh]

“Just play along, please?” [Florence Pugh]

“My date didn’t go very well. They said I should date you instead, since I only talk about you.” [Yelena Belova]

“It’s too cold, come back!” [Natasha Romanoff]

“Is that my sweater?” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“Star gazing was a good idea.” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“Apparently they all have a bet going that we’ll end up together.” [Florence Pugh]

“I keep seeing his face.” [Natasha Romanoff]

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” [Natasha Romanoff]

“You wrote me a song?” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“You’re here way too often.” - "So what?” �� “This is a hospital.” [Kate Bishop]

“It’s a surprise, you can’t just tell them.” [Florence Pugh]

“It’s only a small scratch, how can your pain level be a 9?” [Yelena Belova]

“Maybe tonight we don’t have to pretend?” [Yelena Belova]

“You’ll catch me right?” [Wanda Maximoff]

“Am I your lockscreen?” – "You weren’t supposed to see that.” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“I’ve got a surprise waiting for you outside.” [Hailee Steinfeld]

"I have a key, it's not breaking in." [Wanda Maximoff]

“Do you want to come to my mom’s birthday with me?” [Hailee Steinfeld]

“Please never stop smiling.” [Yelena Belova]

“You can’t scare me like that, okay?” [Florence Pugh]

“Are you warm enough?” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“Welcome home.” [Florence Pugh]

“I wish you could see yourself how I see you.” [Yelena Belova]

“You know it’s okay to show emotion, right?” [Natasha Romanoff]

“I saw that, you were checking me out.” [Florence Pugh]

“You know that your book is upside down, right?” [Kate Bishop]

“Just like we promised.” [Elizabeth Olsen]

“Quit going easy on me.” [Wanda Maximoff]

“You’re really close right now.” – "Yeah, why don’t you just kiss me while we’re at it.” [Yelena Belova]

“Did you really think I was going to let you do this alone?” [Natasha Romanoff]

~

And lastly a special thank you to everyone on my taglist. Thank you for always keeping up with my fics <3

Main taglist:

@yellowvxbes // @xxromanoffxx // @xxxtwilightaxelxxx // @danveration// @wandaswifeyforlifey // @marvelwomen-simp // @snooy245 // @peggycarter-steverogers // @wandas-slut-heart // @natashas-sunshine // @annephobic // @laaurrel // @catasha // @t00manyfand0ms // @multifandomlesbianic // @bandit2029 // @avengerswriter4eva // @gigistylestomlinson // @snowdrop1026 // @sylvies4ever // @youreatotalposer // @mellowladyangel // @milfloverslut // @natasha-danvers // @lyak12 // @smalls-words // @when-wolves-howl // @svftpetker // @la-reine-des-enfers // @official-chaotic-wandamaximoff // @b0r3d-s1mp1ng-b1tch // @bubblensqueak002 // @imabee-oralizard // @rafecameronswhore // @be-missed // @romaaa28 // @youresuchamom // @youralphawolf72 // @maia-lightwoood // @rootbeerfaygo // @elliesayshello869 // @vllowe // @princessprudy // @nightingalexx // @hallecarey1 // @wandsmxmff // @lissaaaa145 // @blackwidow-3 // @natashasapphic // @amessbian // @oh-thats-cute // @ratzyy // @strangegardentaco

[velvetcloxds]

Hii loves, I am honestly so excited that we've reached another milestone together! I thought for 600, instead of doing a celebration, I could show some love to the writers who inspire me daily, so, this is a collection of all my favourite fics from both mutuals and non-mutuals. I'm thinking of doing more of these as this blog grows and I'll be doing them by fandom too, so if you're not on here yet, I've not forgotten you, promise! Thank you again for 600, my loves, and thank you to everyone on this list for creating lovely little worlds for me to escape into <33

*Please note that though all of the fics are sfw, please check the writer's blog boundaries before interacting with any of their content- that said, happy reading !!

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Masterlist | Reading Blog

JAMES POTTER

A Classic Cliche by @akraziia

Armergency by @ladyvesuvia

Authenticity by @mirclealignr

Baismain by @pepper-up-potion

Beginnings by @saintlike78

Chaser at Heart by @messers-moony

Chemtrails and the country club by @/sarahisslytherin

Chocolate Chip by @peppers-analytics

Dancing with dbf James by @/saintlike78

Four Eyes by @sarahisslytherin

Have you seen a lady fairer by @spxllcxstxr

If This Was Love by @selenes-sun

Imitation by @randomoutsiders

Intimacy by @/randomoutsiders

Just Friends my Foot by @sheraayasher

Never Felt Like This Before by @isolemnlyswear

Painkiller by @mendesxruel

Perfect First Kiss by @yoooespinosa

Protective James when you get hurt by @shadesofvelma

Sunday Morning by @/sarahisslytherin

The 1 by @sereinegemini

What's Love Got To Do With It? by @destourtereaux

Winter and Freckles by @marauders-lupin

You're My Regret by @pogueslandia

REMUS LUPIN

A Pretty Colour For A Pretty Boy by @lonelyhe4rts

Bookshop Boy by @henqtic

Brother's Best Friend by @/lonelyhe4rts

Cherries by @moonlitmeeks

Finding out about Moony by @/sereinegemini

Gryffindor vs Slytherin by @/sarahisslytherin

I Wish You Could Watch Them With Me by @songofpolaris

Like a Married Couple by @pad-foots

Little Family by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

Little Red and Her Big Bad Wolf by @piecesofem

Mafia Remus Coming Home Hurt by @/piecesofem

Melted Hearts by @cupids-crystals

Moony and Midnight by @/messers-moony

Nightmare by @/marauders-lupin

Pancakes by @iliveiloveiwrite

Prof!Remus helping you through a panic attack by @/saintlike78

Taking care of Remus by @v1oletvenus

The Poet by @/cupids-crystals

Tiny Dancer by @ messrsmoonee

Tomes and Scrolls by @peppermint-toads

Wouldn't it be nice by @/spxllcxstxr

SIRIUS BLACK

Admiration by @/mirclealignr

A Haunted Night by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

A Soft Place To Land by @leydileyla

Concert Tickets by @/sarahisslytherin

Groupie by @/sarahisslytherin

His Solace by @/lonelyhe4rts

Jumpers by @dracossweetprincess

Morning cuddles by @daisycinema

One Where You Gained Weight by @proserpina-magnus

Roommates by @/cupids-crystals

Solace by @earlgreydream [part 2, part 3, part 4]

Teacher's Pet by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

To Play Away Your Trouble by @leahsficemporium

Two Weeks by @kirascottage

Walk Through Hell by @gxtitobxby

Warm Baths and Raspberry Teas by @morozovastarless

Well then, which law are we breaking first? by @yourlocalmaraudersbabe

What if? by @natashxromanovf

HONOURABLE MENTIONS (other HP characters)

BILL WEASLY

Love Always by @beloved-bucky

Scarred together by @/saintlike78

CEDRIC DIGGORY

Moments alone by @/iliveiloveiwrite

Sunday Morning, Rain is Falling by @fortisfilia

DRACO MALFOY

Expression by @plus-size-reader

Gin, Ice and Everything Nice by @/fortisfilia

Flowers by @mellifluousart

Notes by @/mellifluousart

Perfect for him by @/mellifluousart

FRED WEASLEY

I hate you by @/saintlike78

My little star sweeper by @nancybycrs

GEORGE WEASLEY

Knitted sweaters and fuzzy socks by @/beloved-bucky

Strawberries and Kisses by @queen-asteria04

HARRY POTTER

A Sweet Distraction by @/pad-foots

Crying Lightning by @/mendesxruel

Rings and Headstones by @scandalous-chaos

Selfless by @/mirclealignr

The Fire and the Rain by @/isolemnlyswear

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

Ballroom dancing by @/iliveiloveiwrite (slightly nsfw)

Waiting for you by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

OLIVER WOOD

Alcohol and Cinnamon by @/leydileyla

Mr. Grumpy by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

Whipped by @oliverwoodmarrymepls

Quidditch captains don't pout by @/iliveiloveiwrite

THEO NOTT

Thunder by@/earlgreydream

You'll be okay/I'll be okay by @/yoooespinosa

[comfortwriting]

Fic Recommendations 3!

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist, 

To celebrate reaching my milestone, I decided another fit rec was long-awaited! Please check out these writers and their amazing work, they are incredibly talented and I love what they write! 

warnings: * = smut

Fred Weasley:

1. I don’t share * by @horrorxweasley

2. Never Again by @horrorxweasley

3. You alright, Freddie? by @lovegoodsgf

4. The brightest smile by @inglourious-imagines

George Weasley:

1. Please don’t leave me by @inglourious-imagines

2. I would be falling without you by @reeophidian

3. You’re a mess by @xmalfoyweasleyx

4. In this window of time by @eatingcloudsxx

Ron Weasley:

1. Good girl * by @fredshufflepuff 

2. Made to take me * by @fredshufflepuff 

3. Happier by @leviosa-moon

4. Starry skies by @lovegoodsgf

Draco Malfoy:

1. Comfort by @mmalfoyferret

2. Glasses by @fredshufflepuff 

3. The library kiss by @roonilwazlibimagines

4. Details by @leydileyla

Remus Lupin: 

1. Gently does it * by @fandom-puff 

2. A welcome visitor * by @fandom-puff 

3. The Conversation by @moonys-bae

4. Red Mugs by @lvlofpanic

Sirius Black:

1. Father, father by @leviosa-moon

2. I might have slipped a love potion in your pumpkin juice this morning by @roonilwazlibimagines 

3. Forever and always by @lvlofpanic

4. One page, one kiss by @pepper-up-potion

[thesightstoshowyou]

Re: milestone event, maybe a continuation of your Tommy fic where one night the reader wakes up all hot thinking of him and finally seeks him out in the middle of the night to take care of it seeing as unfortunately he has yet to bust into the room to take them? Your fic for Tommy and Jason are my FAV just *mwah* fantastic I didn't realize I was into Tommy until you

I like the way you think anon ;)

Sweet Dreams

Thomas Hewitt x F Reader (NSFW)

Part 3

Read Part 2 here

Summary: You wake in the night burning with need. You seek Tommy out, earn his trust, and he repays you in kind. RIP to other guys but Thomas Hewitt is different.

Warnings: FLUFF holy shit, so much fluff, oral, praise kink, squirting, creampie

             Hands, thick, strong hands caress your thighs, spreading you open as you cling to burly shoulders, sweat spilling from your brow until you taste salt on your lips—

             Your eyes pop open. Moonlight spills through the curtains, the only light illuminating your dark room. It’s starting to feel less like a prison cell with every day that passes, but this thought does not bring you comfort. Very little comforts you here, in this house, in this rotting town. Only one thing, one person, prevents you from actively trying to escape….

             You’d dreamt of him again. You grind your thighs together, trying to relieve the deep ache these excruciatingly vivid dreams bring. You have no idea how late it is, or how early. A sigh rushes past your lips. There’s no way anyone is up at this hour and you’re locked in your room until morning. God, you long to go to him.

             The stomp of heavy footfalls coming down the hall reaches your ears. You’d recognize those steps anywhere. Thomas….

             Ripping the covers off your sweaty form, you leap from the bed and cross the room in a flash. Gently, you knock on the door, not wishing to wake anyone else.

             “Tommy?” You ask quietly, praying he hears you. The footsteps abruptly pause just outside your door. You hold your breath as you hear rustling. The lock clicks.

             You step out of the way, letting the door swing open. Thomas fills your doorway, hair still damp from a shower, wearing nothing but a pair of slacks. And the damn mask, of course. It looks as though he’d just thrown it on so he could open your door, one of the straps half-clasped. He’s watching you closely, furrow in his brow, most likely worried something is wrong.

             “Hi,” you whisper with a small smile, “I’m okay. Just wanted to see you.” Thomas glances shyly away at your words and you take the opportunity to drag your gaze over his brawny shoulders, shoulders you’d just been dreaming about digging your nails into. You flush at the memory, suddenly nervous to ask for what you want.

             Instead you close the distance between you, hesitantly reaching up to run your fingers along the slit in Thomas’ mask, brushing the digits over his lips. He tenses, hands coming up to settle timidly on your hips Do you dare…?

             “Tommy,” you whisper, meeting his anxious stare. This is such a sensitive topic. How do you broach the subject without upsetting him? You swallow, “Tommy, I want to kiss you…without this.” You lay your hand against his cheek, thumb stroking the leather of his mask.

             As you’d guessed, his eyes widen and he immediately steps away from you, shaking his head and turning to leave. Anxiously, you bite your lip, slipping your hand into his to keep him from fleeing.

             “Tommy, you have no idea how bad I want you right now. All the time, actually,” you say quickly with a breathy laugh, “How bad I want all of you.” Thomas meets your gaze over his shoulder and you can see he’s frowning again, like he can’t believe you. Your heart breaks, chest constricting painfully.

             You move to him again, pushing up on your tip toes to press your lips to his shoulder before moving to his neck. Deeply, you inhale the sharp scent of his soap as you nuzzle your nose just under his ear. Your hands roam across his chest, fingers tracing all the scars littering his torso. Thomas shudders, arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight against him. He clings to you like a lifeline, just like he had that first day in the cellar.

             “You’re not gonna scare me away. I need you, Tommy, so, so bad. I love the way you make me feel. You…you don’t have to show me right now, but I hope that, someday, you will.”

             Thomas moves to cup your cheeks, cradling your face in his huge palms. He searches your expression, your eyes, looking for a lie, for any hint of teasing. You meet his gaze, willing him to feel your sincerity. Blue eyes drop to your lips and he frowns again. You can see him thinking, weighing the pros and cons.

             He must not find what he’s looking for because you see his eyes soften. Tommy lets out a tremulous breath and you give him a small, reassuring smile. Slowly, so slowly, as though his hands weigh a thousand pounds each, he reaches up to unbuckle the strap of his mask. You grip his shoulders to quiet his trembling.

             Finally, Thomas lowers the mask from his face. You are hyper-aware of your expression, knowing Tommy will miss nothing. You keep your face passive, blank as you examine the missing nose, the lesions and scar tissue along the side of his mouth, his cheek. You wonder what caused it; a deformity? A disease?

             Truthfully, you’d expected much worse. You’d been imagining the potential horrors under that mask from day one. It’s anticlimactic, really.

             Thomas isn’t looking at you. He’s so tense, shoulders bunched under your hands, his eyes fixed on a spot past your left shoulder. You tip your head to the side, cupping his cheek and gently forcing him to meet your gaze. You smile warmly, bringing your other hand up to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.

             “Can I kiss you now, Tommy?” you whisper. Thomas blinks, astonished. He lets out another huge breath and you realize he’d been holding it this hold time. You nod, assuring him you mean the truth, and pop up on your toes again to meet him halfway.

             Shaking, Thomas wraps his arms around you again and presses his lips to yours. You sigh into his mouth, glad to have the barrier gone. You sigh becomes a squeak and a giggle when Tommy lifts you off your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, clinging to him like he does you. The mask lays at his feet, forgotten.

             “Take me to your room?” you murmur, brushing his hair out of the way to kiss the shell of his ear. You don’t have to ask twice. Tommy carries you down the hall, moving as silently as he can so as not to alert anyone else in the house.

             Once safely inside his room, dark but for the moonlight bathing the room in soft light, Thomas gently sets you on the edge of his bed, hurrying across the room to close the door before promptly returning to you. You spread your thighs so he can kneel between them and you pull him flush against you, peppering his bare face with kisses, ending at his lips so you can slip your tongue in his mouth.

             He’s clumsy at first, but Tommy once again proves to be a fast learner, lips and tongue matching your earnest movements. You break away to catch your breath, grinning wide. Biting your lip, you tug your shirt over your head, slowly, so you can make a show of it.

           Reverently, Thomas smooths the palms of his hands up your abdomen, cupping your breasts and timidly leaning in to capture a nipple with his lips. He gives the hardening flesh an experimental suck and you release a hushed moan, fingers tangling in his hair to encourage him.

             He moves to the other side, repeating the action until you buck your hips into him, a whispered, “Oh fuck,” spilling from your parted lips. Eagerly, Thomas eases your shorts off your hips, tossing them away and scooping up handfuls of your ass to pull you to the very edge of the bed. He wastes no time before burying his face between your parted thighs.

             You must clap your hand over your mouth to stifle the surprised moan when Tommy drags his tongue through your folds. He remembers what you like from your teaching session that first day in the cellar. Shockingly fast, he finds your clit and teases it with his tongue. He sucks, licks with the tip and then the flat of his tongue, experiments with different techniques until he finds the ones that makes you squeal behind your hand.

             You cum like that, hand in his hair, Thomas’ fingers digging into your hips while you buck into his mouth. You shudder, legs quivering, toes tingling, cunt dripping onto the floor. Dazedly, you wonder how long he’d been waiting to do that, as enthusiastic as he was.

             “Oh my god, Tommy,” you gasp, sitting up and pulling him into another heated kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, swallow his needy whine. Hastily, you urge him to stand, popping the button on his pants and shoving them off his hips.

             You scoot back on the bed, pulling him by the hand at the same time until he’s hovering over you. You’re worried you’re going to burn up, your skin ablaze everywhere he touches you. He lifts your hips off the mattress and begins the measured process of pushing his maddeningly thick cock past your soaked folds.

             Your hand returns to your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist, arching your back when Thomas stuffs you completely full of him. You twitch, free hand fisting in the sheets when he rolls his hips, the incredible stretch now more addictive than painful. You meet his gaze as much as you can in the dark, nodding your head to urge him on.

             “Yes, Tommy, please, so g-good, oh god, just like that,” you whisper, quickly biting down on your lip to stifle a cry when Thomas’ grip tightens and he bucks his hips forward. The hand in the sheets flies to the headboard to keep you from sliding up the mattress as Tommy starts pummeling your insides, using his grip on your waist to pull you into each thrust.

             It’s so hard not to scream, not to wake everyone else in the house when every nerve in your body is alight with sensation, pleasure coiling so intensely in your gut you wonder if you’ll burst. Tommy groans at the feeling of your slippery muscles fluttering around him and that is enough to send you plummeting into ecstasy.

             You come undone, unravelling at the seams, back arching, cunt gushing around the cock that fills it so completely. You bite the palm of your hand to quiet the euphoric shriek that erupts from your throat. Thomas emits a strangled moan as his hips stutter before slamming forward, hilting himself as he fills you to the brim.

             Tommy lowers you back to the mattress before tipping forward, hands braced on either side of your head. You crane your neck, bringing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down so he rests between your trembling thighs. You chuckle quietly when he sets his forehead against yours, his panting breaths washing over your sweat slicked face.

             “You’re getting too good at that,” you murmur, giggling when he huffs out a laugh. Thomas rolls to the side, pulling you to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. Gradually, his breathing slows, the deep, rhythmic inhales and exhales lulling you, making your eyelids droop.

             It’s easy to fall asleep in Tommy’s arms. You’ve never felt more secure. You let your eyes fall shut and, before long, you join him in sleep.

[semisgroupie]

Congratulations on your follower milestone ^^ Can I please request a Dabi (BNHA) smut with fem s/o? Age: 21. I hope anons are allowed? 3 kinks: mirror sex + dirty talk + creampie. Scenario: he celebrates/spends the day with her on her birthday (birthday sex). Thank you very much!

Yes anons are allowed. Thank you so much for requesting! NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI

Warnings: dirty talk, soft dom Dabi, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), creampie, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 813 words

“Thank you so much for today Dabi, you really know how to make a girl feel special for her birthday.”

“Anything for you princess but the celebration isn’t over yet.”

Before you could question him he places his lips on yours, the kiss becomes more passionate and sloppier by the second. You’re thankful that the two of you are home. He strips layer after layer of clothing until you both are naked.

“Fuck Y/N, if only you could see how sexy you look—actually you can.”

He pulls you over to the side of your shared bed near the closet where a full sized mirror is. He sits you down and sits behind you.

“Look how fucking sexy you are baby, your curves and if I spread your legs like this—” he spread open your legs so you can see how wet you are, “mm so delicious.”

He slips one finger inside your wet cunt after a few thrusts he slips a second one in, scissoring to help you get ready to adjust to his size. Moans fall from your lips like a mantra as you get closer to your first orgasm of the night then he just stops.

“Dabi it’s my birth—”

“I know what day it is princess, I want all your orgasms to be on my cock.”

You make eye contact with him through the mirror as you watch him slip the two fingers covered in your arousal into his mouth cleaning them off.

“You taste so much better than that birthday cake I bought you. Now stand up a little so I could fuck you.”

Once you got up he adjusted himself and grabbed your hips as he aligned his cock with your sopping wet cunt. He slammed himself into you balls deep immediately making you cum all over his cock. He started thrusting at full speed and force making you lean forward on the closet.

“Look at yourself baby, watch yourself cum over and over again on my cock. You feel so fucking good baby, so fucking tight. Just for me baby.”

You kept your head down until you felt his hand wrap around your neck under your jaw forcing you to make eye contact with your reflection in the mirror. He tightened his grip on your hips using his quirk so you felt a little sting which helped bring you to your next orgasm. 

“D-Dabi cumming, m’cumming again!”

“Cum for me baby I love feeling your tight cunt clench around me.”

He brought one of his hands down to your clit and started toying with the little nub making you cum for the second time that night making you go limp in his hold. 

“Think you could give me one more baby, you know what they say third times the charm.”

You weakly nodded and he started thrusting into you again. His hips slamming against your ass over and over and you started hearing the slick sounds of his cock entering you over and over again. 

“Fuck baby, hear that? So fucking wet for me, so fucking messy I love it.”

He reaches down and pulls one of your legs up hitting deeper and hitting your g-spot making your mind go numb in pleasure. Your eyes roll and your jaw goes slack and he pounds into your spot over and over again.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside you. M’gonna fill that pussy up baby, give you a nice creampie.”

You loll your head back to his shoulder, your moans filling his ears. He turns his head to you placing sloppy kisses on your cheeks and mouth. You clenched around him again signaling your third orgasm and Dabi brought his hand down to your clit again.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up so good.”

A loud moan left your lips as you came around him. A few more thrusts and his hips were stuttering.

“I’m gonna cum baby, gonna cum so deep inside you. Gonna cum so hard fuck.”

He slammed into you twice more before you felt him cum inside of you, a moan leaving your lips as he groaned your name. He put your leg down and allowed the both of you to catch your breath before pulling out of you, a hiss leaving his mouth. 

“Let’s lay down baby.”

You nodded dumbly as he helped you to the bed, covering you with the blanket. He placed a kiss on the crown of your head then turned to grab a towel for you until you grabbed his arm. 

“Yes birthday girl?”

“Wanna cuddle.”

“But the towel.”

“Cuddle with me please.”

He smiled at how cute you were and joined you in bed holding you close to his chest peppering kisses on your head.

“I love you baby, happy birthday.”

“Love you too Dabi.”

[hardskz]

bow down.

pairing — bang chan x genderneutral! reader

genre — modern royalty au, drama-ish, smut; sexual tension-ish, hand kink, brat tamer! chan, degradation, leg humping, humiliation

synopsis — you have eyes. prince bang chan is a whole snack. but you also have too high of an ego and can’t seem to accept that prince chan isn’t full of himself unlike the other dozen members of any royal family you’ve met before. alternatively, this is the disney channel movie ‘princess protection program’ but make it porn only.

note — this fic with a wc of 7k+ does not include any spoilers to the movie and you don’t even have to know what the movie is about you’ll get the gist as you read. ngl half of this is from one of my drafts from like 3 years ago and i never continued it so here i am turning it into filth hahahah (and i needed a fresh idea for brat tamer chan and hence why i think the sfw part is better written than the nsfw lmao) rip also pls accept this as the follower milestone gift and 1 year anniversary special :’)

“I’m pretty sure I asked for a puppy for my birthday — which was three months ago may I add — not for a new roommate?”

You look back and forth between Youngjae and the stranger sitting on the couch who is staring back at you with a curious expression. He looks around your age and you admit, his face isn’t the kind of face that makes you thank your parents that genetics did a decent job on you. It’s quite the opposite, actually.

His face is the type of face that makes you ask your parents why genetics didn’t do a better job on yours. Okay, you haven’t reached that stage of visual inferiority yet but that’s mainly because he is dressed in clothes that were trendy in the 15th century or something. The garments clinging to his skin look like a bad fusion of a suit (which college student wears a suit in their free time?) and the ridiculous costume the marching band at your former high school had worn whenever a football game was up. And those weird golden pins clipped on the blazer makes it seem as if he used to be in the marines or comes from a royal bloodline or—

Oh. 

“Don’t mind my cousin, your Highness. (y/n)’s humor has always been questionable.”  Youngjae sends you a glare before he puts on his sweetest smile — you know, the act he puts on whenever he tries to negotiate a bonus with his boss or woo his date — and opts to ignore your presence. “Anyway, since we are dealing with a more serious issue at hand than originally expected, we need to give you a makeover to—“

Before he gets to finish his sentence, you violently tug him away from the prince and despite Youngjae thrashing around and complaining, you manage to send the guest a forced smile and leave his vision. The moment you let go of Youngjae in the neighboring room, he readjusts his collar. “What? Couldn’t you have waited once I was done? Also, was it necessary to crinkle my collar this much?” he hisses but you get straight to the point.

“What is he doing here?”

“Uh, sitting on the couch?”

“That’s not what I mean.” you grit your teeth and land a punch on his arm. “What is he doing here?”

Youngjae looks over your shoulder, making sure that what he’s about to say next is only heard by you. “Prince Chan is,” he hesitates, unsure how to approach his topic. You know it’s taking up his last nerves to conclude a logical explanation as the tip of his tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips; a habit he has adapted ever since he stopped chewing on his bottom lip. “The predicament he’s in is worse than we expected. Well, his dad is partially at fault because he forgot to tell us this not-so-small critical detail that—“

“Youngjae, you’re rambling.”

“The point is.” he sighs and gives you a distressed look as if he already knows you’re not going to like the information at all. “We can’t send him to the family in Goyang, the place he was originally going to stay in. He’s one of the more extreme cases and the Board agreed that he had to live with one of the active combatants to ensure his safety.”

Silence engulfs the kitchen and you know he’s waiting for you to count two and two together.

“He’s going to live here,” you deadpan eventually and Youngjae nods in confirmation.

“I know you’re not very happy—“

“Not very happy is underwhelming.” You earn a flick against your forehead and yelp in pain as you over the spot he just hit. “Ow! I was just stating the truth!”

“Will you stop interrupting me? Geez. Yes, I know that you’re not happy at all. I know that you’re not a huge fan of the majority of our family working in this business. But please do me this one favor or so help me God— try to be nice to him for the next year.”

“He’s staying for a year?” you shriek and in the blink of an eye, Youngjae clamps your mouth shut.

“Can you keep it down?!” he whisper-yells, then retreats his hand and reverts to a conversational tone with a frown. “It’s just a year, okay? Y’know, just... say hi to him whenever you see him. Act civilized.”

You grimace as he stresses his last words like you didn’t know what human decency was. The longer you keep the petrified expression on your face, the more it turns into a staring contest between the two of you. Just as if you were each other’s reflection, you mimic his actions and vice versa. When Youngjae squints, you squint. When you shoot him a glare, he returns it. It all boils down to the final blink that Youngjae feints and you’re the first to look away.

“Okay fine! I’ll try to behave,” you mumble in defeat.

A satisfied smile makes its way on Youngjae’s lips. “It’s always nice negotiating with you.”

Being born into a family where the majority works for the royalty protection program (short: RPP or as you like to stylize it: argh-pee-pee), also known as the secret service for people with crowns on their heads, comes with many perks. In your eyes, this privilege comes with many, many downsides that aren’t worth the advantages. Sure, there is the one or other occasion where you can waltz around in fancy evening attire and attend an actual ball, but overall, it’s a pain in the ass.

Even though it’s prohibited to openly declare that you work for the RPP, the news always finds its way out. Usually, it takes approximately a week for pretty much half of the neighborhood to find out. And it certainly isn’t nice hearing whispers about your dad being that guy working for the program whenever you step out of your house, which is ultimately why you moved in with your cousin Youngjae. (Housing in your small town wasn’t really affordable for a dirt poor college student after all!)

Youngjae has always been your favorite cousin out of the... whatever number of cousins you have. But here’s the thing. He also works for the RPP.

However, somehow he managed to — and up to this day it still remains a mystery to you how on earth he did that — keep his job a secret. Especially with his tendency to dish out the worst kinds of secrets when he’s slightly tipsy. Frankly, you once considered printing out the image of a trophy for that remarkable feat.

With your dad and cousin both active in that business (because organization sounds too shady), it’s not the first time you meet a prince, so you already know how the entire thing works. The concept is quite simple; they get sent to a household but before they settle in and take on a fake identity until their circumstances have improved, they undergo a makeover. Most of the time, it ends up in the glow up you secretly crave but in Prince Chan’s case, you suppose he can’t get any more attractive.

Oh boy. You’re in for a ride.

You’re busy slicing bell peppers for the meal you were cooking when both your cousin and the prince enter the kitchen and Youngjae explicitly demands you to pay them attention. You don’t react immediately, but the moment he threatens to swipe the knife away from you, you perk up and set your desire to prepare your fried rice aside.

“(y/n), uh, hi? I’m Bang Chan and I’ll be your new housemate for a year. I hope we can get along.” Chan recites his introduction without any mistakes and earns a way too brotherly pat on the back from Youngjae, considering that they just met this morning. It’s truly amazing how fast Youngjae can get people to warm up to him. 

Chan is stripped out of his weird clothes and instead, looks like he threw on the next best thing lying around in his room. Nonetheless, despite the seemingly little effort that was put into the outfit, it looks oddly good. The stylists didn’t seem to do much to his hair and just parted his bangs a little, so one could catch a slight glimpse of his forehead. It’s just a small detail, but you find yourself liking his current appearance much more appealing than before, though you’re pretty sure his clothes played a major part in your previous distaste. 

“Remember Jihyo?” Youngjae interrupts your train of thought. “She’s Chan’s relative. And because I’m the genuine friend who loves to help her out, I decided to agree to this after she went down on her knees and begged me to let Chan live with us for a while—“

“I’m not interested in your blown up, fictional background stories, thank you very much.” you backtrack. “Wait. Did you say Jihyo? Seriously? Jihyo is his alibi?” Of course, you remember Jihyo. It’s quite difficult to forget her when Youngjae used to swoon about her at every hour of the day, back when they were a thing. Besides, she still stops by every few months.

“C’mon, you have to admit there is a similar vibe between them!” 

You furrow your brows and inspect Chan a second time. Your gaze wanders back to Youngjae and then returns to Chan anew. It’s obvious that the latter is feeling as if he were up for auction and you can’t really blame him for feeling so uncomfortable. You’ve heard from a few friends that if looks could kill, you’d have the highest killing record. 

There’s no similar vibe in your view, but for the sake of entertaining Youngjae’s thoughts: “He does seem similar to Jihyo.”

“Told ya. But back to more important matters,” Youngjae coughs and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, but it somehow seems as if he’s opting to strangle you. “My duties are calling, so I won’t be back until late. You look like you could need some help with cooking, by the way. I’m sure Chan right here is willing to help you!”

“I’m almost done though—“ you choke when he tightens his embrace. By now, his arm is no longer hugging your shoulder, but rather crushing your throat.

“You look like you could need some help,” he repeats, this time with added urgency. “It’d be a great opportunity for you to bond since you’ll also share pretty much all classes at uni. Did you know, he has the same major as you! Besides, it’d be a very useful life experience for him if he helped you with cooking.”

“Of course, how fun!” you hiss, voice going an octave higher from the lack of oxygen. “I already said that I’m painfully delighted about that, so you can let me go now, Youngjae!”

A sneer and a jab in his arm later, Youngjae finally takes his leave. That nasty liar, leaving an hour earlier than his schedule stated. You know that silently cursing at him isn’t going to make your problems dissolve because that’d be a dream come true.

“Listen, let me get things straight.” you sigh, picking up the knife to resume chopping your vegetables. Youngjae may have ordered you to act civilized, but having eye contact with Chan when you’ve been starving for the past hour isn’t your priority. Food doesn’t make itself. “I don’t have any intention of getting close to you and I expect the same from you. Don’t step a foot into my room, don’t talk to me unless absolutely necessary, and don’t think I’ll run around and do your chores or cook your meals like one of your little servants. Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean you’ll be treated like one under this roof.”

“We live in the 21st century, not the renaissance. Your idea of royal families is very dated.” Chan chuckles dryly.

“Baron Yoon Jeonghan from the seven islands is a stuck-up prick and out of touch with the world. It took him several visits to the slums, multiple voluntary hours at the kindergarten, and stripping him off his bank card to make him see reason,” you deadpan. Fuck Baron Jeonghan. Just thinking about your first and last encounter with that entitled douchebag almost makes you slice your finger instead of the bell pepper. “Duchess Yoo Shiah threw a hissy fit when she found out her clothes weren’t dry cleaned and bought from Zara instead of fucking Dior. The one who takes the cake when it comes to privilege is Princess Kim Min—”

“Everyone knows they are problematic,” Chan interjects. True, he has a point. There’s nobody out there who doesn’t know about Baron Jeonghan or Duchess Shiah but he’s also missing the entire point.

“And guess who gets stuck under the care of the RPP?” you raise a brow at him. He blanches at the realization as if he got struck with lightning. Perhaps you should give him more credit because he seems to own more brain cells than Baron Jeonghan. “Exactly. Everyone problematic.” 

Chan’s jaw is clenched as he racks his brain to come up with a smart comeback. The sight of him stumbling on his words is nothing but pitiful, so you turn back to the cutting board and grab an onion to slice in half. “I’m not interested in your sob story, your Highness. I don’t care why you’re under the protection of the RPP. The only thing I care about is that you stay out of my business.”

“Chan is fine. No need for the title,” he sighs with a strain. “Perhaps I should’ve been more considerate with my first comment. Youngjae already told me about your… negative attitude towards the entire setup. It wasn’t my intention to anger you. Sorry.”

Well, that’s new. Out of the dozens of aristocrats you’ve met (and sadly also shared a house with back when you were 16 years old and still living with your dad), he’s the first to drop his title within five minutes for the sake of the disguise and apologize. 

“We live under the same roof so we should get along with each other. If there’s something you need help with, just ask me, (y/n).”

“Thanks for the offer,” you reply nonchalantly because act civilized unless you want to suffer from a late-night sneak attack from Youngjae if he finds out. “But no thanks. I don’t need your help.”

You find yourself in need of help a few weeks later, right before the dreaded exam season.

“No. Forget it, Bam. I’m not going out clubbing with you tonight. In fact, I won’t do that anytime soon.” you let out an exasperated sigh as you try to break down to your friend that you prioritize your grades over his need of getting wasted.

“C’mon!” he whines so loudly that you have to put your phone farther away from your ear. “You’re not in that much stress yet! You have to make the most out of it before you drown in your exams.”

“Things are different for engineering students like, uh, me for example!” you hiss. “I fell behind and need to catch up. Ask Yugyeom or Changbin.”

“First of all, Yugyeom is always at the bar doing his job. And Changbin never picks up his phone. There’s nobody who’d dance with me!”

“You abandoned me at the bar for some chick the last time,” you deadpan. “I’m very sure you’ll find someone.”

Bambam finally gets the gist and gives up. “Fine then. Your loss. Have fun dying in numbers and variables instead of living in the moment. You’re going to regret it—”

You end the call and set your phone on mute before throwing it on the bed. Sometimes you wonder whether you were on drugs when you decided to major in engineering. The longer you stare at the jumble of numbers and letters — some of them in Greek too — the more you think your brain cells are decaying.

That’s how you find yourself in the kitchen, complaining at Youngjae’s expense and telling him how much you’d rather drown in bleach than subjecting yourself to Algebra II. 

“You know there’s someone you can ask for help and he’s right here,” Youngjae drawls before chugging down the rest of his beer. If he’s going to be a victim to your temper tantrum about a major that you chose yourself, he might as well get a drink so he won’t go insane from your monologue about numbers and graphs and formulas he’s forgotten since he graduated from high school.

You gawk at him. “You? Are you hearing yourself? You almost failed maths. Twice!”

“Because I didn’t mean myself, dipshit,” he says blankly and his eyes flit over your shoulder, “Speaking of the devil. There comes the man of honor.”

You whip your head back to the door to see Chan enter confusedly. “Uh, did I interrupt something?”

“Yes.”

“No, we were just talking about you!”

You send Youngjae a death glare which he casually shrugs off. “(y/n) here is bitching about her Statistics I class and needs a tutor!”

“It’s actually Algebra II if you bothered to pay attention—”

“(y/n) needs a tutor!” Youngjae exclaims and nearly trips on his feet when he gets up from his chair. “Channie, I heard you’re good with numbers. Didn’t you get accepted into all Ivy Leagues in the States for all engineering programs?”

“You didn’t have to word it like that,” Chan laughs it off and nervously rubs the back of his head. He’s not denying it though.

“Obviously he would. He’s loaded and lives in a castle,” you mutter under your breath, but everyone catches it.

“Hey,” Youngjae warns. “That wasn’t necessary.”

“It’s alright,” Chan says casually. “I just wanted to get myself a snack. But if you have some questions, don’t hesitate to knock on my door. The offer still stands, y’know.” He digs through the cabinet until he finds two packs of the strawberry flavored Pocky knockoff that is 1) apparently his favorite thing to eat and 2) half the price of the Pocky version. He gives Youngjae a thumbs up before he returns to his room.

The moment Chan is out of sight, Youngjae whips his head to you, nostrils flaring. All that’s missing is steam coming out of his ears and his face running red and then he looks like the impetuous brother in every kids cartoon ever. “Really? He’s been staying with us for how long now? Four weeks? Five? Yet you’re still acting as if he murdered you in your dreams or something.”

“I don’t like him,” you state coldly. Youngjae looks like he’s about to rip his hair out.

“Look, I get that you don’t like me being active in this field of work, and I get that you have some hatred against the royal families. But you know you signed up for this when you decided to move in with me.” Youngjae pauses to get a breather and pop a new beer bottle open. “Besides, Chan isn’t like Baron Jeonghan or Duchess Shiah. I have eyes, (y/n), and I’ve seen you two avoiding each other as much as possible. And he doesn’t just laze around — he does the fucking chores and cooks dinner too! Chan is good, (y/n).”

The last words make you snap. “Good? Are you fucking serious? Because that’s why the press in his kingdom is depicting him as a tyrant who cares more about building his sick harem instead of helping the poor. And wasn’t he diagnosed for having anger management issues?!”

All the color leaves Youngjae’s face. This is obviously something you shouldn’t know. While he’s scrambling for words, you take the chance to add, “Dunno why you’re protecting him when he’s making headlines as a prince who can’t keep his dick in his pants.”

“Chan isn’t just a prince,” Youngjae says quietly. “He’s the crown prince.”

Your eyes widen at the confession. “What? Isn’t that even worse with that reputation he has?”

“It’s all propaganda,” he sighs and takes a swig, “The ministers are doing everything they can to finish him off. You see, Chan is the only child of the current king of the seven islands, and if he’s wiped out, it’ll be utter chaos. Chan’s smart and I admit, he used to have anger issues, but he’s worked on them. Though I guess he’s resorted to bottling up his feelings when push comes to pull. The point is, all the higher-ups don’t want him as their future king because they know that Chan is very much capable of pulling through with his own ideas and that doesn’t sit well with them. And a supposedly impulsive future king is the last thing anyone wants, hence why his people are eating up the news.”

“Oh.” you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. However, it’s not the first time you’ve heard such stories. 

“Yeah. Oh,” Youngjae mocks, “If that’s the main reason why you don’t want to talk to him, now you know better. He might have power, but he’s not a monster. And for the record, he got into all Ivy Leagues and elite schools all over the world through his intelligence, not his status.”

Although you can see it in his eyes that Youngjae is done with the heated discussion, he’s still waiting for you to say something. You frown. “So… you think he’s a good tutor?”

“He’s your only shot.” Youngjae says nonchalantly, then adds with a warning tone, “But remember: Act.��Civilized. Oh, and don’t tell him I told you about his circumstances. It’s supposed to be confidential information.”

You roll your eyes. How the fuck hasn’t Youngjae been busted yet?

Nonetheless, you’re trudging to Chan’s door a few minutes later, your fat binder of incomprehensible math formulas and (Greek) letter heavy in your arm. Chan opens the door with surprise etched on his face after you knocked, but it settles to warmth when you begrudgingly ask him to help you understand Algebra II. 

“Sorry, it’s a little messy here,” he chuckles airily once he lets you in. It’s not messy per se, just a few clothes piled up in a corner of the room and some books and messily written notes lying on his bed. Still, it’s by far cleaner than the pig stall that is Youngjae’s room (and yours when you’re having a very bad day).

Chan clears his desk and drags his other chair to the table before plopping down on it. “So, what’s the problem?” Instead of answering, you just shove a sheet of paper up his face. “Y’know, you can talk to me. If this is about earlier, it’s really alright. I’m not mad or anything,” he says with the same friendly tone you’ve been hearing ever since he moved in, yet he still takes the sheet from you. You watch his brows scrunch together the more he reads on, and you can already see the question forming in his mind.

“(y/n), you do know this is the basis to understand—”

“I was absent when the professor covered it and everyone I asked couldn’t quite explain it to me,” you respond before he can finish speaking out his thoughts. “All my friends were like—” you gesture with your hands, “—you just do this and that and then hope your hunch is right. Before you say it, yes I know that I don’t get the material of one entire unit and the exam is two weeks away.”

“Then let’s not waste any time,” Chan says before grabbing his iPad. You stare at him blankly as he writes something on his tablet. The last thing you expected from him was to accept it and try to hammer as much of missing information as he can into your brain, but then again, you’ve never seen him backtrack whenever Youngjae asks him something. Speaking of Youngjae, perhaps he is right. Chan does seem to know what he’s talking about.

“You have to subtract X first, then replace it with Y,” he explains as he circles said letters in different colors. By now, you’ve leaned closer to him to get a better view on what he’s writing (his handwriting isn’t the worst you’ve ever had to decode; refer to Youngjae who you’ve internally awarded with the worst handwriting of the decade). 

Chan is exceptionally good at explaining. You feel like you’ve figured out a secret of the world that not even Pythagoras found out as you slowly understand what on Earth you are supposed to calculate with the formula. Chan is patient, always asking if you got it or if you needed another clarification, and takes the time to draw colorful graphs to visualize the jumble of numbers. His voice is pleasing to the ear too, soft and gentle to the point where you’ve blurred everything out except Chan. Chan’s voice. Chan’s hand.

You didn’t mean to stare, but with him always adding something new every five seconds as he goes on with his monologue, you can’t help but do so. His fingers aren’t long — that’ll always be courtesy of Hyunjin from Subway and yes, his very pretty hands might be the sole reason you only insist on going to that one specific Subway at the intersection next to KFC — but just one glance at Chan’s hand and you know that he’s strong. 

He’s barely applying pressure to the pen, but you can see the veins slightly protruding. Chan’s sleeves are pushed back and if you move your head a bit, you’re more than certain that veins are bulging out from his forearms too. However, you don’t muster up the courage to do that because Chan will definitely notice and the last thing you want on your platter is to tell him that you were too busy checking out his arms instead of listening to him talk about Algebra II.

Eventually, Chan sets the pen down to stretch his hand. He says something, but you don’t pick up what exactly. Not that it’d matter much anyway since you’re too busy admiring his hand—

“(y/n), you there? I called out your name several times but you didn’t react.” Chan’s breath hitches and surprise flashes in his eyes for a split second when his gaze meets yours. You don’t understand his hesitation, but then horror bubbles in you once you realize that his hand is firmly gripping your chin and keeping your head pointed at his direction. The very same hand you’ve been staring at for God knows how long. 

“I’m good. Just a little tired, but I’m good,” you stutter, though it comes out very breathlessly as if you just finished a marathon.

“Tired?” Chan echoes, concern settling into his features. “You should’ve said so, then I would’ve stopped talking. You need something?”

Now that you think about it, you’ve never got a close look at Chan. Sure, he’s handsome, the countless pictures of Google prove that he’s also too photogenic for his own good (goddamnit, why didn’t your parents make you just as photogenic?) but in person, he’s something else. His lips are plush and look very inviting to kiss, and the lower your eyes wander, the more you see a toned chest hidden underneath that damn shit that hugs him in all the right places.

Fine, his hands aren’t the only attractive thing about him. Then again, he’s a prince.

“I said I’m good.” you snap out of your thoughts and finally gather enough control over your nerves to tear his hand away. “And I caught everything you said.” Of course, you know that’s a blatant lie and he knows so too from the way he’s looking at you. That is until he quirks a brow.

“Okay, then what did I say before I called you?”

Your mouth feels dry. It’s almost as if he knew the reason for your distress. “I caught everything relevant to this,” you mutter, suddenly finding his curtains much more interesting. What an interesting design, maybe you should get yourself new curtains too—

“Then you wouldn’t mind solving these questions, right? Just so I can make sure that you got everything down.”

“Sure,” you reply because that’s the only thing you could say without hurting your ego and straining your vocal cords. Chan doesn’t comment any further and looks for some practice questions before sliding the iPad to you. Already the first question makes your head spin in disdain. Numbers? Variables? Never heard of them.

Chan is watching you like a hawk as you fiddle with the pen, unable to write down anything that makes remote sense. Feeling his eyes on you makes you feel helpless and you shift around in your seat. “What are you staring at?” you glare at him once you give up for good, and you just hope that your look is as intimidating as you pictured in your head.

“You’re definitely exhausted. You’re shaking,” Chan points out. Your eyes widen as you stare down and realize that your thighs are shaking, and it’s then and there when you realize that you’re feeling hot. Seems like Chan doesn’t realize that because the worry written on his face is genuine. “You say the exam’s in two weeks right? We can stop for today and work on this tomorrow. That is if you still want my help.”

You nod and add in a tiny voice, “Yes, please.”

You’re too busy ignoring the heat building between your thighs to notice the borderline feral sound that leaves Chan.

“And here I thought you had quality bonding time.” Youngjae gives a disappointed look. “You’re acting even colder towards him than before your exam meltdown. Your prick level can only stoop down so low.”

You ended up getting tutor lessons from Chan every day before the dreaded day of judgment: the exam in Algebra II. You spent more hours in his room than on your own if you were completely honest, and the results were fruitful. While you did manage to pass the exam with a fairly high score, the price you had to pay was hell.

It’s almost as if Chan caught up on your hand fixation. Sometimes he twirled the pen in his fingers, sometimes it was the simple bracelet dangling on his wrist. Just when you thought he had you figured out, he asks you if you’re alright, visibly oblivious to his effect on you. Such duality in a person should be illegal, you conclude. If you die from whiplash, you know who the perpetrator is.

“You were the one who pretty much pressured me into asking him for help,” you drawl.

“I had good intentions only! You can’t keep up the I-hate-royal-families-blah-blah mentality the entire time!” Youngjae wails before stuffing a handful of chips in his mouth.

“Watch me.” You internally cringe at the loud crunching sounds he’s making and add vigorously, “And stop chewing so loudly.”

“You’ll get around or so help me God—” he groans when his phone buzzes. He doesn’t spare a glance at the caller ID because there’s only one person who has set his ringtone to the baby shark song specifically for when he’s calling. “I gotta go, Jinyoung’s being a bitch again. Don’t murder somebody. Thanks.” You only watch him shuffle for his bag and grab a handful of chips before he’s out the door. Groaning, you clean up the mess he’s made on the table. 

Just as you’re done wiping the crumbs off the surface, Chan pads into the room. 

“Hey, can we talk?”

“I established right at the beginning that you should only talk to me when absolutely necessary.” you scowl, trying to walk past him.

“Well, this is important,” he urges and blocks the doorway, effectively stopping you from fleeing. “And I do deserve one conversation with you after I helped you out.”

“You offered on your own. That’s not the same as asking for a favor.” You successfully push your way past him, but in the next moment, he spins you around and pins you against the wall. 

“We’re going to talk, whether you like it or not.” The sudden coldness of his tone has shivers running down your spine. Chan holds your wrist in an iron grip and if he clutched on any tighter, you wouldn’t put it past him to break your bones. Out of options, you comply and give him a curt nod before he lets go and takes a step back. 

“I don’t understand you, (y/n). I genuinely thought you would put your prejudices aside but instead, all I get are mixed signals from you.”

It’s your turn to gawk. “Me? Mixed signals? What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about how you keep looking at me as if you want me to fuck your brains out.” If the color hasn’t drained from your face yet, it has now. Chan smiles wickedly at your horrified reaction but doesn’t stop there. “I’m talking about how you talk like you don’t want anything to do with me but act as if you’re begging for my attention.” He takes a step closer to you, and you wish you could morph with the wall. “I’m talking about how you keep staring at my hands and think I don’t notice it.” You wince when he rests his hands against the wall on each side of your face, leaning closer so that you can feel his breath on your lips. “So, you have a thing for my hands?” Bullseye.

“You’re so full of yourself. No wonder your ministers want to get rid of you,” you snap because you’d rather suffer from food poisoning than admitting that you want Chan’s fingers in you.

Something shifts within Chan. He gapes at you, clearly not expecting you to even know about the ministers. His demeanor darkens in a blink of an eye, and you feel like your legs are about to give up on you when you meet his eyes, black and feral.

“You’re playing with fire. Don’t anger me,” he warns, voice low and rough.

“So it’s true that you resorted to bottling up your feelings, your Highness?” you cock your head to the side. Chan clenches his jaw at the mention of his title, struggling to keep his anger in check. You laugh through your nose, then grab one of his hands and force it away from the wall. If he already knows that you’re thirsting after him, might as well go for it. “It’s funny how your ministers aren’t able to string you around like a puppet yet here you are, unable to do anything against a commoner. You know you have nice hands and you know my weakness and yet, you’re not using them on me.” He gulps when you fumble with his fingers. 

And then he understands.

“Unless I misread the situation,” he says darkly, though you distinguish the slight tremor his voice carries. “Do you really want this? I’m not going to go easy on you.” Chan is dead serious, judging by the way he’s looking at you expectantly. 

“The safe word is petunia.” You don’t take your eyes off him and add in a louder tone, “Now try me, do your worst.”

“You’re going to regret wanting me at my worst,” Chan growls and before you know it, he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is anything but sweet, more of a clash of teeth and tongues and saliva dribbling down your chins, yet it leaves you boiling hot and wobbly on your feet. He presses you up against the wall and forces his leg between yours, the sudden contact making you hunch forward. You moan against his mouth when he tugs harshly on your hair, the sting making your nerves go haywire. In the meantime, your hands roam his upper body, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as you try to buck your hips against his leg. While he doesn’t budge, you manage to elicit a groan out of him.

When you pull away, you’re both gasping for air. Chan’s hair is disheveled from the way you’ve been pulling on them, lips pink and glossy. One look in his eyes is enough to make your heart stop beating. They’re dark and animalistic and set ablaze with unfiltered lust. You’re such in a daze from a simple kiss that you nearly stumble when Chan drags you to his room.

He manhandles you on his bed with ease before his lips latch on yours once more. You nearly sob when he rids you off your pants, putting pressure in all the right places to have you losing your mind. As you’re about to gain back some dominance in the kiss, he breaks it off. His fingers that were once ghosting over your underwear are now tracing patterns all over the material, making you spasm. “You’re such a brat, all bark but no bite. All it takes is one kiss and you’ve lost all your fight. Can you get any more pathetic?” he mocks as he focuses his fingertips directly on the wet patch of your underwear. Your eyes roll back as he rubs on the same spot, the broken moans leaving you eerily similar to cries. “Don’t tell me you’re about to come like this. How sensitive are you?”

“Am n-not—” you cut yourself off with a whimper when he lets the waistband snap against your skin.

“Yeah, you sure about that?” he grins and that’s when you break, feeling your high approaching at lightning speed. 

“Don’t wanna come like this—” 

“But I thought you’re not sensitive?” the satisfied grin just widens with every syllable that leaves his lips. “If you don’t want to come like this, all over your underwear, beg.” 

Chan applies even more force to your sensitive spots, and you struggle to have a clear thought. The smirk he delivers is lethal, and you couldn’t be any more convinced that he’s the devil’s incarnate.

“I’ll do anything, please. Don’t let me come like this, that’s all I’m a-aah-asking for,” you weep, your blood nearly boiling at its climax, “I’ll even take a punishment!”

“Say my name,” he orders, fingers still drawing circles.

“Your—”

“My name, not my title.”

Your breath hitches as you finally realize what he’s aiming for. He wants you to remember that it’s him who’s reducing you into this illiterate mess. Him, the one you’ve been despising since before you even met. If you still had any ounce of dignity left, you’d try to fix the power imbalance until you’re left with no choice but to obey, but now you’re so close and the last thing you want to do is come with your pants on.

“Please, Chan,” your voice breaks towards the end and in an instant, he pulls away. As you’re letting you’re basking in the break from his brutal tempo, not too affected by how your upcoming orgasm is fading away, Chan observes you.

And then out of nowhere, he flips you on your stomach and delivers a hard smack to your ass that has you screaming into the pillows.

“You said you’d take any punishment too, right?” You twitch as he rubs the small of your back. You can already imagine the handprints on your ass he continued to slap you with such force that has you moving up the bed. The pain that’s going to haunt you for days. Before you know it, you try to arch your back to lift your ass, but then the bed shifts. “But if you really think I’m going to spank you as a punishment, then you’re really fucking dumb. As if I’ll use my hands on you when we both know you love my hands.”

With that, he drops himself on his chair, spreading his legs that you can see the prominent tent forming in his pants. He orders you over with a flick of his finger, and just as you get up from the bed, a new wave of horror flushes over you.

“Crawl.”

The look you send him is priceless. There’s no fucking way you can do it. It’s just a few meters, nothing you can’t handle, but he’s there sitting on his Ikea swivel chair as if it’s his throne made of gold, watching your every movement like a predator. And then there’s you, only in a shirt and underwear, being forced to go on all fours as if you were his fucking dog—

The difference in power display couldn’t get any more visible. He really is the fucking worst.

“You’d really do anything, huh…” he muses as you drop on your hands and knees and crawl to him, never looking up. It’s only when he beckons you to stand up that you look at him with nothing but rage and shame in your eyes. Chan has always been slightly terrified with your death stare but right now, he can’t take it seriously and it shows. It shows in the way he smiles lopsidedly, in the way his brows quirk in amusement. “Now hump my leg.”

Humiliation runs through your body all over. Your fists are clenched as he waits for you to act, even pats his thigh in case you didn’t get the memo. But oh you do, and his thigh does look inviting.

“Hump my leg like the brainless bitch you are. If you want my hands or my cock, you earn it first. Especially since you treated me like shit ever since I moved in.” The last sentence burns you badly because he has a point. But then there’s the prospect of his hands and dick that’s bulging out of his pants. 

Pushing all thoughts away, you settle on his leg. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you tell yourself it’s all good and then you move. The first thrust knocks all air out of your lungs and you grab onto his shoulders for support. You didn’t even move that much, but Chan’s looking at you as if he’s about to fucking devour you and knowing that he is very much capable of moving you around, you’re starting to become overwhelmed.

Eventually, you lose yourself in the feeling of his rough jeans against your drenched underwear, humping on his thigh as your orgasm builds up. It’s silent, save for your pants, and the countless whimpers flying past your lips as your movements gradually become sloppier. You’re almost there and you know it. But so does Chan, and the moment he’s got it figured out, he lunges from your hips and forces you to pick up the pace. 

“Oh no, you’re going to come,” he growls, ignoring your pleas and sobs. Adrenaline courses in your blood and you know it isn’t long until you fall apart. You try to make him stop, even put your hands on his, but you don’t have the energy to actively push him away.

“Chan, please— I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna come? Then fucking come on my thigh, (y/n),” he snaps, and then adds, “You hear that? You’re about to come from humping my thigh.”

Maybe it’s the realization that he’s right, maybe it’s the way he’s worded it. Either way, it’s the last straw to make you spasm as you come, soaking your underwear and even managing to make a mess out of his pants. Chan makes sure you ride through your orgasm, only stopping to move your hips once you’re all spent and resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes are glassy, vision foggy, but the only thing you can envision clearly is Chan.

Chan jolts when your hand grazes over his bulge. You’re about to undo his pants, but he’s quick to stop you and restrict your hands behind your back.

“You think you deserve my cock? Dream on. As if I would fuck any commoner, especially those who don’t respect me,” he spits, and you flinch at his choice of words, clearly recalling that you used the exact same terms and he’s now using it against you. “You said you’d take any punishment. Well, guess what? This was just punishment number one.”

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 159: Wednesday June 8, 2022 - “This is 11 months”

Our 11 month old cruised through these last 30 days with ease despite some very big life moments including having Covid-19, getting baptized in the Colorado River, after his first 3 nights in a tent.  He reached that point where we have to start strapping him into the high chair, and watching to make sure he isn’t in looking for a red pepper before closing the fridge.  He got to spend some good time with cousins, friends, and visitors from afar, but his best friend, by far is his puppies, especially Huckleberry who loves every opportunity to nap next to his human.  He enjoyed the Stanley Cup playoffs this month, and eventually got used to sudden bursts of excitement in the Blue Room where he got goal treats along with the dogs, as long he wasn’t sleeping.  He still co-sleeps with us in the big bed, and takes two naps a day (mid morning and mid afternoon).  At current, he has 5 teeth going into his first birthday, his favorite word is “bow-wow,” loves all music, his favorite food is blueberry (Pirate Booty being a close second), though he prefers Mama over anything else - those two are inseparable, mostly I think because AC loves his sweet smile and babble, and he loves the milk.  Potty training continues along on the big potty, catching several poops in the toilet this month - Grandma Acton would be proud as we continue on our goal of having him trained before he can talk.  This past month we celebrated Mothers Day and Mama’s birthday and we’ve been telling him that soon he’ll turn 1 and get to taste cake for the first time.  That will be special for all of us, reaching that big 1 year milestone and starting to measure his growth in years instead of months from here on out.   I hope that everything that made him such a happy smiley baby in his first year continues to make him happy in his second year.

This was 10 months This was 9 months This was 8 months This was 7 months This was 6 months This was 5 months

Song: Renee & Jeremy - 59th Street Bridge Song ( Feelin Groovy)

Quote: “Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.” ― Ally Condie