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apprenticestanheight · 1 year ago

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Work Stress- Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

ALLLLLLL RIGHT, welcome to the monthly "my mental health is shit" fic that I bestow upon the people whenever my mental health isn't as great as it could be, which--in fairness--is nearly all the fucking time.

Two of these might be coming out this month, though! I have not had the greatest streak of days without anxiety lately and I write fics whenever it gets really bad. The day I finished this one, I was like "I am going to write something. for chainshipping (again)" so a chainshipping fic will probably be out by the end of the week

On some other notes, A: while it's not explicitly stated, the reader is what's traditionally considered midsized as that's what I am and I wanted to write a fic with my body type. As per usual with me, the reader is generally gn but as I know the anatomy best, they're AFAB. B: requests are starting to get looked at! I have one waiting to be finished, edited and posted sitting in my drafts but otherwise will have probably looked through and decided which requests I will do vs which ones I won't by the time this has been posted. Things will probably start coming out at the end of this week and keep coming out into next.

Fic type- this jumps into a lot of differing areas, but the main genres are quite possibly the oddest combination I've ever written--smut and angst.

Warnings- as this fic contains smut it caters to an audience of people 18+, so minors, DO NOT INTERACT. There is A LOT here--p in v, oral (both recieve, even if on Adams end the oral is only mentioned), doggy style, fingering, petplay kind of (I was trying to think of a gender neutral petname and puppy was the only thing my brain could think of at first. It's literally just used as a petname and gets overshadowed by 'baby' after a point bc I remembered that that word existed--I wrote a lot of this while tired, pls take some of the stuff in it with a grain of salt), as for sfw warnings: there's a mention of loss of appetite in relation to extreme stress

It's no secret to Adam that you've been having a very, very rough year.

You've been living together since just a couple weeks after he'd escaped the trap--he was taken from his apartment and found it too anxiety inducing to stay there so you let him move into yours.

You'd been dating since you were twenty one and at twenty six, moving in was bound to happen eventually, but getting out of his lease was taking a hell of a lot more time than Adam had originally anticipated.

He noticed every rough day in the bags that you'd begun to sport underneath your eyes, how late you came to bed and your reluctancy to be very affectionate with him--whenever things got bad, be it at work or with stuff going on in your head, you withdrew and pushed him away--and in the fact that you weren't eating as much, in that you always looked like your mind was somewhere else, wandering off completely.

So, one day near the middle of November--where he'd started to notice your bad days in very early March--he joins you in the kitchen while you speak to one of your bosses via phone call.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, grabs your hand, gives it a squeeze. He wants to cheer you up--you're prone to bad days due to insecurity and because of a long-standing not so great track record where your mental health is concerned--and, in that particular moment, finds himself willing to do anything.

You give your best go at grinning back at him, but it comes out looking like more of a grimace. You let Adams hand go to run a stressed hand through your hair, returning your hand to Adams and letting him interlace your fingers thereafter.

"Yes," you whisper. "I understand that things are always tough in the last quarter, but--" you sigh dejectedly as your boss cuts you off, and Adam presses another kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a minute.

"Yes, Earle--but you're not seeing the point here. I'm eligible for the raise because I've kept the teams afloat! The only reason you're not also eligible for the raise is because you took an eight month vacation with PTO that you quite literally stole from other employees, myself included, and just because Monica isn't willing to fire you over that doesn't mean your actions didn't warrant alternative punishments," you lean forward, press a kiss to Adams shoulder. Adams grin widens slightly as he notices that you're visibly relaxing from his touches.

A solid two minutes of shouting pass by on the other end. Adam gives your hand a supportive squeeze whenever Earles voice raises another octave in his shouting, pressing kisses against your temple when you let him pull you into a half hug. He keeps hold of your hand when the position changes, your torso pressing against the counter as Adam stands in front of you.

"Earle--I am eligible for the raise because you took six weeks of PTO from me, which I only get thanks to our companies union," You snap. "Now, because I had to spend so much time doing my fucking job, unlike you, I'm eligible for enough of a raise to make me capable of buying a home by '06, and if you're pissed off at me for that, I genuinely cannot help you any further. I have a boyfriend who I would much rather be talking to over your sorry arse, so I'm going to hang up now and if you call me back, I will ignore it. Have the day you deserve, asshat."

You hang up the phone and sigh, gaze meeting Adams in an instant.

"'M sorry," you whisper, biting your top lip for a few seconds as you look at him. "Work has been a fuckin' mess since like, the end of February. I just--damn it all."

"Eh, Earle sounds like a dickhead," Adam laughs. "How does one even get away with--eight full months? Of PTO? How?"

"Per the union agreement we have, we get six weeks a year," you start. "It's why I'm always off in December--I like staying home when it gets cold, gives me an excuse to read and drink more tea than I should--but we've moved to digitizing off time recently. Took the six weeks I'd planned to pace between the end of this month and all of next and switched them up for himself. Did that with five other employees and still, Monica doesn't fire him. Just makes me eligible for a raise of fifteen dollars on company dime because the off time I lost out on forced me to do more while I was there. Our company has one hundred and eighty-six employees in the Jersey branch and a bunch of 'em like taking spaces in the last six months of the year off, so it was me managing two teams of eighty people. Not easy work at all."

Adam blinks. "Did Monica even offer to give you the PTO back?"

"She gave me hers," you shrug. "Earle can have a lot of fuckin' fun managing one hundred and sixty people by himself. I'll find out if I get the raise tomorrow morning and my PTO will kick in then, too. He can eat shit as far as I'm concerned, I have a long list of books and two boxes of my favorite tea to drink my way through as of tomorrow."

You let Adam lead you into your shared bedroom, humming as you lay down on your bed and close your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Adam asks.

"Been a very, very stressful eight months," you laugh. "Trying to think of what I need and only one thing continually comes to mind."

"What's that?" You can hear the eagerness behind the teasing tone in Adams voice.

"I need--uh--" You laugh, suddenly feeling a little awkward. Propositioning Adam for sex was not typically done with words but kisses and your hands on his chest, relishing in the way that he looked when he lead you to your bedroom and fucked you senseless.

"Go on, baby," Adam whispers, his lips suddenly near your ear. "Gonna say it?"

You hum, suddenly embarrassed at yourself, and Adam laughs.

"Use your words, puppy," He whispers, pressing a kiss against your earlobe. "How am I supposed to know what you want me to do if you don't use your words?"

You moan helplessly in response.

"You really are cute," Adam says. "Tough while at work, one phone call later and now you're helpless that you can't even speak. Can't even say one word."

"Adam," you breathe, both because it's the one word that's coming to mind and also because you know he loves the way you say his name when all you want is for him to fuck you.

"Good puppy," Adam presses a kiss to your cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do, mm? I'll do whatever you want, but if you want me to fuck you, know that you'll be in bed for a long time once we go to sleep. You're going to come a lot tonight, puppy. You deserve it."

You moan in response. "Please," you whisper.

"You want me to fuck you, puppy?"

"Yeah," you nod. "Adam--I need you to. Don't wanna think anymore. In eight months, I've thought enough for eight lifetimes. Fuck me senseless, please."

"Whatever you want," Adam says, pulling you into a long kiss that has your head spinning.

You spend the next few minutes like that, in a kiss that's so intense, so loving and so fucking good that you wonder how you've been able to go so long being fine with quick kisses and self gratification.

The first kiss reminds you of how amazing it is to be kissed by Adam whenever the more dominant side of him comes out for a bit of fun, the way that his hands anchor themselves on your hips before one slides up your torso to cup your face, the sureness of his tongue in your mouth--everything feels amazing, and it's almost like it's too good to be true.

And then Adam pulls away for air and your eyes are opening and his lips are against your clothed shoulder, breathing in deeply with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry we've not been--well--" you start. Adam tilts your chin upward and presses a kiss on the underside of your jaw. "I've been a terrible--"

"I've missed this, sure," Adam says, pressing another kiss against the underside of your jaw. "Yeah. Of course I've missed it, Y/N, but I absolutely understand that you've been busy. Work has kept me busy, too, so I'm just glad we can have tonight. I've missed you so much and I just wanna make you forget about how shitty the past months have been. Wanna make sure the only word you remember how to stay is my name, and that's what I'm going to do tonight, puppy. Sounds good?"

You nod eagerly, which makes Adam laugh as the hand that's on your hip gives it a squeeze.

Your gaze becomes affixed to a random point on the ceiling as Adams kisses rove across the scope of your neck, one hand on your jaw to move your head whenever he wants better access.

After a point, you start to realize that his kisses are getting longer and not too long thereafter you realize that Adam is carefully laying hickeys over your neck and is taking his time with doing it.

You want to murmur a quip, do something to jab at the possessiveness hickeys usually carry, but right as you go to do so his lips and tongue find a home on the pulse point on the right side of your neck and all you can do is moan softly, one hand finding his hair.

"Adam," you whisper. "Fucking hell, Adam--you're going to drive me insane. Please don't stop."

You hear Adams laugh, slow, amused, a little sadistic. "Well, if I'm the one who drives you to insanity, I think that means I'm the one who has to pull you out of it, doesn't it, puppy?"

With the use of that one, silly nickname, you're reduced to what is basically a human shaped puddle, and Adam knows it. Whenever he calls you his puppy in a slightly dominant tone, your knees are at risk of giving out and the look you give him is tantamount to torture if he intends to tease you until you're begging.

"Mhm," you hum, moaning as Adams lips press in a peck against your pulse point. "Also means the same if you put me into subspace with all this foreplay, Adam."

Adam grins, and you let him tilt your chin so that your head turns to meet his gaze.

"Of course," he says. "I'm basically an aftercare god, despite the fact that Scott dunked on me for it while believing a cigarette afterwards is anything less than the bare minimum--I'll take good care of you once the session is done, puppy. I promise."

Your shoulders relax at the reassurance, and you grin as Adams lips press against your forehead.

You nod after a second. "Okay," you say. "I--thank you, for this. Pre-emptively."

Deep enough into subspace and you'll borderline on mute, only able to focus on how Adams ministrations feel. You have no doubt he intends to take you there tonight, so you feel the need to thank him before you slink that far in and have to wait for it to wear off to speak a coherent sentence to him again.

"We both need it, so it's my pleasure," Adam says, starting to undo the buttons of the black long sleeved button up you'd worn to work and had yet to take off that day. "And yours--it's both of us. I promise I'll start getting more dominant in a sec, these buttons hate me."

You laugh a little, helping him undo the rest of the buttons. "They're square. They hate everybody, me included. Getting this shirt on was a nightmare this morning and I've been reminded as to why I never wear the damn thing."

Adam uses the small of your back to guide you off the bed just enough to be able to completely take the shirt off, following it by the oddly quick--Adam is very, very good at undoing the pesky little hooks that hold bras together, oddly--removal of your bra.

His lips are on yours again, one hand on your bare hip while the other finds itself cupping your face, tongue gliding across your lip in asking for entrance which you grant as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

Kissing Adam in moments like that is always amazing--kissing him has been one of your favorite things since your romance started, even quick and chaste kisses that don't last more than a few seconds. Kissing Adam has never ceased to be an absolute delight, whether it led to sex or was used as an alternative form of "hello" "goodbye" "good night" or "good morning."

And then his lips start traversing down your neck once more, and then they go further.

Adam starts draping kiss after kiss across your torso, lips pressing against you in a way that allows his tongue to poke through his teeth as he kisses you with his mouth slightly open. Every single touch of his cold tongue against your warm skin makes you clench around nothing, quickens your heart rate and feels so impossibly delightful. Adam is kissing you in a way that damn near drives you insane, and you feel yourself sinking into how good his lips and tongue feel against you as he delivers praise between kisses.

"Such a good puppy for me, mm?" Adam murmurs when he's close to your belly button. "Taking all of this so well even though you probably just want me inside you already. Such a good cumdump for me, puppy. Perfect."

You hum in response, eyes drifting down to meet his gaze as he looks up at you. He smiles, briefly, before continuing with his kisses, letting himself spend a lot of time on your hips before his kisses rove across your stomach.

He kisses along your v-line slowly and in a way that makes you want to start begging, hands roving up from your hips to your biceps.

He glances at you for a second in the asking, waiting for you to nod. You do so and Adams hands move to your pants, taking them off along with your underwear before laughing at himself.

"I've got you here, lookin' fucking perfect," he says, kissing your bicep. "And yet I'm still clothed."

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and he lets you pull it off, kissing the side of your shoulder as he watches you toss it near the laundry hamper in the far left corner of the room. Next come his pants and his boxers, which Adam takes off in a manner that's somehow effortless despite his continued kisses to your biceps throughout the process.

"I forget how much I love your arms until I'm kissing your biceps again," Adam says, laughing a little. "Fuck, baby. Your arms are fucking gorgeous."

You hum, pressing your head into the pillow behind you as Adams kisses start up again and his hands start wandering. One settles against your face, cupping it softly, and the other goes wandering delightfully down your torso, not stopping until his fingers are millimeters above your clit.

He pauses, gaze meeting yours in a way that feels almost a little sadistic.

"Gonna make you come so many times tonight, baby," he says. "Safe word?"

"Hibiscus," you whisper. It's a precaution for when you get really kinky, a word you came up with but, five years into your relationship, have yet to actually use.

Adams lips press against the center of your collarbone, "good puppy," he whispers against the skin.

His fingers start making slow, tantalizing circles around your clit, and his kisses continue, roving down your torso and staying in the general area of your hips and stomach.

A few minutes pass you by, and right when Adam has picked up the speed and is bringing you to the edge of an orgasm, he stops.

When he notices the disappointment in the way your head falls back onto the pillow, he wastes no time in licking his fingers clean of the wetness spread across them.

"Didn't think I'd let you come so soon, did you, puppy?" Adam moves up, lips near your ear. "I did say I'd make you come multiple times tonight, but I said nothing of letting you do so without a little edging first. Gonna edge you until the sun goes down, at least, and then make you cum until at least one or two in the morning. Gonna call in sick tomorrow, too, so that I'm not worrying about waking up and going into work."

"How much more time until the sunset?" You ask. It's four--the sunset can't really be so far off, can it?

"An hour," Adam says. "But--to be fair, a lot more can be done in an hour than one might think. Also--eight hours between five and one am. Assuming that the session exhausts you, you'll probably wake up close to noon tomorrow, but there's snow in the forecast and I'll probably make you a cup of tea if I wake up before you do."

You hum. "Thank you, Adam," you whisper. He kisses you deeply, and you can still taste yourself on his tongue.

"Don't thank me," he says when he's pulled away. "It's what good partners do, especially when I'll have practically rearranged your guts and it'll be a reward for doing good anyway."

You laugh. Adam presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands once again ground themselves on your hips and yours find his shoulders, holding him close.

"I love you, baby," he says. "Sorry that work has been shit."

"I love you too," you respond. "And--that's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself for mistakes that aren't yours, Adam. Please, just kiss me. Wanna forget about work and stupid fucking Earle--just wanna think about how good it feels to be touched and kissed by you. Please."

Adams lips press against your forehead again, his hands cupping your face.

"Gonna make sure you do," he says. His lips move to your biceps again, and you shudder an intake of breath as he leaves a hickey in the wake of one of his kisses.

You have a thought to call him a hickey fiend but don't--the risk of joking with him when Adam is in dom mode is not worth the reward even slightly.

His kisses trail down your face to your neck, and from your neck to your chest. You moan a little when his lips find your nipples, biting gently as his hands give your hips a contented squeeze.

Your head falls back onto the pillow beneath it, and you smile slightly as you hear Adams contented hum as he kisses along your chest from one nipple to the other.

The next several minutes are spent in pretty much the same state. Adam kisses your chest and neck with an open mouth, tongue all too eager to leave a trail of saliva behind his kisses. He's mostly quiet as he goes about it, but every time he does something to make you moan his hands squeeze your hips in acknowledgement.

And then his lips move to your stomach, spending an absurd amount of time leaving hickeys in the less obvious places. He spends more time on your hips which tells you you'll have dark hickeys to look forward to once you have the time to investigate the state of your body in a mirror, but he's not always the dominant one when you two are having sex--you'll find your moment where he's in a particularly submissive mood and douse his body with light-ish hickeys in some very obvious spots.

His lips move down to your thighs, and his gaze meets yours.

"You're feeling all right?" He asks, lips pressing gloriously against the top of your right thigh. "Need you to make space for me, puppy. Haven't paid your thighs attention in so fucking long--'nother minute of waiting and I will go insane."

You laugh as you spread your legs and Adam positions himself in between them, lips moving across your thighs as his arms slip under them and his hands find your hips.

The amount of attention he devotes to your legs alone is almost a little excessive--it takes him ten minutes before he's content to move from your right leg to your left, and then he's focusing on that leg just as long.

Then again--Adam has always loved your thighs. You've had moments of insecurity that they were too big to handle but he's always met your insecurity with reassurance, promised that he'd tell you if he was having trouble breathing whenever he asked you to sit on his face. He loves your thighs and your biceps, which are two of the areas where you find most of your insecurity.

And then you feel his breath against your folds, and you breathe in deeply while clenching around nothing.

"Wanna taste you, puppy," Adam says. You're nodding eagerly before he can even finish the sentence, wondering how it was that you managed to go eight months without feeling Adams mouth over your folds, his lips on your clit.

Adam is good at giving oral--he is fucking amazing at it, and as his tongue presses flat against your folds, his gaze holding yours, you find that it seems he's still as good as he was eight months ago.

His tongue runs through your folds for a very long few seconds before it presses against your clit. You moan at the contact, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his tongue moves in circles around the bundle of nerves.

His tongue moves back to your folds, and your hand goes to his hair. You don't hold him in a tight grip or anything, just enough to ground yourself and keep yourself from slipping away.

It's hard not to slip into it, though. The grip that Adam has on your hips, the way he's eating you out like a man starved and that goddamned nickname he always uses whenever he's domming. All of it is so much combined, so much after eight months, and all you want to do is slip into subspace and just let Adam use you however he wants.

He keeps going until you're so close--teetering on the edge, nearly ready to come on his face--and then he stops, pulling away with a glistening mouth to take a breath.

And then he's lifting himself off of you, pulling himself up to press kiss after kiss after kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and his hand is cupping your face.

"Please, puppy," he says. "Don't wanna go eight months without this ever again. Missed it."

It takes everything in you to drum up a response, still working through the second almost-orgasm of the evening.

"Never," you manage to mumble as your head turns, seeking Adams lips. He kisses you slowly, meaningfully, and you have a moment--just a moment--where you hate yourself for letting sex get away from you for such a long time.

Work has been eight months of never ending stress, eight months of managing one hundred and sixty people, dealing with a boss who claims to care about the team but only offers a raise to the five people from whom a guy stole off time rather than firing the idiot. You feel bad--work has taken the majority of your head space since March, and that doesn't feel fair in the fucking slightest.

"Adam," you whisper. He presses a peck to your lower lip and darts his tongue out to wet his own.

"Yeah, puppy?"

"Missed you," you respond. "'M sorry about work. I promise I didn't mean to get so busy, it's just--Earle and his fucking scheme, and Monica refusing to fire his sorry ass while he has the time of his goddamned life in Monaco, and--ugh. I don't mean to ruin the mood but it's just not leaving my head."

Adam laughs, presses a kiss to your forehead. "I know how you get, Y/N," he says. "I'm too drunk on the thought of your thighs around my head to even get slightly turned off right now but that's not the point."

He laughs again, thumb gliding across your bottom lip. "I've been worried about you but I knew work was probably the reason for your late nights, baby. I promise, it just made me cherish our lazy mornings even more. If you don't like working there, you can always quit, too--you've got your rainy day savings, and my job lets me cover the rent and have money left for groceries if you don't get something right away. Has anything else been bugging you or is it just work?"

"Just been in a funk," you respond. "The sex is helping a lot, but I've always found that being with you helps me like nothing else can. Needed this, Adam. Even if you've kept me from orgasming twice so far."

"Fifteen more minutes til sundown," Adam says. "You'll be so sick of coming when I finally start letting you, baby. I think I have it in me to last eight hours, but that's because I'll be giving myself a reprieve. You, however, might not get one. Dunno--it depends on if you'll want one, really."

"You'll know I do if I use the safe word," you respond. "Just--be soft with me, mm? I don't think I can handle being degraded too much, if at all. I'm scared that if you call me a slut with a mean tone I'll just fall to pieces and start crying."

Adam laughs, presses a kiss to your temple. "Think I've done enough edging," he says. "Kind of just wanna kiss you until you're begging me for more, baby. Sound okay?"

You nod, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "You really wouldn't be mad if I quit my job?"

"I would be the opposite of angry at you if you just announced it and didn't even give your two weeks," Adam says. "You've spent the majority of the last year giving them an arm and both of your legs in the effort it's taken to keep things afloat. You're up for a significant raise which I would wait to see if you got, but there are places that pay the amount you'd be getting after your raise as the starting salary, which only goes up after the first six months. I'd start applying to those places if I were in your shoes and I didn't get the raise I fuckin' deserved."

Adams lips drop to your collarbone. "'M so in love with you," he says. "And I'm sorry that work has been such a shitstorm lately. If you want, you can switch from a marketing job to working for a salary that covers rent and groceries with me at the bookshop? They're hiring all the fucking time and it means I can basically just...spend the entirety of my break just kissing you relentlessly if you do decide to join up."

You laugh, pulling a hand through his hair. "Maybe," you say. "If I don't get the raise."

Adam laughs, gently biting against your collarbone as his hands find your hips again.

"Love your hips, puppy," he says. "Will probably have to put lotion on the hickeys I left on 'em. Got a little carried away."

"I'll get my revenge somehow," you respond. "If you ever find yourself in a submissive mood, I will absolutely cover your neck in them."

"I like hickeys in obvious places, so long as you keep them light,"

"Oh, they will be. Everywhere but your pulse point--I happen to like your pulse point, Adam. Might get carried away worse than you did with my hips."

Adam bites your collarbone again, kissing up the center of it to the underside of your jaw before his lips are once again against yours.

"I love you so fucking much," Adam says into the kiss, giving your hips a hard squeeze. "Fuck, Y/N. Gonna make sure all of your stress is gone from your mind completely. Just want you to be thinking about me, puppy."

All you can do in response is moan into Adams mouth, closing your eyes and moaning once more as he uses your moaning to slip his tongue into your mouth, one hand coming up to cup your face.

You spend the next little eternity kissing, moaning whenever Adams hands squeeze whichever part of your body they've ended up near or on--typically your ass, just below it on your thigh, your hips, or your tits--and occasionally tugging at the hairs near the nape of his neck, where one of your hands rests.

And then, Adam pulls away. You gaze at him as he holds himself up by his elbows, a handsome smirk on his face.

"You're all right?" He asks.

The truth is, all you can think about is the memory of his cock inside you and you're convinced it's slowly driving you nuts, but by all other accounts, yeah.

You nod. "I'm amazing, Adam," you say. "Need to feel you."

As you speak the words, Adam is already reaching for his night stand on his side of the bed, grabbing a condom.

You roll it onto his length, one of your hands overlapping the hand he places on your hip as you lie back down.

Adam positions himself at your entrance, pushing into you slowly even despite how wet you are--you're more than ready to feel him, but Adam still goes slow to be cautious.

When he bottoms out, both of you moan. Your lips are almost right next to Adams ear, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, so the sound of you moaning just makes Adam want you more. One of his hands is on your breast, and he squeezes it, rolling the nipple between his first finger and thumb as you clench around his length.

After a minute, you're telling Adam he can start moving and his thrusts come to a slow start as Adam figures out the pace he wants to start with.

His lips have dipped close to your ear when he whispers, "you're so wet for me," and he kisses the side of your head before adding "such a good puppy. Fuck--you're amazing."

And you're moaning in response, starting to get cockdrunk as Adam moves in calculated thrusts, one hand propping himself up by the elbow and the other against your hip.

Your thighs wrap around his waist to keep him in place, and Adam laughs as he lifts the hand on your hip to cup your face.

"You like this, baby?" He asks. You moan, nodding slightly as your eyes close, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Such a good puppy for me," he says. "So good, baby. You're doing so good."

And then you moan again, and Adam presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, lips moving to your neck as the hand that was on your face moves to your clit, rubbing circles around it and delighting in the moans it brings from your throat.

Your release spurs his on, and while you moan and release around him Adam releases into the condom, thrusting his way through the aftershocks and the way that your legs start shaking with them.

He pulls out and discards the condom, heading back to you quickly and peppering your face with kisses.

You find yourself in a state of complete and total relaxation and euphoria. Adams hands on you make you sink further in, and Adam laughs a little--you're looking at him like he's the love of your life while you're practically drowning in post-orgasm bliss, which is a delightful and meaningful addition to the times in which you've looked at him like that, particularly whenever he's decided to surprise you with breakfast or when you wake up to find him admiring you as he'd woken up before you had.

"You're feeling all right?" The orgasm had been a little intense.

You nod, and Adam presses his nose against the apple of your cheek, pressing a quick kiss there as his hands find your face.

"Going quiet?" He presses his lips to your forehead. "Not for long, baby. I have at least seven more hours with you, yeah?"

You nod, and Adams lips are on yours again.

A lot of the time, you start to realize, will be passed with Adams lips against yours, his hands going somewhere on your body as you moan and whine at his touches.

You don't hate the idea, though--Adam is a damn good kisser and absolutely knows what he's doing with his lips and tongue. You've proven yourself capable of lazily making out with Adam for hours several times, though that was when the two of you were kiss fiends in the honeymoon phase and couldn't go more than twenty minutes without it.

But then, Adams lips trail from your lips to your chest, paying attention to it as his hands move from your face to your hips. Once he's paid satisfactory attention to your chest, he moves to your stomach, where, per the presence of your hips close by, he stays for a long ten minutes.

Then his lips are on your inner thighs and your hand is in his hair and all you can do is moan, one word waiting and ready at the tip of your tongue but not falling off of it.

You watch through half lidded eyes as Adams eyes lock on your cunt, nod fervently when his gaze meets yours and his head tilts in the asking.

His tongue finds your clit and he moves one finger, slowly, into your hole as his lips follow his tongue. You turn your head and moan into the pillow in an effort to silence yourself, but the noise level at which the moan sits is still so obscene that Adam chuckles, shaking his head as his left arm slips under your thigh and his hand finds purchase at your chest.

Adams tongue moves around your clit in evenly paced circles, finger moving at a calculated pace as he adds another. Adams fingers curl around your g-spot once every fifteen-ish seconds, and every time your moans get louder because of the action, Adam laughs a little and presses his tongue flat against your clit.

Adam has you pushed to your orgasm in fifteen minutes. You barely have time to warn him before you're coming over his mouth, chin, and his hand, but Adam hardly cares. He only licks his fingers to clean them and juts his tongue out to run it over his lips, all while holding your gaze.

And then he's kissing you and you're tasting yourself, humming into the kiss as Adam reaches one arm out and fumbles for the nightstand in search of another condom.

Adam gets it and rips it open, sliding it onto his length and motioning for you to get on your knees and turn around. You do as he says and Adam slowly slides into you, the both of you moaning slightly as he bottoms out.

Adam waits a minute for you to adjust to him, and once you have he starts thrusting. He sets an even, quick pace and moves a hand to your clit, moaning as you lean back and press your back against his front.

Adams lips find a spot in the space between your neck and shoulder, and every last one of the sounds you make spurs him on. His moans are low, typically comorbid with yours, and they come in between the praise he manages to mumble out as he moves and you start moving back onto him.

"So good," he mutters, biting gently against your shoulder. "Fuck--"

You moan in response, unable to form any coherent thought other than Adams name.

"Adam," you whisper as the pace at which Adams finger touches your clit increases. "Adam--"

You feel him smile against your skin, a cocky grin taking up his face.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, moaning as you clench around him. "Gonna use your words for me, mm?"

"Adam," it's the only word that comes to mind right now, though it'll be one of ten, at best, once he's pushed you to orgasm again.

"Adam, oh--" You moan as he snaps his hips up into you.

Adam keeps the pace he's set and it's not long before you're moaning loudly as Adams lips and tongue suck a hickey into the space where your neck meets your shoulder, your release occurring just seconds before his own, before he's a moaning mess as he thrusts into you through the aftershocks.

Adam pulls out and lays you back onto the bed before rolling the condom off and tossing it into the trash.

The cycle continues that way until you find yourselves nearing one in the morning. Your lips are wet with your own saliva after you've pulled off of Adams length and he's being sweet, your face in his hands as you start moving to sit on the bed.

"One more for me, baby," he says. In eight hours, you've come more than eight times, your legs are basically jelly, and all you have on your mind is Adam. "Just one more, mm? Then I'll run us a bath and we can just relax, I promise. Aftercare god, remember?" He laughs a little at the tail end of his sentence, cringing at himself a little bit.

And you're nodding, smiling at Adam as his lips find your inner thighs and you're blissed out on post-orgasm euphoria--Adam had let you touch yourself while sucking his dick, and you'd come over your hand as he shot his load into your mouth, which you'd agreed to let him do--and it's fifteen minutes til one and Adams lips against your thighs is absolutely amazing.

And then his lips and tongue go to your cunt, and you're moaning as your thighs wrap around his head, which leads to him laughing and squeezing your hips.

And Adam eats you out carefully, slowly, moaning as he does so. He's taking his time with you because you're blissed out and will definitively need to be easy on yourself in terms of walking after all that's been done. He's moaning, tongue moving through your folds in a way that feels incredible to both you and him, and his lips find your clit as he moves to start fingering you.

Adam sets a good pace, quick but not too quick, and curls his fingers at your g-spot with every thrust. You're moaning loudly despite the time and Adam is loving it, and then you're coming on his lips and his tongue and Adam is licking it off your cunt and his lips with a focused precision.

Then Adam is getting up, pressing a kiss to your forehead and telling you he'll be back in a few minutes. He tells you he loves you but doesn't expect a response--you're absolutely too blissed out to say much of anything, and he loves it because it's the first time in eight months where you've looked so relaxed, the first time in eight months where you've felt it.

Your eyes close as Adam leaves your shared bedroom, and you hear him starting up a bath. You smile to yourself, pressing your cheek against the pillow, having a brief, floaty thought of I am so lucky before Adam comes into the room again, smile on his clean face.

He kisses your eyelids, hands finding and interlacing themselves with yours.

"C'mon," he says. "I've run us a bath, baby. Gonna relax your legs, which are definitely sore by this point."

And then your eyes are opening and he's helping you stand as he tells you how much he loves you and how amazing you were during the session, and his lips are against your forehead in a kiss.

You're mostly quiet as Adam leads you to the bathroom, humming as you get into the tub with him.

You press your chin against Adams shoulder and in the next few minutes, you're still tired but the water is still hot and you're starting to form coherent thoughts again.

"Thank you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to Adams wet shoulder. He hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"For what?" Adam asks.

"For the last nine hours," you say. "For making me forget about work stress and for the sex."

Adam laughs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "The sex was enjoyable for both parties, then," he says. "And--you're welcome, but you don't need to thank me. Just wanted to help you de-stress a little, and I'm glad I could do that."

You're in the bath together for thirty-ish minutes after that, and you let Adam wash your hair as he peppers your hickied neck with kisses and his hands run along your biceps. You wash his, and you spend the time waiting for the conditioner to set talking about your plans for the day as the day has turned.

Adam intends to let you sleep in and to make breakfast, and you intend to at least move from the bedroom to the living room after you've woken up so that you can read from the comfort of your couch.

You get out of the bath and, because your legs are still pretty sore, have barely any choice but to let Adam help you back to your room and sit on the bed as Adam gets dressed and grabs you clothes.

You get dressed into a pair of black boxers--they, Adam decides, will be comfier than sweatpants--and a hoodie Adam had during his baggy clothes phase that's baggy on you, too, and covers two thirds of your thigh before your knee amidst laughter and kisses that you share in the relative dark.

You and Adam end up going to sleep on the couch anyway so as to avoid halfhearted fighting about who sleeps on the wet spot on the bed from the sweat emitted during sex, curled up in each others arms with a thick, warm and fuzzy blanket covering you both up to your shoulders.

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner-stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner-stanheight x reader #saw 2004

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allmannerofmalady · 6 days ago

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I finally finished Veilguard days ago, at about 60-70 hrs of playtime.

I've tried three times so far to write a coherent final review, but I just keep getting into the weeds of things and, ultimately, beating a dead horse at this point.

It was a bizarre experience playing it through. I was constantly swinging between being viscerally disappointed and so frustrated, then brought to tears by a codex entry or references to the older games, and also taken over by a manic obsession with finishing it to just close this chapter. It was like pushing my way through crowds after a 10 year wait (and a CLIFFHANGER) to just get glimpses of the characters and world I’ve loved so much and it was mostly sparse and shallow. I couldn’t reconcile that this is supposed to be the same world I found endlessly inspiring and rich vs what we got. Idk throw tomatoes at me in the village square, I’m throwing them at myself.

I previously dumped my disappointment in a big rant and honestly, nothing really changed by the time the credits rolled, it had just gone downhill. There was a slight uptick at the end because the last 3-4 hours were by far the best moments, and Solas was animated and voiced so beautifully in the ending that the gutpunch of that managed to override the disappointment.

I finished my playthrough meticulously to not screw up getting the ending I wanted, and in doing so I got every companion all the way up to Hero of the Veilguard - that is to say, I played the game as fully as possible and I know that I saw pretty much all there is to see. This game is not for me, and I wanted to love it so badly 🤡 the datamined info coming out, bluesky revelations, the art book arriving in the midst of digesting the final product - my wounds are already salted and seasoned pls have mercy

I'm torn because I keep feeling like I should shut up to not be negative, especially with how insanely vile discourse has gotten around the game. But I want to howl at the moon with how sad I am at how everything turned out. It somehow hurts even more that there are pockets of good here and there, which makes what's missing feel so much worse.

SO guess who's back in the Hinterlands baby idk what else to do with myself. The end 🤠

#veilguard critical #i finished it at least #pls let this pain make me better at making art or something #datv critical

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darlingella · 2 years ago

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Jeans | matty healy x reader

fluffy rocker boyfriend matty healy and gf fic

Long distance is hard. So you visit your boyfriend on the road, bringing along some jeans you know he will love.

warnings: kissing, slight elusion to sex.

word count: 756

this is my first fic so be kind pls

10:23 AM

You are finally in the car after leaving the airport when you had a moment to yourself. You were seeing Matty again. Tonight he's playing in Salt Lake City (you think, it could possibly be Vegas, all the airports look the same.) After he called you yesterday, you hadn't had time to think.

"Babe, I miss you so much." "I know, I know." You said it with a sigh. Life on tour stresses any relationship. "Maybe I can come and join you on tour for a few stops?" You didn't think he would actually consider such an idea. "Say no more, I'll have someone book everything for you right now." He was smiling, you could hear it. "See you soon." You said it with an airy laugh, tinged with excitement. "See you soon baby." click

After the call, it was a whirlwind of packing and picking out outfits. Your flight was soon and you needed to get a move on. By the time you had made it onto the plane, you were so tired. Falling asleep as soon as the plane took off.

The driver took you downtown to a really nice hotel (of course). Matty had tried to clear his day to be with you before the show, but alas he had to do an interview. Knock knock knock. You clicked on the door. When it swung open he picked you up and swung you around, kissing your face feverishly. The room was muddled with hellos and I missed you. When matty placed you down you noticed he wasn't even ready. He had to be at the interview at 12:00. He hadn't even put a shirt on yet. At least you could taste the mint on his tongue.

"Matty we have to be on time for this! I don't want my presence to get in the way of anything you have to do."

"Relax y/n it will be fine, I just want to see you." He rolled his eyes, obviously unbothered by his commitment.

You, of course, blushed at his remark. God, he is so genuine and sexy.

Quickly you try to unpack some of your clothes to change out of your present outfit. You wanted to look cute in case of the paparazzi. Before clothes, you needed to wash up. So you grabbed a small bag and headed for the bathroom. You cleaned your face and brushed your teeth and you began to apply some makeup.

"What about this?" You turn around to the sound of Matty's voice. He's looking smug holding up one of your newest purchases. Vintage, straight-leg, medium-wash jeans. Except... they had red stars on the ass. Quite the attention grabber.

You walk towards him, "do you like?" Of course he likes them.

"Baby they aren't even on you yet and I can already picture how sexy you'll look in them." You saunter over to him grabbing them, a new thong, and a black baby tee. Walking back to the bathroom to change.

He says, "what? No show for me?" You just giggle, "not yet Matty, I just got here, lets save it for tonight." You wink as you shut the bathroom door. Changing quickly and putting on a red lip to match the jeans, you are ready to go. He loved it when you wore baby tees without a bra so you decided to give him a treat. Hoping that Matty was finally ready too, you opened the door. As you walk out of the bathroom he looked you up and down breathing out, "oh I really missed you." His hands snaked around your waist pulling you close for a kiss. It wasn't as sweet as the one from before, but you had places to be, so you ended the kiss before it could progress into more. You two separated as you grabbed your things to go.

You're waiting by the door when Matty says:

"Hey, hot stuff, how bout' you put this on?" He pulls out his favorite leather jacket from a suitcase. "Don't want the papz to see everything do we? Why not save something for the show tonight?" You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the jacket from his hand. Putting it on and breathing in the smell of him. Cigarettes, cologne, and something else you couldn't put your finger on. You grabbed his hand as you walked out to the car, surprisingly not running late.

"Who said I didn't have another outfit planned for tonight?" You say, adding in a wink for extra flare.

okay yay, first fic. If we like I can do a pt 2 with more spice maybe?

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy imagine #the 1975 #matty healy edits #matty healy the 1975 #rockstar #rockstar bf #tumblraesthetic #2014 aesthetic

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bisexualfemalemess · 1 year ago

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*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*

Final episode. Oh, this is gonna kill me. Let’s go.

Poor ricky worrying about gina. HE WAS NOT HAVING DANI TRYNA JUMP IN LMAO. Ooh, there’s my babygirl G. Ricky being a supportive boyfriend, awww. EJ AS BOLTON, yasss. Gina wanted ricky to ask her to stay and he didn’t want to make the same mistake he did with nini, miscommunication trope, i hate it here. RICKY BOWEN IS A FUCKING MENACE. “hey, by the way, who the fuck are you guys?” Been asking myself this question for four years, we still don’t know. Awww, Ricky, baby. Ah, Monique coleman giving kourtney advice, aww cute. WISH WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ACTUAL THE BOYS ARE BACK SCENE. TIM, I’M UNDER YOUR BED. Ooh, rina paralleling troyella, babies. Why is everyone going to ej for advice lmao, even miss jenn. That boy is a freshman in college. Maddox is so pissed that ash and red could be back together. Madison knew hahha. MADLYN CONFESSION AND KISS, LET’S GO LESBIANS/ SAPPHICS! Also, the fact that ej carved their names into a tree, he knew since the beginning and was a supporter, 😂 Terri back off, gina’s already hesitant. Jealous ricky, awww. GINA JUST WALK AWAY, SHE’S SO GOOD, My gabriella fr. “Be good to her. Just please take care of her in New Zealand.” My boy loves her so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭. JENNZZARA ARE SO CUTE. NOT THE RINA LOOK EXCHANGE BEFORE MY BOY RICKY SINGS SCREAM. THEY’RE SO TROYELLA RN. Antoine is me. Aww not Benjamin touching his heart while watching miss jenn perform. JETNEY SCENE. MADDOX IS GOING TO NEW ZEALAND TOO WTF??? Aww, big red worrying about Ricky, such a good friendship. Ricky worrying about his future now that gina’s leaving. Rina right here, right now reprise version?! It work so well for them at this point in their story. My poor children, tim istg if they don’t get their happy end i’m suing. THE LOOK EXCHANGE AND GINAS SMILE AFTER THE SONG, DON’T MIND ME DYING ON THE FLOOR. HAHA MRS POTTER DID NOT LIKE THAT. WAIT ANTOINE IS ANDY??? WAIT ANDY AND RED???? ANOTHER RINA LOOK EXCHANGE DURING CURTAIN CALL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! andy screaming is me. DEWEY IS A SOFTIE OMG. AND A RINA CHEEK KISS! Seb 😭😭😭. Gina, my movie star baby. Ooof ricky’s speech hit me where it hurts. I hate it here. ITS OVER KOURTNEY SHUT UP 😭😭😭😭. G OH SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS AND THE WAY RICKY LOOKED AT HER AND MOUTHED ‘wow’. He’s in such awe of her, my otp. Oof, gina’s speech also hit me where it hurts. Not her calling jet out when it comes to kourtney haha. THE WAY SHE WENT THROUGH THE PEOPLE ONE BY ONE OH AND WHAT SHE SAID TO RICKY OMG 😭😭😭 “But with you I feel so seen, and so understood and so known.” THATS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY I LOVE YOU, OH THEY DESTROY ME. I MEAN SHE LITERALLY SAID “this one is gonna kill me.” The way the camera couldn’t find ej 😂😂😂. MISS JENN IS THEIR MOTHER, GINA CONFIRMED. THE RINA HUG AFTER HER SPEECH TO HIM PLS I’M ON THE FLOOR. NOT ASHLYN FINDING OUT MADDOX HAS TO LEAVE TOO. I HATE IT HERE. RINA AND MADLYN ENDGAME PLS. OH THE WAY RICKY’S VOICR BROKE WHEN HE SAID “I DIDN’T SAY I LOVR YOU.” OOH GO FIND THAT GUITAR RICKY. Ooh mack’s not doing Romeo and Juliette, ha. GO TELL YOUR GIRL YOU LOVR HER RICKY, GET THE GIRL. OMG RICKY! “Am i too late?” Some things never change. RICKY. CONFESSING. HIS. LOVE. TO. GINA. WITH. A. SONG. IN. FRONT. OF. REPORTERS. HER MOM. ALL THEIR FRIENDS. THEIR TEACHERS. HER BOSS. DON’T MIND ME ON THE FLOOR SOBBING HYSTERICALLY. THE LYRICS??? ‘Cause i love you fells a lot like high school and forever after that.”STFU. EVERYONE JOINING IN 😭😭😭 RINA ENDGAME OMG. RINI LOVE CONFESSION COULD NEVER. ITS HIS FAVORITE HAT SHUT UP. STFU STFU STFU THE EMBROIDERY ON THE TAG STFU. “Just like me.” RINA ENDGAME. OMG GINA MOVED THE MOVIE TO SALT LAKE BEFORE RICKY EVER EVEN SHOWED UP, RINA ENDGAME FR. AWW MISS JENNS STAYING TOO. RINA FOREHEAD KISS SHUT UP! Ricky is such a good boyfriend, helping her down. Terri finally approves! Ha. MISS JENN AND MR MAZZARA FINALLY. GINA WEARING RICKYS JACKET AHHH, cuties. BORN TO BE BRAVE NAWW. LAST RINA CHEEK KISS, IM FINE 😭😭😭😭 AWW THEY WENT TO DENNY’S. What a nice nod to nini. Omg the post credit scene STOP IT RN.

Seblos endgame ✅

Jetney endgame ✅ (kinda)

Madlyn endgame ✅

Jennzzara endgame ✅

MOST IMPORTANTLY RINA ENDGAME ✅✅✅ THEY CALLED US DELUSIONAL BUT WE MADE IT RINAS. THIS SEASON WAS FOR US. THIS IS THE BEST DISNEY SHIP THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR A DISNEY SHIP, OMG. OTP FOREVER, Golden retriever boyfriend and black cat girlfriend fr.

Question; Are we all in agreement that ricky definitely took over as Romeo after mack left the movie???

#gina porter #hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #madlyn #jetney #seblos #jennzzara

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lambtotheslaughterr · 7 months ago

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idk how u do it but every story u pop out is a work of art! idek how to word it as to not make it sound rhetorical but pls don’t take this praise with a grain of salt bc WOOOW. ur writing makes all the cliche hype sayings have meaning!!

u have seriously perfected rafes persona in every fic as well, each time im left finishing ur stories w a rapid heartbeat ,,,,, ur stories quite literally jump off the text i always feel as tho im watching a thriller when im on ur page.

you’ve only given us 3/10 stories so far and i am EATING. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM. UP. pls keep them coming friend!!!! OH, also special thanks to everyone who sent her a prompt bc look at what her mind conjured up AHHH

kissing ur beautiful brain so hard rn <3333

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY READERS FOR GETTING ME THIS FAR💛

thank you so much for sending me this, anon, it means the absolute world to me, you don’t even know. i seriously would not be able to produce the work i do if it wasn’t for readers like you who always encourage me to keep it up. there are a lot of aspects of my life that are not going to plan but writing for you all is not one of them.

thank you for being my safe place while IN my safe place. i have never felt more supported as much as i have being on here.

i am kissing you back baby! i’m kissing you ALL back😘😘😘😘😘

muah muah muah muah muah🥰

#dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron x reader

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 2 years ago

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half written story

PAIRING: jack harlow x reader

TW: cheating jack :(

A/N: 1. face claim is hailee steinfeld, for those who don't know, and 2. when I put "user", the idea is that it is understood that the person who commented is not necessarily a fan of either of you (you or jack)

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yourinstagram we're a half written story without any ending you left me to figure it out.

yourfan1 THIS IS DEFINITELY SONG LYRICS

yourfan2 drop the album sis

oliviarodrigo I’M SO EXCITED

->user1 oooh she knows things

yourfan3 a heartbreak album is coming 😭😭😭

user2 jack really did her dirty :(

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yourinstagram YOUR NAME HURTS, the first single of my upcoming album “Halfwritten Story”, SONG AND VIDEO OUT NOW!

mileycyrus you’re amazing

selenagomez you inspire me so much girl 🌷

perrieedwards beautiful beautiful beautiful

yourfan4 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

jackfan1 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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jackharlow trust me, it hurts.

jackfan2 NO FUCKING WAY

jackfan3 he responded 😭😭😭

yourfan5 “I hope my name hurts, my name hurts, my name hurts you” 🔪

-> jackandynfan1 STOP RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND

yourfan6 “It's like the worst of words”= J*CK 🤢

->jackfan4 NOT THE CENSORED NAME LMAO

->jackfan5 stop hating, that’s so immature

->jackandynfan2 there’s two types of jack fans

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yourinstagram L is for the way you lied to me O is I'm the only one who sees that V, you're so vindictive, so I'll be vicious And E-N-D this L-O-V-E, love

yourfan6 STOP WITH THE LYRICS, WE WANT THE ALBUM

yourfan7 DROP THE ALBUM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

user3 fuck jack harlow honestly, this is so heartbreaking

yournamesource lyrics of the song "man up", second single from the album

yourfan8 I don’t think jack is going to respond to this one 💀

yourfan9 the fact that she rapped...and did better than jack... that’s what I call REVENGE.

->jackfan6 she did not lmao

->user4 oh, SHE DID

yourfan10 jack doesn't clear up rumors, but y/n do, and with this it is definitive that jack cheated on her.

yourfan11 SHE DESTROYED HIM

->yourfan12 as she should 😌

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yourinstagram just be a man, you baby

yourfan13 in her villain era

-> user5 that jack boy was really her villain origin history

taylorswift dressing for revenge i see

yourinstagram i learned from the best 👸🏼

user6 I love when the stage of sadness ends and we begin to expose the men who betrayed us

normani YOU ATE, GIRL

->yourfan14 and left no crumbs 💋

yourfan15 jack has been really quiet

->user7 LMAOOO

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jackharlow 🤨👟

user8 Nothing to say I see?

yourfan16 Man up, man up, little boy won’t you man up?

yourfan17 i hate jack too but i dont think y/n wanted us to bully him

yourfan16 @/yourfan17 I don’t care, he’s a cheater

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yourinstagram okay! It’s almost here, please don’t hate me anymore lol, February 24th, set the alarms!!!!

yourfan18 The cover is so sad but so beautiful

urbanwyatt proud of you

->yourfan19 GET OUT OF HERE

->user9 yourfan19 OMG LEAVE MY BABY ALONE, HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS CHEATING FRIEND

->yourfan20 I bet jack wrote this, but he doesn’t dare to do it with his name because he’s a coward

phoebebridgers can’t wait!

->yourfan21 omg sad girls gang

->phoebefan do a tour with y/n and olivia rodrigo to cry until my soul dries up pls

->billieeilish can I join? 🤪

dojacat fireeeeee

taylorswift THAT’S MY BABY! Everything you create is beautiful, I’m so proud of you!

February 24th, 9:31 AM.

Jack.

2 messages.

“The album is beautiful. I know you don't want to know anything about me, but I needed to tell you that I admire you as a person and as an artist, you have created something beautiful out of a horrible situation, and that's what real artists do.”

“I’m really sorry. It's okay if you prefer not to answer. goodbye.”

#jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow instagram concept #jack harlow angst #jack harlow imagines

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we-are-so-close · 2 years ago

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You Have My Attention

Zeke x fem!reader wc: 1.7k warnings: 18+ Minors Please Do Not Interact; dubcon, fingering, choking, piv penetration, piss, face fucking, marking, facial, cum eating, degradation, please let me know if I missed something a/n: this thought has been in my brain for a hot minute now. Zeke is an ass, maybe ooc?, probably the first and only time i write for him

There were few things about being part of the warrior unit that you actually enjoyed. The unit’s captain, Zeke, was not one of them. There was an air of cockiness he surrounded himself with and you felt it was unjustified; he didn’t seem to be any better than any of the titan shifters. The others warned you about speaking your mind, even amongst friends.

“You better watch what you say,” Reiner warned.

“Yeah, shit always gets back to Zeke,” Porco added.

“Pff, what can he really do?” you waved off.

“Just…tone it down, okay?” Pieck placed a cautioned hand on your shoulder.

The rest of the group went outside to hang out until it was time for dinner. You told them you would join them soon, right after you dropped off a report to Commander Magath’s office. The halls were empty, not surprising for the early evening time. The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder. Figuring it was one of your friends, you turned around to poke fun at them for following you. Only when you turned, you found yourself staring at your captain.

“C-captain,” you sputtered out.

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you down the hallway. He practically threw you into the nearest broom closet and shut the door behind him. The look on his face had the same smugness that you called out amongst your friends. But there was something else behind his eyes. It was something you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Who do you think you are talking about me like that? I hear what you say. You think you’re funny?”

“I…I…” your face was getting hot and your voice was betraying you.

“I, I, I,” he mocked, “what? All of a sudden you have nothing to say? You sure do love to run that mouth of yours, but I think I have a better use for it.”

Immediately, he shoved two of his fingers inside of your mouth, effectively eliminating any chance of rebuttal. He has you pushed against one of the shelves, the edge of it just supporting the curve of your ass. His fingers move across the pad of your tongue, the salt from them causing you to salivate even more.

With his other hand, he pushed one of your legs onto the shelf where you were supported. He flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth and shoved them into your pussy. The sudden feeling of fullness caused you to gasp, and he quickly clasped his other hand over your mouth.

“You wanted my attention so badly, well, here it is. Savor it.”

His fingers were relentless, pumping in and out of your folds, hitting every sweet spot. He added a third finger and your moans were becoming more guttural. A tingling sensation was building up in your core. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat. It was hard to make any noise when he was restricting your airway.

“C’mon, baby. You love to talk. Beg for it. Beg me to put my cock in that pussy of yours.”

“Mm,” you couldn’t get out a word, so you shook your head.

“Oh, come now. It’s quite obvious you want me. You can’t shut up about me, so here I am, giving you what you want. Just submit and take what we both know that you want.” His pace slowed. His eyes never leaving your face, watching how his ministrations affected you so.

“P-p-pl..”

“I can’t hear you.”

He ever so slightly loosened his grip on your throat and you sucked in as much air as you could. His thumb was roughly circling over your clit, the pace picking back up. It was sending electric signals all throughout your body, and your brain felt as though it might short circuit.

“Please, Zeke.”

“Please, what? C’mon, use your big girl words.”

“I-I want…your c-cock,” you managed to squeak out through strained breath.

He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and pushed them back into your mouth. He was making you suck your essence off of his fingers. You could hear him unzipping his pants and soon after, you could feel his cock press against your entrance. He forced his way in, stretching you more than three of his fingers could. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, but was swallowed up by Zeke’s mouth. He kissed you, his beard scratching against your face. It was an unpleasant feeling, but that didn’t matter; not when he was tearing up your insides.

“Fuck. Three fingers wasn’t enough. I’ll know for next time,” he said as he continued to pound into your pussy.

"N-next time?"

He ripped open your shirt and took one of your breasts into his mouth. He was rough, sucking hard and biting the area around your nipples. He made his way up to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. There, he made short work of leaving his mark behind. Every nip, every thrust, it was all overwhelming. Before you knew what was happening, the feeling in your core exploded. You had reached your climax, which was a mistake. Your pussy pulsated around Zeke’s cock, and he took notice.

“Who gave you permission to come on my cock?” He scolded. He stilled, the only noise was his grunts. A warmth soon filled your insides. A golden liquid trickled down your leg and began to pool underneath you. Zeke’s piss stretched your pussy to the hilt, the pressure began to burn.

“Until you can learn to wait and behave, your greedy cunt doesn’t deserve anything but my piss,” he growled as he pulled out. The pressure inside of you was relieved as Zeke’s golden essence gushed from you, spilling all over your legs and feet, your shoes and skirt soaked. Zeke made it a point to spray the last few streams all over the outside of your pussy, making it very clear that he’s leaving his mark. Your eyes were glazed over as you watched the man you called “captain” treat you like this.

He forced you down onto your knees into the puddle of piss. With your chin held within his grasp, he forced your mouth open. “Clean it,” he demanded as he shoved his cock into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head, he set the pace for which he wanted you to go. The lewd sounds you made everytime his dick hit the back of your throat only egged him on to go harder and faster. You put your hands on his thighs as a way to brace yourself for the impossible pace he had set.

“This is a much better use for that mouth of yours, I think,” he said as he thrust one last time. Your nose was shoved into the base of his dick and his pubic hairs added to your suffocation. He stilled there for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity, all means of air were cut off and your consciousness was on the cusp of fading.

Right as your eyes began to roll back, he pulled his cock out, strands of spit followed. He reveled in your strained gasps as you tried to get in as much air as you could.

He grabbed your chin once more and forced you to look up at him. He was stoking himself almost as fast as he was fucking your face.

"Fuck, I can't wait to ruin you."

Three more strokes and he was spurting his hot, thick cum all over your face. He looked down at you and admired his handy work.

"Open," he commanded. You did as you were told, and he used his thumb to smear and push every last bit of his release into your mouth. He wiped his thumb on your tongue and forced your mouth closed.

"You know, I could almost forgive you for being a brat, but I don't know if you've really learned your lesson." A glossiness had covered his eyes, but you knew that he had already determined when this was going to happen again.

"Clean this mess up before you take that report to Commander Magath," he said as he straightened out his jacket and set the paperwork on one of the shelves above you. "And then clean yourself up. Or don't. Let your friends and comrades see you for the little slut you really are."

He held onto the handle of the closet door before he glanced over his shoulder to look at you one last time before leaving. "If that report isn't in Commander Magath's hands before the dinner bell rings, you can expect to be punished."

The soft click of the door snapped you back to the meaning behind Zeke’s words. He was now going to take any chance he could get to punish you, to get you alone in the closet again. Quickly, you got up and grabbed the mop and the bucket of water and cleaned the spot on the ground. You raced down the hallway back to your room to change into some clean clothes since every article of clothing you were in was completely ruined thanks to Zeke.

The time was getting close, you knew that it had to be. The commander’s door was open, but there didn’t appear to be anyone inside. You knocked on the door frame and called out for anyone. No response. Outside, the harsh sound of the dinner bell began to chime. Hastily, you placed the report right in the middle of the commander’s desk and made your way to the dining hall. Zeke was standing outside of the hall, his arms folded and his back resting against the wall.

“I thought I told you to get that report to the commander before the dinner bell rang.” His eyes pierced into you, a sharp heat rising within you.

“I placed it on his desk before I came down here,” you replied back, no bite in your tone.

“Let me rephrase; I told you to have that report in his hands by the dinner bell. But it’s not surprising that you couldn’t even follow that simple command.”

“I-” you truly didn’t know what to say, you realized that there wasn’t anything you could do; you were under Zeke’s control from this point forward.

“I think you’ll be eating next to me tonight,” he smirked, because you knew that he was going to show you just how cocky he can really be.

#zeke yeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke smut #attack on titan #aot smut #please read the warnings!#piss tw #degradation tw #choking tw #dubcon tw #face fucking tw #if i missed something please let me know

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bungoustraypups · 11 months ago

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🎶😭👩‍💻 for the ask game

we need more snippet ask games OPEN

(for future reference if anyone sends in ask memes pls specify which one they came from cries im having a time going back n figuring out where these came from)

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE.

from chapter 11 of dog days are over, AKA the wedding chapter

Ougai slides the ring onto Yukichi's finger, still trembling, but managing to do it in the first try anyway. As he looks back up at Yukichi, that bright, beaming smile appearing on his face once again, a matching smile spreads across Yukichi's face as well as they hear Natsume speak again: "And now, having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of these loved ones, and with the power vested in me, I am finally happy to pronounce you, husband and husband. You may kiss!" And though he says it, both Yukichi and Ougai stop listening after the official pronouncement, because they are only focused on each other at that moment. As soon as the words are spoken, Yukichi wraps his arms around Ougai's waist, then leans forward, pulls him close, and kisses him, deeply, passionately, barely noticing how the taste of salt from both of their happy tears mingles with the taste of his husband's- his husband's- lips, as he is only focused on this moment between them, on how Ougai's arms wrap around his shoulders, how his hands gently curl into Yukichi's hair. And nothing else matters to Yukichi and Ougai Fukuzawa, except for each other, and the beautiful promise of the life they are building, and have built, together.

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

i was tempted to do The Scene(TM) from dog days are over but i went with this snip instead! from the hateful eight chapter 2.4 - shed blood

Fumiko stands up, her legs wobbling as though she has forgotten how to use them since she's been sitting against the wall. As soon as he notices the dangerous tremble in her legs, Osamu rushes forward faster, gathering Fumiko in his arms as she collapses against him, wraps her arms around his midsection, and lets out a terrible, anguished wail. "He killed him, Pa!" She says in a choked sob, curling her hands into fists against his back as Osamu, too, squeezes her tight in a hug of comfort and protection both. "He killed him, he killed Kona!" Feeling his heart shattering into thousands of sharp, painful pieces, Osamu bites down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying for the time being, curling his upper body around Fumiko as he gently presses his hand to the back of her head, holding her close to his chest, threading his fingers through her fiery red hair. Bright red yew berries - sorrow, they whisper through her tears - and dark green leaves blossom all throughout her hair, but they lack the typical spiky exterior of their naturally-occurring wild brethren; Fumiko's ability can affect how the flowers and plants themselves grow, and Osamu has no doubt that's what's happening here. Even in her despair, she doesn't want to hurt someone she loves, and someone who loves her just as much. That is far more than Osamu can say about himself, at least. "I know, baby," Osamu finally murmurs to his daughter, still holding her close and tight. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." It's all he can do and say for the time being. He knows that, right now, nothing he does will be able to soothe the pain, anger, guilt, and sorrow within her, but he at least has to try. That is his job as her father, after all, and right now, she needs him to do it to the fullest more than ever before.

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

from next contestant, my most recent fic and fukumori oneshot

"Never seen you around here before," the voice of a stranger says. Since he has no impressions he needs to be making here, Ougai doesn't fight the urge to curl his lip, wrapping his fingers tightly around the glass of the drink Yukichi got for him a while ago. He doesn't drink much normally, especially not liquor or anything that's not dessert wine, but he figured it wouldn't be a problem for him to indulge just a little tonight. Hopefully, it doesn't end up working against him. "I don't make it a habit to visit places I dislike often." Hopefully the other man takes the hint from Ougai's tone and leaves him alone, but he can tell from the laughter which comes from him that it hasn't been noticed (or, if it has, it's been ignored). Noticing no visible change in the man's demeanor, Ougai adopts an even more unimpressed expression; if looks could kill, this stranger would be dead ten times over, but sadly for everyone involved, they cannot, and he remains breathing. If he wanted to, Ougai could very easily end this man's life, right here, right now, but considering he's out in a public bar far outside of Port Mafia-controlled territory, and therefore at risk of bringing unnecessary attention to himself and everyone associated with him (including his partner), that would be a foolish move, to say the least. In theory, he could also get Yukichi's attention fairly quickly if he wanted to, even without violence, but he's hesitant to do that. This was his idea, after all, and the last thing Ougai wants to do is make him feel guilty for a situation he had no control over to start with. Instead, he decides to take a more commonly used and less homicidally violent approach. His next words are tense, growled out from between his teeth: "I also don't make it a habit to speak to men in bars I'm unfamiliar with."

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsp #bspverse #game: snippets #me #my writing #my fic #asked and answered #cio.txt #cio.org

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Im honestly not even excited for tonight based off of what ive heard already. Im more ready for grey’s cause Addison. Lol. I will be making gifs while watching to occupy myself. Nonetheless… here we go..

I really need this detective and bell to date. Pls.

Oky WHY do they continually let victims families/civilians out in the field with them?! Like this is not okay… this is not ideal, this is not legal…

“do you think we can trust him to do this?” THANK YOU AYANNA. God.

Genuinely surprised they didn’t have the building fully surrounded wtf? Like yeah the boys got there eventually but woof.

Me chanting: flirt! Flirt! Flirt! Flirt! At the queers.

Ayanna: eye fucks her

Me: YAAS.

Okay, that’s a win for this episode that’s all I care about lol

Ah yes… dorm life… because eli who canologically should be like 14 is in college…

Moving on!

Tbh based on the promo I am kinda interested in mothership tonight, lets see how that goes lol.

Okay… so the promo had me thinking that Nolan would be a major witness and sam was running point on the case the whole time so im kinda bummed.

I was distracted actually watching and also gaffing but I have 2 notes:

-hugh dancy was WAY off his eyeline mark on his “its my decision sam!” line

-loved the way sam continually called Nolan out this episode. Loved that.

Okay… Churlish *doesn’t drink* but she thinks it’s a good idea to go UC on a roofie case? Wtf girl?!

Really?! REALLY?! They had to make these fucking sleezeballs Canadian!? Fuck you.

The EXACT same moment this pricks cl phone buzzed “redhead” my phone went off with a tinder notification.. I think that’s a sign from hell… defs not opening that app

Why is her water in a plastic cup? Like, I get that we have plastic glassware at my bar but it’s not like, plastic solo cups, theyre plastic cups that look just like our glass ones and you cant tell til you pick them up.

“you don’t have to say everything you think…” LOL.

This is like, a full personal opinion, but I don’t like them wearing their badges around their necks, when they’re on the belt’s it just looks better, they don’t get in the way, but that may just be me.

Okay, again, I get the loyalty and not liking all of your coworkers (beeeelieve me there) but like, there’s a time and a place, you can still be professional and courteous while absolutely hating someone lol. These guys are all being ridiculously immature about it. (also its weird Velasco & muncy are still allowed to be partners???)

Churlish is really out there what? Trying to tie muncy to this case or shit? Again, I understand if it maybe came up a little LATER in the case but for right now you’re just going to check out that bartender, talk to him, get his story. If something doesn’t line up THEN you’d go through his socials…

Man churlish is TINY isn’t she??

Man, they are pushing veluncy way too hard for me right now. Even if it’s just friends, there’s so many looks between them and this is considering they haven’t spoken in a week or whatever? Can we pls not do this.

Churlish really went and baited herself without clearing it with anyone AND making it look like muncy was trying to set her up…

“youre saying this was her idea?” MUNCY WHAT DID CHRULISH JUST FUCKING SAY IN THE VAN?

“you slid into her dms!?” muncy’s SO fucking angry, her little hand?! HAHAHA

Man if olivia felt like she was babysitting *before* she must absolutely hate this shit now. Like…as someone who is a manager and the team used to all be in their 30’s and very unproblematic, staying in their own lanes and now my team has babies on it, it’s annoying af.

The way Bruno had that work conversation while looking like he was flirting was some *prime* acting.

There’s only 15 mins of this left… is it a two parter?

Ok so the drug is in the salt?

The black shirt grace has on looks exactly like one molly has lol

Not surprised there’s a girl involved in this to get them outta the bathrooms

Ah… the limes.. okay…good to know nothing can be trusted in bars. (although… bartender pro tip… don’t ever put the fruit into your drinks or into your mouth. A very large amount of hands touch those fruits, and who tf knows the last time they’re washed, they’re constantly touching dirty dishes, money, debit cards, etc AND a large number of places probably don’t wash their fruits…)

Aside from giving teddy her pic for bait HOW WAS SHE RECKLESS?? SHE DIDN’T FUCKING DRINK! How was she supposed to know it was the limes???

But also yeah, she does have to be there for the right reasons and work with the team otherwise it aint gonna work.

This episode was… I dunno man the vibes are off. That’s all I got.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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toastyliltoasts · 11 months ago

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📷 Just a pic of me as a baby

🍫 Chocolate :D

✨️ Yeah but that includes my irl name so- (Ones that dont go like crackhead/ fucking idiot 😀)

🎵 I've said this once and I'll say it again, Wilbur Soot/ Love joy is my current obsession who's songs have been my 'current' obsession for the past 5 or 6 months :> but its Concrete - Lovejoy

✏️ Of course my man, they're just really cringe

😏 Holy shit back tf up but yeah-

💛 Yeah ! On both ears

🐰 Uuuh- Maybe like their personality or how they act around people/ friends/ family etc

🍪 Oh deffo chocolate chip.. Maybe like throw some salted caramel chunks in there too because SaLtY-

🐶 Dont take this personally but dog.. I just love dogs

🎧 Ear buds cuz I dont have to charge them (charging sucks-)

🌼 And I quote "Bye, Love you" (Why am I going so soft lmao)

🙃 Uuuuuuh- Idk- You cant read in your dreams ?

🦉 Oh night owl, definitely

🧸 Either the couch or the bed ig ?

🏳️‍🌈 Nope

🦋 Really, Fucking, Dumb (/hj uh funny ? secretive, simp ?)

👖 Bro jeans all the way, I hate how sweatpants stick :p

🥤 Very sad cuz we dont have Starbucks in my country :(

🧡 Just like really bright, neon yellow.. Dont really hate it but dont love it either..

💎 Uuuuuuuuuuuuh you probably expecting a cheesy answer but I dont do cheesy unless I absolutely have to- my mom

☕ Fuck- Definitely coffee.. Its just personally easier for me to make

🦖 Uh mammoth, dodo or ground sloth ? (Just googled it lol)

🌙 I would say almost an year (I started reading Merlin fanfics on here on the December of 2022) but I didnt make this account till a lot later

🌴 Food pls.. (Can you tell Im not that smart yet ?)

🐸 I kinda dont know how to but I'll give you a description.. Baggy clothes but a little leaning on the girly side accessories, love just straight up wooden stuff and plain colours (Ik Im doing a shitty job but I genuinely dont know how to describe an aesthetic)

🔮 Pediatrician (Those doctors who treat kids)

💙 Single as a pringle.. Also asian parents so brrr so-

🌿 Just a plain ass baggy gray shirt and a pair of jeans.. I love comfy thats all

🎤 Is this a genuine question lmao ? Yes, I know all the lyrics or sometimes some of them of my favourite songs.. (Full Lyrics = Your New Boyfriend - Wilbur Soot | One Day, Concrete, Normal People Things - Lovejoy | Drivers License, Traitor, Good 4 U, Deja Vu, Happier, Enough for you, Favourite Crime, Jealousy, Jealousy, Hope Ur Okay - Olivia Rodrigo ||

Some of them = Internet Has Ruined Me, I'm in Love with an E-Girl, The Nice Guy Ballad - Wilbur Soot | Portrait of a Blank Slate, Taunt - Lovejoy | Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo)

🤎 A really dark brown that tRanCenDs into a black

💌 Depends on what Im doing.. Whether Im like solving a math question and Im too lazy to write down a long number so I read it out loud so I can remember it or Im, strangely, acting out sort of skit-like stuff..

💄 Tbh no.. I dont like makeup cuz they make me look like Im from the undead lmao-

🌸 "You talk a lot but that's why I love you" Stfu Im not admitting that it was from a Wilbur Chatbot on C. Ai *cries in the corner*

💞 @kimjeonej @edirazirollyx @listenheresweaty @poraphia @haunted-headset

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months ago

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hi lovely,

first off—well done for writing 18k!! that's amazing!!

secondly, just here to say that i promise to read it as soon as i have a free moment (this week is a little hellish for me—i won't lie!)

also, my darling, if you don't mind elaborating, but what position within their society is reader going to occupy? <3 thank you xxx

ANONNNN YOU’RE SO SWEET I MELTED ….. 🥺🥺 you’re so so kind !!! tysm !!!!! so far i’m planning on posting the fic on friday hehe, but take literally all the time that you need!! there’s never any rush <33 (tbh i wouldn’t be surprised if this fic ends up hitting 20k after i’ve finished polishing it so. pls don’t feel pressured to read it if u don’t have time 😭)

and aaaaa it makes me so happy that you’re curious abt the reader!! :’3 i spent a whole bunch of time thinking abt them and their overall role in the story, but honestly a lot of it is purposefully vague….. because i’m more interested in their personality and dynamic with sugu than i am with their Lore…. so not all of it is super well thought out 😭😭

but!! to put it simply!! royalty!reader is described as being the heir of the kingdom (i would’ve gone with prince/princess instead bc those terms carry less weight but it’s extremely important to me that reader is gn :’3), and due to ~certain circumstances~ they aren’t really allowed to venture outside the castle…. partially for the sake of their safety, partially for . Other Reasons. their situation isn’t exactly realistic so pls take it with a grain of salt 😭😭 but it is a plotpoint to the fic!! i picture this particular kingdom as being a bit fractured, and reader’s circumstances are a part of that. they’re spoiled in certain ways, but not in others… and they aren’t very well liked lol . which also plays into how their dynamic w sugu pans out :33 i’m soooo fond of them they’re my babies

TYSM FOR ASKING ANON…… this helped me make sense of a lot of details in my head!! i appreciate u <33

#if u decide to read the fic then i sincerely hope u enjoy it hehe #im gonna try to make it as good as possible!!!!#i looveeeeee this reader i really do…… im a bit worried that they wont end up very self-insertable since they have a distinct personality #but i still think it’ll be easy to identify with them for most….. and to me colourful readers are more enjoyable anyhow #ty again anon <33 sending u fuzzy warm vibes!!!#ask tag ✩

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februaryberries · 4 years ago

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WAIT OK something i thought of that could potentially be incredibly stupid because i have -3 braincells so nobody come for me BUT, ok im 1000% on the give chloe a redemption arc train i think she rlly could have one n i think it would b rlly cool n i’ve been reading a lot of posts abt ml n such n like,,,, shes regressing rn shes almost worse than before but, theres still a few more seasons so like, we still could get a redemption arc. i mean thinking abt the most icon redemption arc of zuko in atla like there was a point where we thought he was gonna be a good guy and then he betrayed them in ba sing se and then later on actually joined them but not even for a full season. so like what if we have something similar w chloe? i’m not saying it will be well done or anything and also idk much abt thomas n shit but i think potentially this is her getting worse before it gets better? like she made this big mistake of working w hawk moth bc she wanted a miraculous so badly, but like she was showing potential to be a better person we know shes capable of it, and this thing w adrien is like one of the final pushes i think. she’s going to have to reevaluate her behavior and decide to become a better person but i think she is capable of it in her own chloe way. idk im hopeful, and if she does end up just being turned into evil little rich girl i will simply ignore it and live in my world where she has a redemption arc LMAO

#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #chloe burgeois redemption #pls no salt here i am baby

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rogerina-is-hotter-than-me · 2 years ago

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Master of Puppets: Eddie Munson x reader (NSFW)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Eddie being a dom, bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls)

Synopsis: Eddie won’t give you what you want unless you say the magic word…

A/N:

I am back and thirsting after Eddie, our designated Favourite White Boy of the month. I’m not sure if anyone who follows me is still active on here but if you are I’ve missed you and I’ve missed this blog. Hope you’re all doing well. Enjoy! <3

Trailer trash.

That’s what your parents called him. And here you were, in his trailer, which was indeed full of trash—landslides of broken cassettes and heaps of unfolded black clothes mostly—yet the man before you was anything but. He sat on top of his speaker, one leg propped up, guitar resting on his thigh, fingers plucking ponderously, tenderly at the strings. Golden afternoon light suffused through his long hair, giving him an almost haloish glow. His brow was furrowed in focus, his lips moving soundlessly as he thought through the next riff, fingers masterfully repeating the refrain. You would never tell him this, because his ego didn’t need further inflation, but in that moment, he was godlike.

He wrinkled his nose—a sign that he wasn’t satisfied—and leaned over to pick up a pen. He took the lid off with his mouth.

‘How’s it going?’ you asked. Before he could answer, you dove forwards and tried to snatch the sheet of paper he was writing on. Eddie was quicker than you.

‘Not yet, sweetheart,’ he said with a grin, holding the paper out of reach. You sighed.

‘How much longer is it going to take?’

His smile widened. ‘Are you jealous?’ he asked mockingly, taking your chin between his finger and thumb. Your pulse quickened as he pulled your face close to his.

‘Maybe,’ you said, trying not to sound breathless. ‘A little.’

Eddie sucked in through his teeth. He set the papers behind him. ‘Can’t have my girl feeling jealous, can I?’ He closed the gap between you, pushing his mouth onto yours. A moan you hadn’t realised you were holding slipped out as he kissed you deeply, moving his hand from your chin to your throat. You gasped at the sudden coolness of his rings against your neck, and as your mouth fell open, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, groaning slightly as his tongue worked over yours. You kissed him greedily, sloppily. His mouth tasted of salt, yours of lipstick. He pulled away, then moved back and bit your bottom lip. A sharp shudder went through you as his teeth sank deeper, a shock that seemed to ignite your whole body. Your nipples hardened, keening involuntarily towards him as he released your bottom lip with a pop and attacked the side of your neck instead.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured, breath hot and ragged against your skin. He kissed your throat, forcing your head back against the bed, and sucked hard. You cried out, unsure whether you were feeling pleasure or pain, but not wanting him to stop either way. You could feel him smiling as he bit the skin, loving how you squirmed beneath him. His necklaces dangled down over your chest, his newly-calloused hands moving down the length of your body.

‘Please,’ you whimpered, thighs squeezed tightly together. You pulled his long hair, pushing his face down between your breasts. He turned his eyes up to you, mouth curled into a cocky grin.

‘Please what, baby?’ he said. His hands slid under your shirt, surprisingly cool, and cupped your breasts. You grunted, head tossed back against the pillow.

You weren’t going to say it, not now, not yet. It was borderline pathetic how quickly you had melted at his touch, but you were far from yielding to him completely.

‘Eddie,’ you breathed. He pulled a face, the same face he had pulled when he was struggling with his riff, and released your breasts.

‘Please,’ you said, with a degree more impatience than before. Eddie had sat back on his haunches, watching your chest rise and fall with laboured breaths. ‘Please,’ you said again. Then, with no warning, Eddie grabbed your hips, pushed back one of your legs and slotted himself between them.

‘Please what, sweetheart?’ he said innocently. You bit your lip hard, savouring the feeling of him between your legs, his hardness rubbing your clothed cunt through his jeans. ‘What’s the magic word?’

Fuck, he’s such an asshole.

He rutted his hips against yours, the rough denim burning deliciously against your pulsing clit. He grunted, quickening his pace, causing you to part your legs even further. ‘That’s it,’ he panted, as your hips rose to meet his, grinding your clit against his stiff cock. Your hands fluttered desperately to his muscular thighs, squeezing hard, willing him to give you more friction. All of a sudden, he stopped.

You whimpered in frustration, releasing your grip on his legs. He smiled down at you, cock throbbing at how needy and desperate you were, and leaned over your body. ‘What’s the magic word?’ he whispered, kissing your jaw. You pursed your lips together, as though afraid the word would jump out before you could stop yourself. He mouthed at your throat, and, pushing your shirt up over your breasts, licked between them, kissing a trail down to your trembling stomach. He pinched the skin just above your pubic bone between his teeth, causing you to cry out, then planted a hand just above it to stop you from wriggling. ‘Stay still,’ he said darkly, before continuing to suck you, nipping sharply and then soothing the bruised skin with his hot tongue.

He moved further down, gently parting your thighs. He hummed in satisfaction at the sight of your cunt, wet and ready for him. His fingers flickered teasingly between your legs, just brushing you, and your hips stuttered upwards, desperate for more. ‘Ah-ah-ah,’ he chided, pinning your hips back onto the bed with one hand. ‘Did I say you could move, baby?’ You could only shake your head.

Tentatively, you moved your hands down until they were lightly grazing his hair, afraid that he would pull back again if you were too assertive. His breath was hot against your soaked pussy. Fuck, what you wouldn’t give for him to devour your cunt with his tongue. Instead, he licked a slow stripe up your inner thigh, punctuating it with kisses and small nicks. You were practically shaking by the time he finally reached your cunt, only for him to pull back and move onto the other thigh.

You could hardly hide your frustration anymore. As he licked a ticklish trail along your pubic bone, you whined. He smiled up at you. ‘I just want to make you feel good,’ he said. The deep vibrations of his voice meant that it took a second for you to realise what he had actually said. He planted a feather-light kiss on your clit. You squirmed are the contact. ‘Let me take care of you baby. You want that, don’t you?’

You nodded, fighting the urge to thrust your hips into his face.

‘Tell me you want it.’

‘I, I want it.’

‘Then you know what you need to do.’

‘Yes,’ you said weakly.

He flattened his tongue against your pussy, licking upwards until the tip of his tongue was circling your clit. It took everything in you not to moan. ‘Yes what?’

Fuck.

‘Yes… yes sir.’

He closed his lips over your clit, sucking hard for a second or two before releasing it. You clenched emptily, desperate for stimulation. ‘Almost,’ he said. ‘Try again.’ He looked up at you, eyebrow cocked, necklace hanging down.

You said nothing. He sighed. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘You asked for it.’ And he flipped you over, onto your stomach, so your body was stretched out over his knee. Out of habit, you pressed your wrists together, used to being bound in this position. You could feel how hard he was underneath you, and wanted nothing more than to trace the outline with your fingers, to start jerking him through the fabric, to make him beg for once. Eddie hiked up your skirt in one hand, smoothing the other over your ass.

‘Fuck me,’ he muttered to himself, squeezing the perfect skin. ‘You’re beautiful, baby.’ The first slap came down unexpectedly, causing your whole body to jerk. ‘It’s a shame you’re such a brat.’

You sucked air in through your teeth, determined not to moan. The second slap came down harder, the sting only augmented by his rings. You bit your bottom lip, focusing on keeping quiet as the sharp, pink pain dulled into a throbbing ache, one that was syncopated with the one between your legs. ‘Say it,’ Eddie whispered. He smacked again, this one causing you to cry out, your entire body pitching forwards. ‘It’s okay to give in, baby.’

Your heart was racing, hands balled into fists.

Smack.

‘Please m—’ you started, stopping to catch yourself. The sound of your own voice, so fucked-out and weak, surprised you.

Smack.

Eddie smoothed his hand over your buttocks, rubbing in circles. Your thighs trembled at the intensity. You had to give in soon, your body was literally screaming to be filled.

Smack.

‘Please master!’

Eddie stopped, lowering his raised hand slowly. He rubbed the marks he had left on your ass, leaning down to kiss the small of your back. ‘Good girl,’ he praised. ‘Lie on your back.’

You did as you were told, and, knowing the ropes, pushed your wrists together and raised both arms. ‘So good for me,’ Eddie murmured, kissing your mouth as he clicked the handcuffs into place. You spread your legs, literally throbbing for him, as he kneeled in front of you, fumbling with his belt. Your heart skipped a beat as he impatiently tugged down his boxers. His cock twitched before resting against his stomach, stiff and already glazed with pre-cum. Your mouth watered as he took it in his hand. Eddie’s head rolled back, a sigh leaving his lips as he stroked himself, the head of his cock just inches away from your glistening pussy. ‘Fffuck,’ he hissed, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip.

He crawled on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours. He moaned into the kiss, deepening it until both your mouths were open wide, tongues slipping hotly over one other. His hand moved blindly above your head, towards your already bound wrists, and he closed his grip over you, the handcuffs jangling against his metal bedframe like loose change. His other hand moved to your thigh, lifting your leg until it was over his shoulder. He leaned in, causing a delicious, aching stretch in the muscles of your thigh, jutting his needy hips against your hot, wet opening.

‘Good girl,’ he said again. You could taste yourself on his lips. The hand that was squeezing your wrists was brought down between you. Eddie grasped his cock, guiding it towards your pussy, lazily rubbing the head through your soaking folds.

‘Master,’ you pleaded, as the velvety flesh of his cock rubbed against your aching clit. You abandoned all restraint. ‘Please fuck me.’

Eddie was harder than he’d ever been, hearing you say that. He lowered his body fully over yours, kissing your bruised throat. ‘Well,’ he said. ‘Since you asked so nicely…’

You both groaned as he slid inside you, filling you up so perfectly that it was an effort not to cum straight away. ‘So tight,’ he grunted. ‘So wet and tight.’ His hips began moving, his hot thickness sliding in and out of you. You tried to meet his thrusts, trying to keep him inside you when he pulled out, but the handcuffs prevented you from stretching that far. They clanged traitorously against the headboard, constricting the blood flow to your hands. ‘Careful baby,’ Eddie said, noticing that your arms were strained. He scooted back, allowing you more comfort, and continued his slow, deep thrusts.

You gasped as he stretched you out, relishing the thick base of his cock as he pushed in as deeply as possible. His breath caught in his throat, something so close to a whimper that he immediately coughed to cover it. ‘Fuck,’ he breathed, taking your breasts in his hands. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful… my pretty girl…’

His words became more strained as he began pounding you, your hips slapping together with each thrust. He shifted his hands until they were just above your stomach, watching the bulge of his cock shift as he fucked you. Shockwaves flourished through your body. You gripped the headboard, needing something to counteract the snap of his narrow hips.

‘Fuck me,’ you panted, your cock-drunk voice making him even closer. ‘Fuck me master.’

‘Fuck,’ Eddie bottomed out before slamming back into you in one brutal thrust. He rubbed your clit in savage circles, trying to synchronise it with his deep thrusts. Your walls tightened around him, causing him to release a filthy moan. He took your leg onto his shoulder, needing to be deeper inside you. When he pushed himself in this time it was different; he was hitting your g-spot. You groaned, creaming around him as he hit your sweet spot again and again.

‘Gonna cum,’ you whimpered.

‘Good—good girl,’ Eddie replied, breath stammering. He looked down, groaning at the sight of his soaked shaft sliding in and out of your cunt. His fingers found your swollen clit again, causing the ache in your lower belly to throb. ‘Cum for me. Cum for your master. Good girl, good girl, cum for me.’

Warmth flooded your body. You threw your head back and moaned, not caring if anyone heard, not caring what anyone thought, only caring about Eddie, about the magic he could evoke with his fingers, his thick cock. ‘Tha—t’s it,’ Eddie growled, feeling your cunt tighten and spasm around him. He spread your legs wider, fucking you through your high, his thrusts growing sloppy, desperate. ‘I’m gonna cum,’ he panted, losing all rhythm, fucking you like an animal.

‘Cum on me,’ you said. ‘Please, I want to watch.’

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his panting getting pitcher, almost whining. He planted one arm by your head, so deep inside you that you could see the bulge shifting in your abdomen. With one final, filthy grunt he pulled out of you, emptying himself over your thighs, your belly, your breasts, even as far as your chin. Your pussy throbbed as he coated you in hot ribbons of cum, the tip of his soaked cock red and twitching, his lithe, tattooed chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

When he was finished, he leaned over you again, kissing you on the forehead. You pulled against your restraints, wanted to kiss him back, properly.

‘Are you going to leave me like this?’ you asked, watching as he tugged his jeans back on. Eddie shrugged.

‘Maybe,’ he said. Then, snatching up the sheet of half-finished lyrics: ‘you can be my muse.’

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hello. i am a dedicated hanner. as such, here are my reactions to every husband!han point 😇🙏 thank you so much for this ate keisy ily <3 to the others, pls take this with a grain of salt and look away 👉👈

first of all, CHOKING HAZARD???? but second of all, thats ☺️ so ☺️ cute ☺️ i ☺️ might ☺️ bash ☺️ my ☺️ head ☺️ into ☺️ a ☺️ wall ☺️

i would actually bawl my eyes out if my husband made me a whole song for our wedding day so liKE JISUNG BABE PLEASE GIVE ME A CHAN-

stop ,,, im a bit bossy when im tired so that would be lowkey my dream but oh 💔 someone doing stuff for me bcs they want to is so endearing 💔 hannie ilysm 💔

CUDDLES !!! HOME BUDDY !!! my brain is WIRED to like that stuff. in conclusion, jisung should marry m-

PLEASE HE WOULD BE SO SMUG ABT IT TOWARDS THE MEMBERS I FEEL LIKE... go on and brag about me bb im urs 😚💓 lets be clout chasers together jk

me and him could have a karaoke battle on a random wednesday morning (afternoon maybe .... idk if we're willingly awake so early oof) and i'd be the happiest person on earth. therefore, i would be a great wife to ji-

ngl i lowkey feel like hyunjin could be a parasite in our house (endearingly) 🧍‍♀️ like in a way i could see him being at the living room at the most random hours just being like hey glad ur here. anw i ate ur leftovers btw (i would let him tbf)

I AM SO SCARED TO FIGHT WITH JISUNG TBH. it would be so heated but then become cold af right after ... then we end up crying together bye

dw baby i'll let myself lose if its u 🥰 so lets actually get marri-

DAWNT PLS.... CRYING JISUNG IS MY WEAKNESS LIKE I WOULD FOLD RIGHT AWAY 😓😓😓😓

what i would give to experience this. just cuddling in comfortable silence. with jisung. oh my head 😵‍💫

OK BABE THATS 2/3 OF MY LOVE LANGUAGES THIS CAN WORK OUTTTTT

"be bbama's mother" he said. "i wont get jealous of our child" he said.

i would do that. i would totally do that. that sounds like something i would actually do. jisung i will get down on one kne-

CHEESECAKE WARRIORS RISE !!! 💯💯

he triggers my cuteness aggression so bad whenever i see him eat i just want to take care of him and actually LEARN how not to be a menace in the kitchen just so i can feed him and watch him eat and fawn over him and compliment him and admire him and see him happy and see him full-

he has oversized clothing too... king thats OUR wardrobe now 😎

I LOVE. I LOVE LOVE LOVE. HIS DEEP VOICE SO MUCH. IT SCRATCHES SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE MY BRAIN THAT JUST MAKES ME HAPPY WHENEVER I HEAR IT. I GO FERAL OVER DEEP VOICE JISUNG.

with that face? oh babe i would find ways to kiss u all the time u dont even know my confused quokka. fuck pls marry m-

nooooooo 💔💔💔💔 napping with jisung 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 im in shambles that i cant do it irl im gonna pop a nerve

HING. IM GONNA SOB. YES PLS PLS PLS I WANT IT SO BAD HNGGGHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

i feel like i would spoil him a lot too 😓 i like giving gifts... let's just spoil each other jisung

IF ITS U???? LETS HAVE A SOCCER TEAM IF U WANT BAE !!! but my thoughtful king 😿💗 oh ilysm

tbh jisung's vows to me feels like they would be so poetic yknow??? im actually getting jealous of who he ends up w irl cz wow if i dont get that hozier vow level treatment im gonna commit a katy perry hot and cold mv.

ok bae, thats supposed to be MY lines 🤨🫵

this is so perfect. imma sob myself to sleep. thank you ate keisy.

husband!han

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Husband Han who asked the baker and chef to put the ring inside the cake. You thought it was kind of old school and yet you cried when you saw the ring. He went down on one knee in front of the crowd as the waiter/waitresses came for assistance. “Will you be the mother of Bbama?” “Yes!”

Husband Han who wrote a song that he’d use on the day of his wedding proposal. The lyrics consist of words about his feelings, how deep his love is for you, how thankful he is, and how you are his favorite person apart from his Minho hyung. He went on the small stage of the restaurant and grabbed a small piece of paper so he wouldn’t forget what he had written.

Husband Han whom you can order around. He complains but still does whatever you ask for. Sometimes he just obeys quietly or if he’s in the mood, he looks like a kid who’s happy to help his parents with that adorable and proud smile plastered on his face.

Husband Han who loves to stay home and watch your favorite movies then proceeds to cuddle you all day. He also buys things that will serve good for your convenience and cause less effort. He is a home buddy for a reason.

Husband Han who is happy as a clam when you visit him while he’s at work especially when you bring him and his members with a ton of food.

Husband Han who is a loud introvert and hits high notes effortlessly on a random Wednesday morning.��

Husband Han who overreacts, and screams at any small inconvenience when he gets a chance. Hyunjin would be the one to cover his mouth because his ears suffer the most.

Husband Han who has a lot of feelings and takes everything to heart (playfully) during a nonsense argument and will say some things nonstop until both of you just laugh them off. Yet also the type to be calm and straightforward that would pierce your heart if it’s serious especially when he does have a point.

Husband Han who sometimes doesn’t listen to you and is stubborn.

Husband Han who apologizes hours later after thoroughly thinking of what he did or said wrong during the fight. He would hug you tightly when he sees you crying and say “I love you” instead of “I’m sorry.”

Husband Han who listens attentively to your worries and gives you useful advice. If he feels like you don’t want to hear anything and just sit there in silence, he will hold your hand or bring you into his arms while kissing the crown of your head.

Husband Han whose love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation (through the songs he wrote).

Husband Han who gets jealous when you pay too much attention to BBama instead of him. He would sulk at the corner and refuse to talk unless you baby him until he decides to forgive you.

Husband Han who gets sentimental when sad so you let him lay on you and bury his face on your neck while you hum his favorite tune or just play with his hair while whispering some things that he needs to hear. He loves it when you do that.

Husband Han who loves cheesecakes especially when you’re the one who made them. He’d devour them immediately with some iced coffee he got from Seungmin.

Husband Han who gets round when he eats something or just mainly his cheeks are the cutest that you want to kiss, pinch, or suddenly goes nom nom nom.

Husband Han who doesn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loves them on you.

Husband Han whose voice you want to listen to all night after a long day because it’s soothing to hear and brings you comfort, especially when he is talking softly and in a gentle manner.

Husband Han who gets undeniably shy when you kiss him, especially when you’re in public. He is all giddy and a blushing mess, expect to make out with him when you get home.

Husband Han who can sleep everywhere that you get jealous but he would ask you first if you want to cuddle until you fall asleep in whatever comfortable place you’re at.

Husband Han who texts or calls you before going home from work just to ask how your day went and if you want him to buy something. Sometimes you do it the other way around. It’s a must in this marriage.

Husband Han who spoils you a lot.

Husband Han who respects whatever decision you make, especially when it comes to the thought of having kids. Just like anyone else, he doesn’t pressure you and wait until you’re the first one to initiate the topic.

Husband Han who promised to love you and never leave until death do you part.

Husband Han who thinks that having you in his life is the greatest gift he could ever have and the best thing that ever happened.

Husband Han whom you love, protect, and spend the rest of your life with along with Bbama.

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#my compatibility with jisung is a bit on the fence irl #cz i think we act too much alike it could clash?#BUT IM SO DETERMINED #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHAT DO YALL EVEN KNOW #this was so great ate keisy (sobs)#cielle's recs — 🍾 !#headcanons.hanji 🐿️˝

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