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HIIII I THINK REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN! in that case can I have something about celebrating your birthday with the pines and co :3 LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! It inspired me to start writing my own gf things, thank you!

Mable's Surprise Birthday Special

Platonic! Pines Family x Reader

★ BIRTHDAYYY!! FANFICC!!

★ its funny cuz u requested like a day after my bday and then a day before the twins bday like what a perfect timing!!

★ tw: fiddleauthor im kidding i love them sm i had to put fiddleford here

★ 4,5k words

★ gn!reader

★ a silly cute fic!!! i hc soos is a really good baker

★ req r still open!

“Welcome to Mable’s Birthday Special!” Mable noisily raved directly into the camera that she set up on a stand. “Now, I know what you’re thinking. Mable, it isn’t your birthday! And you’re correct on that. But it’s a special someone's birthday!” She plopped herself on her pink chair, pulling out a large colorful book from below and slamming it on the table. Clouds of glitter powdered the air, a fit of coughs spewing out of her mouth. “Agh, glitter attack!” She croaked out, swatting away the sparkling glitter with her hand. 

Now covered in rainbow glitter, she broadly smiled at the camera. “Now, what was I saying?” She pondered out loud, tapping her chin as she looked up. “Oh!” She jumped up, looking back down at the book that was labeled ‘[Name]’s Birthday Ideas’. 

“My siblings birthday is today!” She opened the book, flipping through an assortment of pages before stopping and striking her hand down on a certain page. “Believe or not, this is all the data I collected on [Name] so I can properly throw a birthday party extravaganza!” She leaned forward, passion flowing out of her. “And today, we are going to throw the best party ever.” 

The footage unexpectedly cuts to another shot where she, Dipper and Wendy were decorating the living room and kitchen. “Hello, my fellow Mabelins!” She feverishly waves at the camera. “We are in the living room!” Dipper peeks his head into frame, his eyebrows furrowing. “Mabelins?” He repeats slowly. “Yeah! Mabelines. That’s what I call my fans.” She motions to the camera. “Mable, no one is going to see this.” Dipper blankly said, rearranging the party streamers in his hand so they wouldn’t get tangled. “Dude, don’t say that. That’ll totally ruin her spark!” Wendy tittered, taping individual letters one by one on the wall. 

“But it’s true. Who’s actually going to sit down and watch Mabel’s videos?” Dipper remarked, taking a measured step up on the chair then onto the table. “[Name] is definitely gonna see this after the party.” Mable leaned in closer to the camera, whispering: “Brothers, am I right?” 

Grabbing the camera, she aimed it at Dipper who was jumping up from the table, trying to stick up the party streamers on the ceiling. Zooming in on him, she spoke in an Australian accent. “And now, we have an orangutan in his natural habitat.” 

Dipper grumbled, stomping his foot down on the wobbly table. “Mab–Ahp!” Dipper fell, taking the table along with him. Mable howled out in laughter, running towards him and capturing him twitching painfully on the floor. “Woah, dude. Are you okay?” Wendy got on one of her knees, helping up Dipper from the ground. Dipper quietly fussed under his breath, sending a deadly glare to Mable who wasn’t even paying attention, too wrapped up in her laughing frenzy. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks, Wendy.” He dusts himself, picking up the discarded party streamers from the floor. “I’ll hang these up for you, dude. Don’t worry.” She takes the streamers from Dipper’s hand, much against his protests. “I can do them, Wendy. It’s okay!” He watched enviously as Wendy grabbed a chair and stood on it, taping the streamers randomly around the ceiling. “There!” She hops off the chair, putting her hands on her hips and admiring her work. “Now Dipper won’t have to be sent to the hospital on [Name]’s birthday.” 

Dipper sighed out, grabbing a bowl of confetti and sprinkling it all over the floor to make a confetti runway. “Thanks so much, Wendy.” A glum look fell on his face and Mable couldn’t help herself and zoom in on his face. “Poor Dip. Too short for his own good.” Bringing her hand in front of the camera, she waves at it. “I’ll see you in the next part!” 

The footage cuts off to Ford in his red turtle sweater and black jeans, an apron that says ‘Kiss the Chef’ adorning his waist. She aims the camera up at his face. “Say, Grunkle Ford. What are we making today?” 

Uneasily smiling at the camera, he hurriedly stirred the batter. Some splattered out of the bowl and landed on the counter. “We are making a cake!” He tried to sound chipper but he couldn’t hide the distressed look on his face. Oblivious to his stress, she backs up, showing the messy countertop. Batter dripped from the counter and onto the floor where a little goopy pile had been ever so slowly festering. And upon further inspection, Ford had clumps of batter and flour stuck to hair. The white powder was dusted in streaks on his face and clothes. 

“And who’s we?” She spun around for dramatic effect, making her own drumming effects. “Pumpkin, what are you doin’?” Stan walks in, walking past the spinning Mabel and peering his eyes over to the cooking cake in the oven. She stops nowhere near Stan and has to turn back around to show Stan in the frame. “This is my Grunkle Stan! Twin brother of my Grunkle Ford–,” She zooms in on their faces. “--If you couldn’t tell!” 

“Ford, the cake isn’t risin’.” He grabs a mitten and opens the oven. A blast of black smoke wafted into his face. “What?” Ford drops the bowl onto the messy counter, walking over to Stan who was coughing like a maniac while waving the mitten around to disperse the cloud of smoke. “How is it not rising? We added baking powder into the cake, didn’t we?” He snatches the mitten from Stan and slips it on. Grabbing the steaming pan, he placed it on the counter. “Is it supposed to be that color?” Stan grimaces at the muddied charcoal black cake. “How is the consistency still the same an hour later!” Ford scooped the slimy goo and watched it grossly plop back down on the pan. “Who’s taste testing the cake?” Mable curiously asked. Ford and Stan looked at each other before sticking their hand out, yelling, “Not it!” 

The clip cuts to Ford and Stan violently spewing out the cake into the sink or trash can. “What are we doing wrong!” Stan forced out through gags. “I don’t know!” Ford heaves out into the sink. “What’s goin’ on?” Fiddleford saunters into the chaotic kitchen with Soos following behind him. “Hey, dudes!” He waves at Ford and Stan who are still coughing into the sink and trash can. “Hey, Grunkle Fiddleford! Hey, Soos!” Mable turned the camera over to the newcomers. 

Fiddleford stepped into the kitchen, careful with where he put his feet down and went over to Ford’s side. He put his hand on Ford’s back and moved his hand up and down in a comforting manner. “Darlin’, what in the hell happened here?” 

“Me and Stan tried making cake.” The mention of cake has Ford’s stomach churning once again. “Oh, yikes.” He breathes out, teeth bared. “Hun, why don’t ya sit down with Stan? Me and Soos can handle this, right Soos?” Soos’s head perks up at hearing his name. “Yeah! We can make a pizza cake out of real pizza with like, ten layers!” Stan cringes. “That doesn’t sound right.” 

Stan sweetly smiles at Fiddleford. “Thank you, my love.” Fiddleford matches his smile, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Ewww!!” Mable shields the camera with the palm of her hand. “Cover yer eyes, Mable!” Fiddleford laughs. “You don’t have to ask me twice!” 

Another clip plays and it's Mable marveling at a beautifully made and decorated tall 8 layered cake. “Now this is how you make a cake!” She dips her finger towards the cake to snag a bit of frosting when she was scooped up by Stan. “No, you don’t!” He moves her away from the cake, placing her back down on the floor. “I feel like out of all the people here, I thought you’d be so strict on not letting anyone touch or eat cake.” 

“I just grow weak in the knees when I see a cake as beautiful as that one.” Mable stared at it starry eyed. “Alright, that’s enough of that.” His hand flop around the camera as he attempts to find the turn off button. “Okay, so how can I turn this o–” 

The next clip is Soos delightfully munching on cake with Mable beside him. “We just couldn’t resist!” Mable says with her mouth full of cake. “I just wanted some cake, dude!” 

Footsteps approach the kitchen and both Mable and Soos look at each other with fear stricken on their faces. Jumping off the chair, she grabs her plate of cake and shoves it into her sweater. Soos shoves the whole piece into his mouth, smearing the frosting and cake crumbs all over his mouth. 

“Grunkle Ford, have you seen my–” Dipper stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the marvelous cake. “Is this the cake I heard Grunkle Fiddleford talk about?” He whispers, his eyes looking over to Mable and Soos who were rigid statues. 

“This thing?” Mable jabs a thumb in its general direction. “I have no idea what this is!” She nervously laughs out, pieces of crumbled cake sludge out of her sweater and plops down on the floor. “Righhhtt…” Dipper takes a step back. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He sends a cautionary glance at Soos and Mable before walking out. “Phew!” Soos wipes his forehead with his forearm. “That was close, wasn’t it?” 

“Super close.” She grabs on a piece of cake that was in her sweater and munches on it. She offers one out to Soos who happily takes it and shovels it into his mouth. 

The clip choppily jumps to the entrance door to the gift shop. “Stan went out to grab [Name] cause we kinda left them alone in the mall. Sorry not sorry [Name]! But he’s getting them over here, so any minute they’re going to come in here!” Mable whispers to the camera. She’s hiding behind a can of monster eyes, the camera very obviously on top of the canisters. “Dipper is hiding in a box full of plastic peanuts. Soos is behind the counter with Wendy, they have party poppers in their hands. Fiddleford and Ford are in the living room. They’re act two.” She brought up two fingers and wiggled them. 

Distance voices could be heard coming from outside the shack. “They’re here, they’re here!” She loudly whispers. 

“Who’s idea was it to leave me in the mall?” Mable you ask. She snickered quietly and pointed at herself, the culprit of the idea. “We didn’t leave you at the mall? We were there with you.” Stan terribly lied and you saw right through it. “Grunkle Stan, I don’t know why you lie so much.” 

The knob of the door jostles a bit, altering everyone that they were here before it opened. “Why is it so dark–” 

“Surprise!” Popping noises came from Soos and Wendy and clumped up colorful strings fell on top of your head. Dipper tripped out of the box full of peanuts, running over to give you a self-Mable made birthday sash. “Oh!” You grab the sash, slinging it around you with a chuckle. “What is all of this?” 

“Happy birthday!” Mable popped out from behind the cans, camera in hand. “Say hello to the camera [Name]!” You gave a shy wave. “Was this the reason why I was left behind at the mall?” You remove the colorful strings off your hair and throw it at Stan who sputters in surprise. “Yeah! And there’s one last surprise.” 

“Happy Birthday!” Ford and Fiddleford jump out of the living room doorway into the gift shop, blowing a party horn into your face. 

“OH MY–” 

The frame freezes on you midway screaming for a second before it switches to a whole new piece of footage where Ford is covering your eyes, blindly leading you into the kitchen where your eaten cake resides. “Okay, ready?” Ford looks at you, a huge excited smile playing at his lips. “No, not really.” 

Ford ignores you and peels back his hands and bestows you the beautiful sight of your unnaturally tall wobbling cake. “That’s a really tall cake.” You watch it dangerously wobble to the side. “Is the cake supposed to be wobbling?” You ask, looking around to see everyone’s mortified faces and two stray guilt stricken expressions. “What? That’s ain’t supposed to be happenin’…”  

Fiddleford approaches the cake and oggles it, his eyes landing on a certain spot on the backside of the cake, a wave of fury flashes on his face before he calms himself down and very sweetly smiles at the little crowd gathered in the kitchen. 

The camera catches Mable’s nervous gulp. 

“Who was takin’ big chomps of the cake me and Soos made?” His voice betrayed his sweet smile with how snappy he sounded. 

“Wasn’t me. I was with Dipper decorating.” Wendy coolly said. “Y-Yeah! We were.” Dipper solidifies his alibi, eyes locking with Mable’s anxious ones. “You can’t point any fingers at me! I was real busy gettin’ [Name] back from the mall.” Stan lifted his hands up defensively. “Again, out of all the options, why mall?” You grumbled under your breath. 

“I was with you the whole time, Fidds.” Fiddleford smiled at Ford, his voice sickeningly sweet when he spoke to Ford. “I know, hun.” Then he changes back to finding the culprits who ate his cake. “He’s really serious about that cake we ate.” Soos spoke into Mabel’s ear loudly. Fiddleford’s gaze locked down onto Mable and Soos.

“Mable, sweetheart. Could ya quit recordin’ just for a quick second.�� 

The footage cuts to a somber Mabel sitting in a cold desolate corner with Soos on the other end. “I got put in the naughty corner! What is this joke!” Mable threw her hands up in the air dramatically, having them flop down to her sides with a loud melodramatic sigh. 

“It’s only just for a bit, pumpkin! After we set up the table you’ll be back here! Same goes for you, Soos!” Stan’s gruff spoke from the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks Mr. Pines!” 

“Ugh, we shouldn’t have ever eaten that cake.” Mable dragged a heavy hand down her face, pulling at it. Soos’s stomach roared in hunger. A laugh leaves Soos, his attention turning to Mable. “Do you still have some of that cake in your sweater? I’m kinda hungry.” 

“I think so? Let me check.” She digs her hand into her shirt and pulls out a clump of cake that had strands of hair and sweater fuzz on it. “Our last one.” Mable whispered dejectedly. 

“Mable, do you have your camera?” Ford peeks his head out of the kitchen to see Mable handing a mysterious ball to Soos, the camera in front of her. “You’re not supposed to have this, missy.”

“I know.” She frowns deeply when Ford snatches up her pink glitter camera. Ford fumbles with it a bit, the last shot before the scene switched was Soos taking a hearty bite of the ball of cake.

“Is this thing working?” Stan’s voice spoke from behind the camera. “Yeah, it’s working.” Wendy confirmed, tapping at the blaring red light to signal its recording. “Today is [Name]’s birthday! Right, sweetie?” He accidentally shoves the camera right at your face.

“Woah, okay!” You giggled, carefully pushing Stan away from you. “It is my birthday. I think you all are more excited about it than me.” 

Wendy walks over to you with a party hat in hand. “It's like you’re asking for us to forget it.” She hands you the hat. “If any of you ever forget my birthday, you will not hear the end of it!” You glared at everyone, pointing at them in a smooth motion with your party hat.

“They’re not kidding, guys.” Dipper’s eyes have a distant traumatized look to them. “I have seen it firsthand.” Stan added, flipping the camera to his traumatized face before flipping it back onto you. 

You snap the party hat on you with a smile. “I feel stupid being the only one with a party hat.” You walk over to the box full of party hats and grab an armful of party hats. “Tune in and find out if I’m able to put party hats on everyone!” You make a swooshing noise as your hand descends on the camera, palm covering the lens. 

“Stan, that’s when you stop record—“ 

The next set of footage had everyone, even the ones who were grounded for a short while, all huddled up in a group, party hats on. “I got them to all wear party hats!” You cheered, picking up Waddle’s who innocently trudged into the kitchen. “Even Waddles has one.” You cooed at the pig before putting him back down on the floor. “Okay, everyone disperse! Time to start singin’ happy birthday.” Fiddleford announced. 

Everyone surrounds the decorated table with the wobbling cake. Each shove and push to the table had Fiddleford sucking a nervous breath in.

“Okay, ready?” Ford held up three fingers and started counting down by three. 

The whole room erupted into singing the second all of Ford's fingers were down. “Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to [Name]! Happy birthday to youuuu!”

“Make a wish! Make a wish!” Mable thrummed her hand against the table. The cake shook and trembled and everyone watched with bated breath. 

The cake stills and everyone lets out a sigh of relief. “Welp, wasn’t that close? Am I right?” Stan laughs, slapping his hand on the table. “Stanley!”

The cake plunges down, splattering everyone with its frosting and filling. Silence filled the room. 

Waddles squeaks happily at the delicious treat, feasting on the piece of cake on the floor. You lick around your lips, grabbing a taste of the cake. “Mmm! This is good. Fiddleford, Soos, you guys really did a good job on making the cake!” 

“Thanks [Name]!” Soos is wolfing down a piece of his own cake that had showered all over him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart..” Fiddleford sighed out, plopping his head on Ford’s shoulder. 

“My camera!” Mable cried out, darting over to her camera that was weighing down from heavy frosting. She fortunately caught it in her hand, wiping off the icing with the sleeve of her sweater and accidently turning off the camera. 

The footage clips to the last video Mable took of the day. You were sitting down on a chair, a table full of gift bags and hand wrapped objects filled the table. “We are now opening presents!” Mable exclaimed, chucking a fist full of glitter in the air. “Ah, my eye!” Stan screeched out, sprinting into the kitchen to run water over his eye, bumping into the camera in the process. “Grunkle Stan! Be careful.” Mable held the camera stand, keeping it still. After a few minutes of hearing running water, Stan walks out with an irritated eye. “Open, open!” Mable chanted. 

You pluck a gift from the table, flipping it on its back to read the name sharpied on it. “Okay, the first gift is from…” You squinted, reading it out. “Grunkle Ford!” You show the mysterious gift to everyone. Curious questions left their mouths as you opened the book shape gift. Shedding the last piece of gift wrapper, you saw what you had gotten. “A book on quantum physics?” You let out a pensive ‘hm’. 

“You could never go wrong with math!” He proclaimed, sticking out a finger into the air. You awkwardly laugh. “Yeah, thanks Grunkle Ford.” You look under the table to see Waddle’s resting on his belly. “Here, Waddles. I got a new toy for you.” You whisper, waving the book in front of his face. He brings his snout to the book, sniffing it before letting out a snort. He grabs the book with his mouth and places it down on the floor, he pads around it for a minute and flops down on the book, snuggling into it. 

“Next gift!” You pop your head out from under the table and grab the next gift by its handles. You stuck your hand inside and latched onto something. Pulling it out, you came face to face with a Mystery Shack coupon. You didn’t even need to guess who this was from. “Really Grunkle Stan?” 

“Oh, shut it. There’s one more thing left in there!” 

You place the card on the table and dig your hand back into the bag. You grabbed onto a bottle and took your hand out, your eyes widening at the wine bottle. “Um?” You warily look at Stan whose jaw is dropped on the floor. “Who put that there?” Stan marched over to you and took the bottle of wine from your hand. A few quiet snickers came from Dipper and Mable. “That’s my bottle. You get your own.” 

“Uhm?” You look back down in the gift bag and flip it upside down. A wad of neatly folded cash plopped down on your lap. Your eyes brighten and you look over to Stan who’s smiling proudly to himself. “Is this real cash?” You grab the cash from your lap and inspect the dollar bills. “How in the world would I ever give ya fake money? Put some more faith in your Grunkle!” 

You gleefully put the cash back into the side and place it beside you. “Up next is…” You grab a hold of a large square wrapped in Christmas wrapping. The name Soos was elegantly written on the wrapping paper. “Soos!” 

“Yes!” Soos pumps his fist in the air. “You are going to love it, dude!”

Peeling off the wrapping paper revealed the gift to be your favorite music artist vinyl. “Soos! These are expensive, how did you get this?” 

Soos glanced over to Stan and looked back at you. “I have my ways!” He smiled. 

You put the vinyl in your bag with the cash and moved to the next present. Fiddleford’s gift was next and he had given you a beautiful heartfelt note accompanied with a photo of you, Fiddleford and Ford. You thought that was it when he told you to shake the envelope with a wink. A few couple hundred bucks fell out that had you gasping for air. 

“There’s no way you just copied me, Fidds.” Stan pointed an accusatory finger at him. “We just had the same idea, Stanley.”

“Grunkles, Grunkles! Please, no fighting.” Mable stood in between them, her hands flat against their stomachs. “My gift is next and [Name] needs their full attention on it!” 

Mable’s gift was a conflicting mess. You couldn’t decide if it was cute or oddly weird. She had given you a scrapbook, innocent at first, but opening the book showed that she had been harvesting everyone’s hair and gluing them in the book, crudely making a heart full of hair with your name spelt in cursive on the inside. The pages following had copious amounts of glitter, stickers and the strong scent of glue, but they were pretty normal enough, sharing memories of you, her and Dipper in some pages and then others had the family all together. Then there was a page that had you sit back and question your sister's mental wellbeing. She had a whole page dedicated to candid photos she had snapped of you while you weren’t looking. 

She had a photo of you sleeping, brushing your teeth, talking to Stan, playing ddnmd with Ford and Dipper, etc. And to make it a little more weirder, she had made everyone write little comments of what was their favorite thing in the picture. At least what everyone wrote was normal…

“Mable, thank you very—“ 

“—Go to the last page!”

You flip to the last page that was blank. A puzzled look formed on your face and you opened your mouth to ask Mable what was this when you were pelted with a wave of confetti, glitter and sprinkles. A drawing of everyone holding hands launched out of the book and harmoniously started singing happy birthday. Mable started singing along, busting down her own moves, satisfied with the gift she gave you. 

You were coughing up glitter and confetti for the next few minutes. Stan came up behind you to pluck the stray sprinkles that got caught in your hair. Waddles made the gracious effort to clean the floor by eating the sprinkles and a bit of the confetti.

Dipper’s gift was more sentimental. In a rainbow colored envelope, made by yours truly Mable, was a letter that Mable and him collaborated on and wrote together such a nice letter that you doubted if your younger siblings really had made this themselves. With teary eyes, you opened your arms wide and they didn’t waste a moment to run up to you and jump in your arms. 

“That really sweet, thank you guys.” 

You held them in your arms for a minute or two before they let you go and went back to their spot. 

Wendy’s gift was a nice way to top everything off. Seems like she had roped everyone in it and made this whole poster board full of their favorite moments that you had shared with everyone. Branching from embarrassing ones that some were unfortunately captured by Mabel’s trusty camera to unforgettable beautiful memories.

“Who came up with this idea?” You ask with a laugh, looking at a pinned photo where you were mid horrified face when Stan was cannonballing into the pool. He was halfway in, water already sprouting out and ready to splash you and drown Dipper and Mabel. 

“It was a mix of Grunkle Ford and Mable. They’re surprisingly creative when put together.” Wendy said, jerking a thumb over to Mable high sixing Ford. “You guys really went all out for this, didn’t you?” You smile softly. A mix of playful scoffs and ‘of course!’ filled the room. “Who wouldn’t want to go all out for you?” Stan wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you in a side hug. “I think we might need to drill that into yer head. Yer jus’ full of sugar, who wouldn’t want to give ya such an amazin’ birthday?” Fiddleford affectionately ruffled your hair. 

Ford hugged your other side, slipping a note in your hand. “Is this another sappy note that’s going to make me cry?” Ford chuckles, nodding. “Group hug without us? What is Mable going to say?” Wendy joked. “She’s probably going to kill them.” Dipper laughed. “Who’s killing wh–” She turns around and gasps loudly. “Group hug!” She grabs Soos’s hand and practically hurls herself into the hug. “Dipper, Wendy. Get in here!” They join in on the hug. 

“Happy Birthday [Name].” Dipper tried his best to at least give you a slight hug but everyone was so jumbled up together, all he could do was pat his head against your upper stomach. Everyone else joined in and told you happy birthday. Snuggling further into the hug, you smiled. “Thank you guys.” 

A warning beep rings in the air. “What is that?” Soos asks. Another final warning beep. “Oh my god! My camera!” Mable shuffles out of the hug and darts over to her camera. The frame freezes on Mable reaching out for her camera with everyone staring at the cameras with wide owl eyes. 

Pink glitter mixed in with blue plain text faded into the screen saying ‘Happy Birthday to the best sibling in the world!’ and the video ends. 

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i also posted my first fic on ao3!! it's a fiddleauthor drabble cuz i just love them sm. so if anyone wants to check it out the title of it is Amore Mio Aiutami (Main Theme) n my username barbatoz!! :p i'll only post fiddleauthor and billford over there :3

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HEAR ME OUT: I just read the Jhonny smut and I writhed in happiness, IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME, on the other hand, something now circles my little head at that part "just like Benny taught ya" EHMM????? yeah, I need that.

I BEG YOU CLO

somethin’ of a prequel to this <3 hope u enjoy :’)

the sun’s goodbye is long n’drawn out as she traipses through the sky. she even stops at your place; peeking through the windows, spying on you and benny as you lounge atop your pretty flowery sheets. benny thinks you look like an angel; hair splayed over the pillow, eyes bright, smile soft, but then again an angel surely wouldn't ask what you just did. he goes quiet - too quiet - and now you’re embarrassed. you turn shy at his silence, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, tuggin’ your body into a sitting position, turning your chin toward the ground.

“jus’ wanna be good for ‘em.” you reason in a voice that is no louder than the wind whispering through the window screen n' just audible above the delicate whip of your white curtains. "will you teach me?"

an' there’s somethin' about the vulnerability in your voice that makes benny wanna get closer to you, so he does. you just look so cute, all slouched defeatedly beside him: eyes downcast, lashes fluttering to keep tears away, that he has no choice but to reach out: cuppin' your jaw in his calloused palms, makin' you look at him.

“pretty,” he breathes the nickname johnny calls you n’it feels good; all light and airy on his tongue. the adjective has you sitting up straighter - preening and proud and staring at him wide-eyed and mesmerized. benny doesn’t know how it's possible but his love for you grows; stretchin' over his face in a passive smile. “baby,” he clicks his tongue against his teeth, sucking in a breath. “i jus’ dunno if i can do what you’re askin’.” but he wants to. he really fuckin’ wants to. the mere thought makes him giddy and hard and it shouldn’t because, fuck, regardless of what has happened in the past, you are johnny's girl. n'yeah, sometimes benny doesn't know who he is more jealous of, but that's beside the point. he can't do this - shouldn't want to do this - because johnny isn't here and everything he's done with you has been supervised by the older man. those spit-soaked breathless declarations of love grunted into the plush of your lips was okay'd by johnny. the lingering touches n'drunken late-night cuddles were approved by johnny and surely this isn't what johnny meant when he had benny promise to help you when he was out truckin'. it feels wrong, but benny can't help but see it as an opportunity. what was that his momma was always rattling on about never lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth? maybe the real life equivalent is never turnin’ a pretty girl down when she asks you to teach her to give a fuckin’ handjob.

“jus' wanna watch, s'all." your voice is garbled; shame clogging your windpipe as you shake your head, nuzzling into benny's palm, pressing a kiss to his heartline. "jus' let me watch." those big wet eyes soften as he scrapes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting spit and chapstick on his journey n'he'd love nothing more than to pop the digit in his mouth just to get a taste of you, but he can't. he shouldn't, but then you're movin' closer, naked knees kissin' his, chiffon nightgown riding up your thigh and he knows he's fucked. "johnny'd be okay with it. loves you, y'know? n'plus, you know 'em better than anyone. you'll know what he likes.. what to show me." you're right - of course - benny does know exactly what johnny likes, and, shit - the old man's birthday is comin' up. if benny can teach ya the proper way to jerk a cock then that'd be somethin' of a gift, right? johnny's own gift horse.

he's also never told you no n'doesn't plan on starting now.

“alright,” he concedes. “i’ll help ya.”

your tears have dried, but your nose is still red n'benny can't help but smile at the way excitement practically drips off you as you watch him. you're sitting on your feet at the foot of the bed, hands folded nicely in your lap, waiting oh so patiently.

"what's got you obsessin' over this?" he asks, situating your fluffy pillow behind his head. he's trying to act like he's calm and cool n'not at all like he's about to cum in his fuckin' pants at the mere thought of jerking himself off with you less than three feet away. a soft smile plays your lips, shoulder kissing the underside of your jaw in a shrug.

"jus' feel like i need to get better at it," you have that breathless lilt in your voice - the one benny fuckin' adores - and he's already so hard it hurts. he's already so hard he's embarrassed, but you're such a respectful girl n'your eyes never wander past his neck - not yet anyway. "n'you're so good to me, benny. so good. figured you'd be the best person to ask." his cock twitches at your words, hips jumping at the soft tug of skin on cotton, n'he's ready. knows he won't last if you keep lookin' at him with those bitten-red lips so he goes for it.

"alright," he says. this is fine. "m'gonna - i guess - just - you know."

"touch yourself?" you ask, head cocked to the right like a goddamn puppy and he has to bite back a moan. you're too cute to be sayin' things like that - voice too soft, so sweet.

"yeah," benny nods, swallowing hard. "jus' gonna touch m'self. n'you can watch." he looses a breath, tells himself to calm the fuck down, and centers his attention. "johnny's always liked when ya - you know - press on 'em through his jeans." n'so benny does just that, palm now delivering delicious friction on his cotton covered dick. "never wanna do it too hard, just - fuck - just a little bit of pressure." you hum in acknowledgment, leaning forward just a bit. such a good listener. "s'jus' somethin' you do to get 'em goin' - warm 'em up." but benny is more than warmed up - his engine is fucking overheating - so he quickly moves on, poppin' the button with his thumb and index finger expertly. he slips his ringed hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, grunting at the dull tug of his rough hand against his smooth shaft.

"s'okay?" your voice is so sweet n' sugary that benny wants to sink his teeth into it.

"s'too dry. gotta make sure y've got some kinda lubrication. y'know? makes it nice and slick." like you benny wants to say, but doesn't. he withdrawals his hand, spits into it, and pushes the sloppy mess back into his shorts. "wanna - mm - wanna make sure it's nice and wet, yeah? could hurt 'em if you don't have enough spit on there."

"okay," you repeat, nodding. then, "can - benny can you - maybe, take 'em off? please? jus' so i can see?"

"can you take 'em off for me?" no no no he shouldn't have said that - should'a just stayed quiet - but you're undeterred. sweet face bright, head nodding fervently as benny retracts his hand and lets you delicately tug the fabric down down down until his cock is springing upward, smacking wetly against his stomach.

"wow," you murmur "s'pretty," those eyes peer up at him shyly, n'he has to look away because it's too much. he can't teach you how to jerk anyone off if he cums in the first two minutes. he's gotta get it together, but it's hard. your eyes meet once again, your smile grows when he thanks you n'pinches the round of your cheek.

"will you keep going? keep teachin' me?" you make no move to return to the corner of the bed, instead, you stay right where you are, knee wedged into the outer meat of benny's thigh. he certainly can't stop now.

"yeah, pretty. yeah. okay." his cock is so reactive to the cool air wooshing in through the window, so reactive to the sweet girl staring at it, that it weeps. precum oozes from the tip; seeps into the gentle divot of his belly button and over his knuckles. it's hard to hold back, but he does because he's good to you n'good to johnny. which reminds him, "whenever you grab 'em, don't wanna do it too tight. don't be squeezin' too hard, not at first, 'kay?"

"m'kay benny."

"just wanna - do it - like this." he demonstrates, curling his fingers 'round the base, stroking up gently. "n'johnny likes when ya twist your wrist, just - god - like this." the spit and precum make his cock glisten - make the stroke from base to tip that much more pleasurable - and you look starstruck; mouth hanging open, pupils following up and down and up and down and -

"benny can i try?"

he moans - too loud - too obscene for the quiet of your room. the mere thought of you watchin' is enough to make him bust, let alone you putting your hands on him. he lets out a shaky breath, and starts to tell you how that is not a good idea, how you shouldn't, how he doesn't want to coat your freshly painted nails in cum, but he doesn't. he doesn't say anything - just nods his head.

you wiggle closer, scoochin' between his thighs and he's not going to make it. he knows he simply will not make it out of this room alive with the way you're leanin' over him - inspecting his cock like you've never seen one when he knows you have. and then - jesus christ - you're holding up your hand, spitting into it the way he taught you and circling your fingers just above the mass of curls near his balls.

"oh fuck."

"m'sorry." you squeak, instantly letting go, but benny is thrashing his head to the side. grunt tearing from his throat.

"no, baby, god, s'okay. doin' good. g'head. do it again. move your hands, little faster."

and you do and it's so good - so talented you are. grip not too tight, just right. your little fingers are coated in his precum and your combined spit and he almost forgets why you're doin' this - for johnny - so you can learn for johnny.

"flick your wrist right - yeah yeah - right there each time, baby. fuck. s'good. johnny's g'nna be so proud of you. g'nna do so good for him. make 'em feel so special n'good." benny s'never much of a talker but he'd fucking write sonnets if it meant you'd keep your fist wrapped around him. you're pullin' noises out of him that you never knew he could make n'so you just have to ask

"s'this what johnny sounded like when you learned on 'em?" and benny almost chokes on your words, but they only seem to spur him on; warmth coils in his belly, brushes against his balls, and settles deep in his cock.

"god, yeah." he remembers so clearly it fuckin' brings tears to his eyes. "b-but i think y'gonna be better than me, darlin'. got such a - jesus - good grip. look so pretty tuggin' my cock." benny's golden halo of curls spreads across the pillow as he tips his head, relishing in the repetitive schlick of skin on skin. you're makin' these cute little preens he's only ever heard through the wall when you’re with johnny and fuck fuck fuck it's coming. he knows it's coming, can feel his balls drawing up, feel his breath quickening, warmth spreadin' through his every artery.

"gonna cum, baby. fuck. gotta show you - oh fuck - whenever i tell ya, need ya to put your mouth on it? 'kay? no teeth, keep strokin', yeah? be a good girl. do it for me? for johnny?"

"yeah," you murmur. "yeah. okay, benny" you keep your grip firm as he fucks into your fist. he's desperate. you never thought you'd use the word to describe benny but he's so desperate making all of these pretty sounds as his legs twitch and shake; as he calls you beautiful and pretty and perfect.

"fuck, now. now. now."

you're great at following the rules - johnny always tells ya - so you bend, wrapping your lips around benny's tip, allowing him to fuck into your fist and mouth as he paints your tongue with his seed. it's dirty and euphoric and everything. you are everything to benny. everything as his world is diminished to nothing and he’s born again.

"c-c'mere." he pants, after a few moments. he doesn’t wait for you to act on your own; strong hands grab your forearms, pulling you up, pressin' you against his mouth. he can taste himself on your lips, sweet and salty and he can't stop. he licks and licks and licks until any trace of him is gone, until he thinks he can taste johnny. until he can't breathe. "s'a good job, baby.” he shudders. “johnny's gonna be so happy."

and he is.

it's many days and handjobs later when johnny finally stumbles into the darkened house, stopping to catch you as you fling yourself on him. n'god, it's good to be home. good to feel his sweet girl so warm in his arms. his scruff scratches your neck as he breathes you in, n'he can smell it. smell him. benny.

"you were right," you breathe, smiling wide. "benny taught me."

"n'how'd it go?"

"let me show you."

[satrs]

Hi there <3 can I request reader getting a 3some w otoya and karasu? (Love your writings x)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi! I’m glad u like my stuff, it rlly means the world to me! Much love!

Felt like writing stoner otoya and karasu so yeah lol

HIGH FOR THIS

SYNOPSIS; what did you expect to happen when you decided to get some of the devil's lettuce with your roommates?

FEATURING; stoner roommate!Karasu Tabito x stoner roommate!Otoya Eita x fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! !420!. pwp. intercourse while under the influence. fingering. oral(fem and male receiving). nicknames(princess), handjob. dirty talk.

WORDCOUNT; 1.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(pro players)!

"Can I join?"

Your question caused the young men to exchange a humourous glance at each other. "Our innocent little Y/N?" The green strand mocked while passing the blunt to his partner in crime, who snickered in return.

"Didn't know ya played that way." Karasu stated, earning an offended look from you in return. "Oh c'mon. You're acting like I got some stick up my ass."

"Wellll-" They both let out a laugh, eyes hanging low, effect of the plant slowly but surely kicking in. You klicked your tongue at their behaviour, rolling your eyes as you made your way to the couch, squeezing yourself between the both of them. "Just give it to me and shut up." Your hand reached to Karasus lips, snatching the joint from his lips, a chidish whine alongside of smoke coming from his parted lips, frown adoring his handsome face.

Otoya only watched in amusement as you bring the smoking stick to your lips and inhaled a fair amount before exhaling the toxic waste, head falling back onto the head rest, eyes closed in relaxation.

"Princess had a rough day?" You nodded in agreement, earning a symmetrical look from the man, both of you ignoring Karasu's whining for the joint you stole from his lips.

"Work is really kicking me in the ass right now." You admitted, your eyes trailing after Karasu's hand as he took the slim roll-up from your fingers, grinning as he inhaled the smoke.

"Fuck you", you spat at him in frustration as you watched him smoke it whole, chuckling as you punched him in the shoulder. "Don't gotta hang yer head low." His now empty hand sneaked behind your neck to pull you closer. "C'mere." His lips brushed over yours as he exhaled the vapor into your mouth, eyes not leaving the other's mouth.

"Yo," Otoya interrupted, scooting closer to you as he took your chin in hand, turning you to face him, breath tickling your nose as he whispered in a low tone. "Don't leave me out."

Your eyes widened once he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue needily brushing past your lips once you exhale the smoke in a hurry, your hand rubbing him through his pants and grinning into the kiss once he let out a low hum. Karasu clicked his tongue at that, his hand comfortably laying on your thigh, skirt slightly riding up in the process as he leaned to the front to eye his friend. "Yer serious?"

Otoya spared him a quick glance before averting his attention back to your face, red-tinted eyes hanging low as he sighed into your mouth, his hand creeping to your thigh only to be slapped away by Karasu's. "Yer up there. Leave downstairs to me." A wide grin played itself on his features as he sank down to the ground, hand slowly hiking your leg up to his shoulder, his breath ghosting over your clothed cunt.

Otoya broke the kiss, quick to roll up another ecstasy ride, you bit your lip in excitement as you looked at the man between your thighs, eyes under heavy lips looking up at you, lust lingering behind his pupils.

You didn't know if your head was dizzy from the weed, or because of the men's actions. This was - new and unexpected. But did you mind? No. you could take your mind off with some puffs and some dick too.

A hiss escaped you once Karasu's slender fingers pushed your panties to the side, cold air hitting your aroused heat. He wasted no time sliding his fingers through your wet folds, gasping in surprise. "Ya all wet from a kiss," His fingers teased your tight hole, lips peppering kisses to your inner thigh, leaving a burning hot trail behind, "like a virgin." He locked eyes with you, a goofy expression on his face. "Are ya?"

Before you could answer your lips, the green-eyed beat you to it, blowing his exhaled fog into your face in a teasing manner. "No way. That was no virgin kissing." The men both chuckled before turning their attention back on you.

Your head flung back once Karasu's wet tongue rand over your folds, feeling Otoya's sharp eyes on you. He took another hit from the thing in his hand, manspreading while motioning his chin to his crotch. "Not gonna interrupt this time. Go on."

His eyes slit in amusement while your shaky hands freed him from his joggers, trying to bite back a moan caused by Karasu's antics. He on the other hand did not like that one bit, rolling your clit between his theeth to earn your attention, firm eyes staring daggers into your skull, a yelp leaving your lips. "Dontcha' hide yer pretty sounds. Wanna hear all of it."

Your face twisted in pleasure while you nod your head frantically, your mouth hanging open with your eyes glued to Karasu working wonders between your thighs. "Eyes on me."

Otoya turned you to him by the back of your neck, a messy kiss ascending. Your moans got swallowed by his occupied mouth, while the man between your legs swirled his tongue around your clit, tongue prodding your entrance, walls fluttering around his long muscle.

Now, finally freeing the athlete's leaking cock from his pants, he groaned into your mouth once you wrap your hands around his length, tightening around his tip to brush your finger through his slit, causing his hips to buck up in need.

"Fuckfuckfuck." He was struggling at this point, the joint in his hand shaking while he struggled to hold it, his other hand rubbing the back of your neck, urging you to lean forward. His head flung back once you kitten-licked his cock head, fingers tangling inside of your hair as his hips subconsciously stuttered up into your mouth.

"Princess 's good, ain't she?" Karasu chuckled as his mouth abandoned your cunt, replacing it with his fingers while he eyed the other man in amusement. Otoya on the other hand was in no condition to tease anymore, mind too far gone, wrapped in pleasure and toxic waste. "Mhmmm. Good, so good."

Karasu felt your walls tightening around his digits, a smug smile on his face as he observed your face. "Like it when ya get praised?" You averted your eyes from him in embarrassment, eagerly sucking the man next to you off, tongue trailing along the underside of his cock.

"Ya don't gotta be embarrassed." The athlete's movements sped up, thumb finding your clit to draw firm circles on it. "It's alright. Be a good girl and cum 'f me. I know yer close."

You moaned around the man's cock at Karasu's reassuring words, choking on a moan as you experienced your first sexual high for tonight. "Shit, princess. Look what ya did to the guy. I'm kinda jealous."

The vibration of your moans around his length threw Otoaya over the edge, his hips rutting up into your mouth, his cum seeping into your throat.

Once Karasu lapped up your gushing cunt, wiping his chin shining in your juices with the back of his hand, he slapped your thigh to earn your attention with his other, smug smirk adorning his lips. "Time ta switch." Otoya returned the smirk catching his breath whilst he came down from his high, leaving the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table as he adjusted his pants, swiftly switching places with his friend.

"Alright," Otoya looked up at your fucked out form, his fingers already almost knuckled deep inside of your dripping hole, earning a low whimper from you.

Karasu picked up the blunt from the table, putting it to his lips while caressing your cheek with his free hand, thumb wiping some of Otoya's seed from the corner of your lips, smirking down at your form as you rest your head on his thigh, hand fidgeting with his pants while sucking he access from his finger.

"Ready?"

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[giveafike]

Twinkling Tales - B.T.S

TLDR: night drive w your darling boyfriend, Ben. This is part 8/12 of Azzie's Advent Calendar 2024!

Word count + info: 5k + dialogue.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! No warnings : )

Azzie Notes ✚: only one third left to go! Oh goodness, where did the time go?? These next few are gonna be quite the cutesy, kissy, smoochy ones - hope u enjoy! Super romantic shtuff as the holidays and the idea of family really starts getting to Benny <3

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Ben’s bedroom was warm and quiet, the soft hum of the heater blending with the occasional creak of the house settling. It was just the four of you now, Emma and Alex took their leave in the morning for some "private time", whatever that had entailed. Lisa and Bryan are downstairs somewhere, leaving you and Ben cocooned in the privacy of his room.

You lay sprawled across his chest, the plaid of your pyjama pants brushing against his, matching perfectly with the navy tops he’d bought for the two of you weeks ago. The scent of his cologne lingered faintly on his shirt, a clean, woodsy comfort you’d grown to associate with him. One of his hands absently combed through your hair, fingertips occasionally trailing along your scalp, lulling you into a cozy stillness. Around the room, bits of Ben’s past clung to the walls and shelves; posters of tennis and NFL legends, a few wrinkled, aged post-its on the mirror and desk, and books that charted the years of his life. Your gaze caught on a shelf where Diary of a Wimpy Kid books sat next to heavier finance textbooks from college, the juxtaposition making you smile.

“You really had it all, huh?” you teased lightly, pointing over to the well-worn book spines. “From Greg Heffley to… whatever these numbers mean.”

Ben chuckled, not bothering to look up from his phone. “What can I say? I’ve got layers, babe.”

You smiled, shifting a little to get more comfortable against him, your cheek pressed against his chest as you lazily traced the seams of his shirt. His breathing was steady beneath you, and his fingers continued their soothing path through your hair.

A quiet “Oh, woah... shoot,” broke the moment as Ben tapped at his phone screen.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. “What?”

“They set up the Christmas lights drive-thru already,” he said, tilting the screen toward you so you could see an Instagram story of a mutual friend’s car rolling through a glowing tunnel of lights. Reds, greens, and golds blurred in the video, capturing the festive chaos of it all.

“That’s so cool,” you murmured, resting your chin on his chest to get a better look, eyes half-lidded.

Ben nudged you gently, his voice soft. “Yo, you with me?”

“I’m here,” you replied, smiling sleepily as you glanced up at him. “Barely, though. This head massage is putting me out.”

He smirked, locking his phone and tossing it onto the nightstand. “Well, stay with me for one more minute. Got an idea.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. Do I even want to know?”

“How about a late-night drive?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes earnest.

You blinked, the suggestion catching you off guard. “Now?”

Ben shrugged casually, but his smile grew. “Yeah. Just us. Fresh air, Christmas lights, good vibes.”

You hesitated, looking at him. “You just want an excuse to show off the G-Wagon, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a small laugh. “But mostly, I just wanna spend some time with you. Come onnn baby, what do you say?”

“Urgh, Ben,” you groaned, half-burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to get dressed. It’s so cozy and warm in here.”

Ben chuckled, fingers still playing with your hair as he shifted slightly beneath you. “Then don’t,” he said simply.

You glanced up at him, skeptical. “What do you mean, don’t?”

“I mean exactly that. Stay like this. We’ll match in our PJs,” he said, grinning as if the thought was brilliant. “Just throw a coat on if you’re cold. You’ll still look cute, as always.”

You raised a brow. “You’re really not letting this go, huh?”

He smirked, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Nope. Come on, my baby. Let’s go.”

With a resigned sigh, you rolled off him, and the two of you made your way downstairs. The house felt quieter now, with Lisa and Bryan the only other ones left at home. As you reached the bottom step, Bryan popped his head out from the living room, eyeing Ben like a hawk.

“Where you headed?” Bryan asked, leaning casually against the wall.

“Just for a quick drive,” Ben said, slipping his hand around your waist.

Bryan’s gaze softened as it flicked to you with a smile, and he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he eyed the matching pjs. “Be safe. That’s precious cargo you’re carrying there.”

Ben smiled back, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of her. Always be my best for her.”

Bryan gave him a small nod of approval before retreating into the living room.

You tugged Ben’s arm, leading him toward the garage. “Precious cargo, huh?” you teased.

Ben smirked. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

When you stepped into the garage, Ben walked ahead to the car, unlocking the car with a beep, but then stopped and leaned with his back against it, his eyes soft as they settled on you, watching you tug one of his old zip-up hoodies onto your smaller frame.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, the words quiet but heavy.

You tilted your head, confused. “Ben, I’ve been right here.”

“Yeah, but not just you,” he clarified, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. “I miss being around just you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and before you could respond, he stepped forward, wrapping his hands around your face, his thumbs brushing gently along your jawline. He kissed you then, slow and sweet, but there was a longing in it that made your knees weak. His lips moved against yours like he was trying to make up for lost time, and you melted into him, your hands clutching the soft fabric of his cotton shirt.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours as his breath mingled with yours in the cool garage air. He lingered a moment, looking at you like he didn’t want to let you go, before finally opening the passenger door for you.

You smiled softly at him before you climbed into the passenger seat, and before you could even settle in, Ben leaned over again, his hand brushing your hoodie aside to sneak around your waist as he kissed you again. This one was deeper, more desperate, his lips moving fervently against yours as though he needed you to know how much you meant to him, pushing you against the headrest. Your hand instinctively cupped his face, and as you gently broke the kiss with a giggle, he leaned into your palm, his lashes fluttering closed. His lips pressed softly to the centre of your hand, and when he opened his eyes, there was nothing but tenderness in his gaze.

“I love you so, so much,” he murmured, the words low and reverent.

Your heart swelled, and you smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek, mumbling an 'i-love-you' back before he finally straightened up and made his way to his seat.

As Ben buckled in and started the car, you glanced over at him, curious. “What was that second kiss for?”

Ben smirked, his eyes flicking toward you before focusing on reversing out of the driveway. “I just needed to, didn't get enough the first time. What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend now? ”

You rolled your eyes, but a soft smile tugged at your lips. “You can, but that one felt… different.”

“Different how?” he teased, his tone light but with an undercurrent of something more serious.

You shrugged, trying to put it into words. “I don’t know. Just felt… extra.”

He chuckled as he turned onto the main road, the faint hum of the heater filling the comfortable silence. “Maybe because it was,” he admitted after a beat. “Sometimes I just can’t help it. You make me want to kiss you all the time.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you glanced out the window to hide your grin.

The roads were clear, the snow from the past days now a mushy slush on the shoulders, but the air still carried that crisp, wintry bite. Ben drove at an easy pace, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. He looked so at ease, but there was a spark in his eye like he was up to something.

As Ben guided the car onto quieter streets, the faint glow of Christmas lights decorated the houses you passed. Some were understated, a single wreath or a strand of lights framing the roofline. Others had gone all out, with inflatable Santas and elaborate displays synchronised to music. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes roaming over the decorations, while Ben’s voice became your personal tour guide.

“That house,” he said, pointing to a modest, single-story home with a lone string of flickering icicle lights, “that used to be one of the best on the block. I’m talking full-on winter wonderland. They had those old-school, oversized bulbs that looked like they’d burn your house down if they got too hot.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Guess they’ve toned it down. Probably ran out of steam, time catches up to everyone.”

You tilted your head toward him. “Do you think that’s what happens when you grow up? Your holiday spirit just… fades?”

Ben shrugged, slowing the car as you approached another row of homes. “Maybe. Or maybe you just find different ways to celebrate. It’s still there; it just looks different, y'know?”

He glanced your way, and his lips quirked into a smile before continuing. “Or maybe you just need a reason to light it back up again.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes as warmth spread through you despite the coolness of the night.

As you moved down the road, Ben motioned toward a house with a swing set in the yard. “That’s where Emma and her friends used to set up their lemonade stand every summer.”

“Emma? Selling lemonade?” You grinned at the thought, already amused.

“Oh yeah,” Ben said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And bracelets. They were super into making those friendship bracelets, you know, the ones with the tiny beads and string? She’d make me buy them with my allowance.”

“Did you actually wear them?”

“Pfft, no...not really.” He laughed, tapping his thumb on the wheel. “I’d give her the money and then mysteriously ‘lose’ the bracelet by the next day. I wasn’t gonna walk around with a neon-pink bracelet that said ‘Best Bro.’ forever. She always threatened to never make me one ever again after we'd fight...I'd yell back 'Thank God! Hated it anyways'. But really they're all in a drawer somewhere in my room.”

You laughed, the mental image of a young Ben, begrudgingly supportive yet entirely uninterested, making your chest warm.

“She actually had this whole setup,” Ben continued. “Like a real little businesswoman. She made her friends call her the boss. Wouldn’t let them eat the lemon slices because it ‘cut into profits.’” He shook his head, his laugh deep and affectionate. “It was ridiculous.”

“And yet, you bought into it,” you teased.

“Hey, she’s my sister. What can I say?” Ben grinned, clearly enjoying the stroll down memory lane. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna clown her for it, though. It’s my job as her brother.”

The car crested a small hill, and the neighbourhood gave way to the outskirts of town. Ben pointed to a street corner where a chain pharmacy now stood. “That used to be a candy store,” he said, his voice softening with nostalgia.

“What kind of candy?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“All kinds,” he said, gesturing with one hand as he drove. “They had these huge jars of sour candy that would wreck your tongue if you ate too much. Hershey bars that were somehow fresher than the ones you get now, man I loved them bad. And they always had those peanut butter cups in seasonal shapes. Like, in December, it’d be Christmas trees. Emma and I would race to see who could finish one the fastest without choking.”

You grinned. “Let me guess, you won every time?”

“Obviously.” He shot you a smirk. “She’d get halfway through and start laughing, and then it was game over.”

The car slowed as Ben turned onto Main Street, the downtown area glowing softly under strings of lights that crisscrossed above. He nodded toward a retro-looking diner. “That’s where we used to hang out after school. Back when I didn’t have a license, I’d walk here with Emma and some of her friends. She’d order a massive milkshake every time, and she always made me drink the last bit because she’d get too full.”

“She sounds resourceful,” you said, amused.

“She’s something,” Ben replied, shaking his head with a fond laugh. “But yeah, we had good times there, Dad would sneak us there sometimes if Mom was workin' late or held up at work. Lots of bad decisions were made there, too. Like seeing who could eat the most fries dipped in a chocolate shake before feeling sick.”

“And again, you won, didn’t you?”

“Naturally,” he said again, feigning arrogance.

You leaned back in your seat, your smile lingering as Ben continued pointing out spots that had shaped his childhood: a tree where he once built a makeshift swing with friends, a now-closed theatre where he saw his first movie, a small patch of grass by the elementary school where he fell off his first bike.

With every story, you felt like you were stepping deeper into Ben’s world, seeing the layers of his past that made him who he was. It was simple, yet so intimate, and as the car rolled onward, you reached over to intertwine your fingers with his, giving his hand a small squeeze. He glanced your way, his smile warm and genuine, and you knew he felt the same.

The car’s soft hum filled the air as Ben took a smooth turn, guiding you onto the highway. The town lights dimmed behind you, replaced by stretches of open road and the occasional car passing by. You glanced over at him, the soft glow from the dashboard illuminating his profile, the strong line of his jaw, his hand relaxed on the wheel.

For a while, neither of you spoke. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it was the kind of quiet that felt natural, as though the moment didn’t need words. But then, Ben let out a soft exhale, like he’d been holding onto a thought that he wasn’t sure how to voice.

“You know,” he began, his tone easy but introspective, “I think I forgot what the holidays were supposed to feel like for a while.”

You tilted your head, watching him. “Go on...”

He shifted his grip on the wheel, his thumb tapping lightly against it. “I don’t know. It’s just… these past few years, I’d come home from tour or tournaments, and I’d be so worn out. The holidays just became this time to stop, to rest, to not think about anything. Which is fine, you know? But it was always just… quiet. A little… empty, I guess.”

You frowned slightly, your brows furrowing in concern, but Ben quickly glanced over and shook his head, giving you a soft smile.

“Not really in a bad way, babe,” he reassured. “It’s just that I think I stopped caring about the little stuff, like decorating or traditions. Like had no energy to do anything. Even the big stuff, like feeling excited about Christmas morning.”

He paused for a moment as if considering his words. “But having you here this year? I don’t know… it’s different. Better. It’s like I feel all that magic again. Like, when I see the tree or hear a Christmas song, I don’t just think about how it’s another thing to check off the list or somethin' to tolerate. I actually feel it.”

Your heart softened, and you squeezed his hand. “Oh, Ben…”

He smiled, glancing at you briefly before looking back at the road. “I’m serious. Having you here with my family, it’s like I’m a kid all over again. Like Santa’s real, and I’m trying to catch him in the act or something.”

You laughed lightly, the sound filling the car as you leaned closer to him.

“That’s so silly,” you teased, though your voice was tender.

“Maybe,” he admitted, a slight chuckle escaping him. “But it’s true. You make everything feel… fuller. Like, all those little things that used to seem like a chore, they’re exciting again.”

You looked out the window for a moment, watching the faint glimmers of lights from distant houses as the car sped along the highway, helping you blink back tears. The way Ben spoke, so honest and warm, wrapped around you like a blanket. You turned back to him, your smile soft.

“You’re really gonna make me cry on this drive, Ben,” you said, your voice half-teasing but thick with emotion.

Ben laughed, low and deep, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just tellin' you the truth.”

He shifted slightly, stealing a glance at you again, his gaze lingering a little longer this time. “I just… I hope you know how much it means to me. You being here. It’s not just about the holidays, either. It’s everything. Like you came here to me. You make things feel lighter, like even the messiest, busiest days aren’t so bad if I know I get to come home to you.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight with emotion. Reaching out, you gently placed your hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of him through the sleeve of his shirt. “I know, Ben. And I feel the same way.”

His lips quirked up in that small, crooked smile of his, the one that never failed to make your heart flutter. He gave your hand a quick squeeze where it rested on his arm.

“I don’t say it enough,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I’m trying to get better. Because you deserve to hear it. You deserve to know how much you mean to me.”

The highway curved ahead, and Ben’s hands stayed steady on the wheel, but his voice carried all the weight of his feelings. “It’s just second nature, you know? Loving you. It’s like breathing, honestly babe.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to keep your composure as his words settled over you. The warmth of his sincerity was overwhelming but in the best way.

“Ben,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I don’t think you realise just how much you mean to me, too. You’re-”

He grinned, interrupting you with a quick laugh. “Careful, you’re about to get sappy on me, and I'm drivin'. Precious cargo, remember?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the grin tugging at your lips. “Says the guy who just gave me a whole movie monologue.”

Ben laughed again, his head tilting back slightly as the sound filled the car. “Okay, fair. You win this one.”

The two of you fell into an easy silence again, the kind that only came when everything felt right. The road stretched ahead, and just as the first distant glow of the drive-thru light show came into view, Ben reached over and threaded his fingers through yours, holding on tightly.

“Hey,” he said, his tone quieter now but just as warm. “I won't say more but....thanks for coming along for the ride. In every sense.”

You smiled, leaning your head against the seat and squeezing his hand back. “Always, Ben. Always.”

Ben leaned over to kiss you, your lips lingering for a moment. His smile widened, and before you knew it, his hand left your thigh to playfully scruff up your hair.

“Ben!” you shrieked, batting at his arm as he laughed.

“What? I’m just showing some love!” he teased, his chuckle low and warm.

“You’re so annoying,” you said, smoothing down your hair, though your own laughter betrayed you.

Ben’s laughter softened into a smile as he let his hand drift to your cheek, cupping it tenderly. His thumb brushed over your skin, and despite still driving, he made the moment feel like it was just the two of you in the world.

“I love you so much,” he said, his voice deep and steady, his eyes flickering between you and the road up to the drive-thru.

Your heart squeezed, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. You placed your hand over his, holding it against your cheek. “I love you too, Ben,” you said, your voice soft but sure.

He gave your cheek a quick, affectionate squeeze before placing both hands back on the wheel, his smile lingering as the glow of the drive-thru lights began to grow brighter.

As you approached, the massive entrance to the light show came into full view. It was unlike anything you’d seen before, a distinctly Floridian take on Christmas, quirky and completely endearing.

The first thing to catch your eye was a giant glowing gator decked out in a Santa hat, lounging with a candy cane between its teeth. Next to it, animatronic palm trees were strung with twinkling green and gold lights, swaying side to side, their trunks wrapped in spiralling patterns. Instead of traditional snowflakes, neon orange slices were hanging from the branches, their vibrant colours popping against the dark sky.

“Okay, this is so Florida,” you said, grinning.

Ben laughed as he slowed the car to a crawl, taking in the scene with a mixture of amusement and appreciation. “Right? Gotta love how we just lean into it.”

Further down, a massive glowing sun-wearing sunglasses and a Santa hat loomed over the pathway, its animated rays waving cheerily at passing cars. Beneath it, Santa was stretched out on a sunbed, sipping from a coconut with a tiny umbrella sticking out. The sign beside him read: “Merry and Bright, Sunshine Style!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sheer absurdity of it all tugging at your heart. “This is so ridiculous! I love it.”

“Ridiculous in the best way,” Ben agreed, his grin widening as he pointed out another display, a beach scene with reindeer building sandcastles, their antlers strung with Christmas lights.

“Look at those reindeer! They’ve got flip-flops on!” you said, your laughter bubbling up as you leaned forward to take it all in.

Ben chuckled, his eyes darting between the road and your delighted expression. “You’re loving this way too much,” he teased, though the way his voice softened gave him away.

The path curved through more displays: dolphins leaping out of a glittering blue ocean, flamingos in Santa suits, and even an orange tree with ornaments shaped like snowflakes. It was silly and over-the-top, but it was also so uniquely Floridian that it warmed you to the core.

“Whoever designed this deserves a raise,” you said as a giant neon Santa waved you through a glowing archway that read “Warm Wishes from the Sunshine State!”

Ben reached over to squeeze your hand again. “Glad I could share it with you. You’re making it even better, you know?”

You turned to him, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. “You’re such a softie, Ben,” you said, but your smile gave you away.

“Only for you,” he said, his voice teasing but warm as he guided the car through the final stretch of the light show.

The two of you basked in the glow of the lights, the soft hum of holiday music playing faintly from one of the displays. It was quirky, silly, and completely charming, a perfect little moment shared just between you and Ben, the warmth of his presence making everything feel just right.

As the drive-thru came to its grand finale, the path opened into a small rest area where they sold hot chocolate and offered a “Meet Santa” experience. You and Ben pulled up to the window, where a man in a Santa suit leaned out to greet you, his red hat slightly askew.

“Merry Christmas!” Santa said, extending a gloved hand through the window.

“Merry Christmas!” you both chimed back, grinning like kids.

Ben shook Santa’s hand and, with a completely straight face, said, “Thanks for bringing her to me this year. Best present ever.”

You burst into laughter, covering your face as Santa chuckled warmly. “Well, you’ve been good this year, haven’t you?” Santa said.

Ben winked at you. “Oh, she keeps me in line.”

You rolled your eyes, still laughing as you took the hot chocolates handed to you through the window.

The drive home was quieter, the soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminating Ben’s face as he focused on the road, ready for the drive home. You sipped your hot chocolate, feeling the warmth seep through the cup and into your fingers.

“Tonight was perfect,” you said softly.

Ben glanced at you, his smile faint but genuine. “Yeah?”

You nodded and sighed contently as the car glided through the quiet night, the world outside a blur of soft lights and shadows. Inside, it was just the two of you, cocooned in the hum of the engine and the warmth of your joined hands. The earlier laughter and excitement of the drive-through light display still lingered, but now, a comfortable silence had settled. You glanced at Ben, his profile illuminated by the dashboard’s gentle glow, the curve of his lips softened in thought.

Then he spoke, his voice quiet and reflective. “I want this every year.”

You turned to him, your curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

He took a moment, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he gathered his thoughts. “All of it,” he said earnestly. “The matching pyjamas, the silly late-night drives, baking disasters that somehow work out in the end. I want to look over at you smiling, even if it’s just because you think I’m being cheesy and annoying.”

A small laugh escaped you, but his words had already begun to stir something deep inside.

“I want you to meet all my friends and fit into every corner of my life, and see it too, y'know? I can’t wait for Christmas Eve when the rest of the family comes down from Atlanta, and man, I get to show you off to them, too. But more than anything…” His voice dipped, softer now, almost vulnerable. “I just want you here. By me. Every time, all the time. Now, next year, and every year after that -hell, every day.”

Your heart swelled at his words, a lump forming in your throat as you tried to process the depth of what he was saying. He hesitated, casting a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road. “I know it’s still soon, and I don’t want to rush anything. But you mean so much to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and it’s not something I take lightly.”

You didn’t trust your voice just yet, overwhelmed by the honesty and vulnerability in his tone. Instead, you lifted his hand to your shaky lips, pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles. His gaze flicked to you briefly, and you caught the boyish grin that always made your heart flutter.

“Ben,” you finally managed, your voice soft and steady, “you have no idea how much that means to me. Being here, being with you and your family, it feels like I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was missing.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his smile deepening.

“And your mom adding me to the family group chat?” you added with a laugh. “That might’ve been the highlight of my month. It’s such a small thing, but it made me feel like I belong. I’ve never had anything like this before, Ben. And I just… I love you so much. Being here with you, with all of you, it’s the best thing I’ve ever known.”

His grip on the wheel tightened slightly as he glanced at you, his gaze soft but intense. “I love you, you don’t even know how much. every day, I feel like I can’t love you more, and then… I do. you make everything better, babe. I can’t wait to see where this goes, our future. I know what I want, and that’s you. Now, later, always.”

You reached over, placing your hand on his thigh as your own emotions bubbled to the surface. “You don’t have to wait, Ben,” you said quietly. “I’m already here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The smile he gave you then was brighter than any Christmas light you’d seen all night. When you finally pulled into the driveway, the house quiet and dark, you both lingered in the car for a moment, soaking in the magic of the night.

As you leaned against him, you couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful, a foundation not just for the holidays, but for everything yet to come.

[adelphenium]

art related question !!

how did u get so good at capturing faces and such ... i often have such a hard time getting my drawings to look like someone and their likeness . do you have any tips or anything ?

hii hello ty for the ask!! honestly i can't really offer much in the way of advice beyond suggesting lots n lots of practice, which i know is what everyone says... but i find it's true :") i have a few thoughts below as well!

i think drawing lots of diverse face shapes + features kinda helps you to recognize patterns over time and decide what to emphasize to make someone's face look more distinctive.

mainly, i think less is more!

to use a basketball example (just bc that's what's been on my mind lately):

russell westbrook (top) has lots of really unique facial features (square face, deep-set eyes, strong nasal wings, mole, small ears, wide mouth, etc.) but i find that actually makes him hard to capture. on the other hand, to me, kevin durant's (below) most noteworthy features are his wide nose and semi-hooded (?) eyes.

for a hockey example, i would say the same about linus ullmark (crinkly eyes, soft chin, thin nose bridge, small mouth + thin lips) and jeremy swayman (sparkly eyes, wide/prominent nose) respectively. i personally have a harder time drawing ully than sway!

it's also helpful to look at multiple reference pics from various angles to see how these differences play out.

these are just my personal thoughts -- i don't know if the way i latch onto certain characteristics is actually ~accurate~, and i also take some issue with what i conceive of as "natural" or conventionally attractive features as the baseline to more unique ones. i try not to lean too much into caricature territory, but it's a hard line to ride.

overall, though, the whole point of cartoony art is to simplify and focus on a few key points! it's subjective but i think that's all part of balancing your own style with portraying people in a way that's recognizably Them.

i always feel a bit out of my depth about giving out art tips but i hope this helps a little! <3

[syringesyrup]

can you write some swissdew where swisstopher is being a dickhead to dew and he kinda hurts his feelings and swiss feels really bad after and comforts him :(

tysm syringe we <3 u!

yes i can….

Swiss has always been the one that can make Dew burst into flames so easily. If Dew is the flint, Swiss is most definitely the steel. He pushes and prods and aggravates Dew like it’s his job. He’s a master at it too. He knows just where to poke Dew and how to prod. It’s incredibly infuriating but never bad enough to the point where Dew can’t fight back. He has his own ways of getting a rise out of Swiss. They’re equally arrogant and short tempered, Dew just has no sense of self control when it comes to his emotions.

It’s odd when Swiss finally breaks through Dew’s shell. It’s a simple insult, something about his eyes that sends Dew over the edge. Their argument comes to a sudden halt as Dew falls quiet, something so rare for the fire ghoul to do. Swiss picks up on it immediately and instead of not being an asshole, he decides to keep going.

“Awww!” Swiss coos. “Sensitive about that, are you?” He teases, grinning wide and flashy. Dew avoids looking at it. He can hear the malice in Swiss’ tone, laced with venom and something darker than Dew can’t digest.

Swiss goes to push further until Dew flinches away from him and turns away, letting his bangs fall over his face as he stands up and away from the multi ghoul.

“Fuck off.” Is all Dew growls before he leaves.

He knows he should cut his bangs. They’re itchy against his eyelashes and get caught in everything but he can’t bring himself to do it. He doesn’t even want to look himself in the eyes anymore. Cirrus offers to trim them for him, but he refuses. He tries to waver her concern by telling her he wants to grow his hair out again but he can sense her doubt. It’s always impossible to lie to Cirrus.

Aether has noticed it too, obviously. Last time Dew let his hair grow out like this was during a rough time of his life. He was ashamed of his eyes. He hated the way they weren’t both blue and bright anymore. He looks mismatched with them, like they don’t belong to him. One is dull and pale blue, if you could even call it blue anymore. The other is a deep red and swirling orange around his pupil like a forest fire trapped inside of him.

He lets his bangs fall back over his eyes. He doesn’t feel like letting anyone see them anymore. Not again.

Swiss, of course, notices. He makes a comment about Dew looking like an edgy teenager before Dew simply ignores him. He’s not in the mood to fight right now. He doesn’t even want to talk about his hair or his eyes. His whole goal is to avoid that topic.

“Hey.” Swiss says louder, capturing his attention. “Cut your fucking bangs.”

Dew flicks his tail at him. Swiss growls a bit low in his throat before he stands up, grabbing Dew by the arm. Dew jolts away from him in an attempt to escape before Swiss’ hands are on his face, shoving his hair out of his eyes. Dew tries to yank himself away from Swiss, but it’s futile. Swiss’ hands are far too strong and hold Dew in place like he belongs in them.

“C’mon.” Swiss whines. “I miss your eyes.”

Dew stills. He glares up at Swiss, seeing him clearly for the first time in a while. “You called them odd.”

“Odd doesn’t mean bad, Dew.” Swiss tuts. “Look at me.” He instructs, tilting Dew’s chin up to force eye contact. He rubs a thumb along Dew’s bottom lip, pressing into the soft skin ever so slightly. Dew’s eyes widen as Swiss squints down at him before his eyes flicker. They spark for a second before settling into a mismatched pair. Blue and red, just like Dew’s.

“See?” Swiss smiles. “Pretty, yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Dew mumbles as he stares up at Swiss. They look nice on Swiss. Everything does. He still can’t find it in himself to wash away the shame that he’s felt these past few weeks.

“Alright.” Swiss sighs. “I’m sorry.” He turns his (or rather Dew’s) eyes away and clears his throat. “I like your eyes. They’re cool.” His face flushes as he speaks, sending an arrow through Dew’s heart.

“Nothing cool about them.” Dew mumbles before Swiss squeezes his face. Swiss shushes him before leaning closer to his face with a soft smile.

“That’s what you think, baby.” Swiss grins as he watches Dew’s face scrunch at the pet name before he leans forward and places a kiss under Dew’s eye. “Don’t worry, I’ll change your mind.”

If anyone could, it’s Swiss.

[vampdxllie]

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - Lee Heeseung

Finally wrote some angst hehe hope u enjoy !!!

WARNINGS: Some mature language (ig?), small makeout (?) TELL ME IF THERES MORE !!!

KEEP IN MIND English isn't my first language so sorry of there's any grammar or typo mistake <3

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Silence filled the room as we kept staring in each other's eyes. My eyes glistening in the moonlight as they started back at him with shock. How could I be so stupid. I ruined everything. Way to go Y/n...

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Lee Heeseung.

The one and only heartthrob between the ladies and my best friend since childhood. I'd watch him collect girls with only one look their way and then drop them as soon as he wasn't interested anymore. I wasn't a big fan of what he does but I couldn't do anything. Throughout the years, becoming closer and closer I couldn't just not devolop feelings for him.

It really was hard not to. I've always had a crush on Lee Heeseung. He was perfect in every way other than the fact that he was a player.

When his long-term girlfriend broke up with him, so sudden that he wasn't expecting it, nor was I, I was with him through his heartbreak. I was always there for him. I was actually so happy he broke up with her, yeah guilt ate me up but it hurt me seeing him with someone that wasn't me. From that night on our bond got bigger, and that's how I painfully watched Heeseung turn into a player.

And every time he felt like he needed someone, no matter the time or the place, with one call from him I would always be there and every time it happens I fall harder and harder to the point where it just hurts. It hurts so bad knowing after the night he would go back to whoring around with girls, not noticing that there's someone that loves him dearly next to him.

And now, here I am. In the middle of the night, in his room. He called, crying and I didn't waste a second getting my keys and driving to his place. I had a spare key so I got in easily and found him in his room, on his bed, with salty tears running down his beautiful futures. I also didn't think twice before rushing over to him and hugging him tight, holding him close as always. I sigh and hold back tears from falling.

"It's gonna be okay." I cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eyes. His bambi, red, swollen eyes sparking in the moonlight. His lips parted as he was catching his breath from all the crying. The urge to kiss him was building up in me but... was it worth the risk? I didn't want to risk anything with him. Our friendship, the bond between us, but it was hard fighting back. Eyes traveling to his lips and with a soft smile I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine.

After a while of him not kissing back he pulled me away as he stood up from the bed. Now tears were building up in my eyes as I also stood up after him. How stupid of me. There goes the person I love...

"Hee I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what go into me." The tears had already fell. His eye staring at me in shock, his tears were now dried but his eyes still glistening. The way he was looking at me I really thought this was the end of our friendship. He didn't say anything, just stared back at my crying self. Please say something please...

And as if he could hear the pleads in my mind, his soft voice spoken up.

"Don't do this Y/n... please." he said as he approached me. I shook my head as I looked down. "I can't Heeseung, I can't hide anymore. Do you know how much it hurts me?" I finally said. He sighed, still looking at me. "Y/n you can't." he says soflty. "Why Heeseung? Tell me. What do they have that I don't?" I ask, trying so hard to not let the tears get in the way of me speaking.

He titled his head at me and smiled. Lifting my chin up with his fingers, I once again stared into his eyes. "You have so much that they don't Y/n." his voice a whisper as he continued. "They're nothing compared to you love. Nothing." "Then why Heeseung...?" I wanted answers. I was desperate.

His tired eyes looking back at me while staying silent for a few moments. "I don't wanna risk it Y/n. Not with you. What if I fuck it up all? What if I'm not enough for you? You're too good for me darling and I can't ruin you." Now he was the one fighting tears back. I let out a small laugh, my cheeks still stained with my tears. "You could never. You're perfect no matter what and I can assure you," I grabbed his cheeks once again. "you could do nothing wrong. Just stop hurting me like this." What I meant with that was: I wanted him to stop being with a different girl everyday.

Nodding his head at me he bought me into a sudden kiss, catching me off guard as a gasp left my lips and onto his. I kissed back, of course, his lips were irrasistable. The kiss was slow and passionate and slowly turned into a makeout session as he guided us to his bed. Me laying on it as he was on top. His hands didn't leave my body and his lips were connected with mine. As our breath was getting shorter and shorter we pulled apart.

"It was all a distraction. I wanted to lose these feelings for you but it's so hard." he caresses my cheek softly. "You're hard to resist." Was the last thing said before his lips found their way on mine again and they won't be leaving anytime soon, that I'm sure of.

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[ptergwen]

5 and 25 with peter plssss

prompts: “i can’t kiss you knowing that they kissed you too” & “you didn’t want to hurt me? well guess what asshole, you hurt me”

warnings: lots of swearing and lots of angst

a/n: oh i had a field day with this one hehe thank u for sending <3

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peter’s fingers are tracing along your jawline with an arm around your middle to steady you. you’re up against his wall. your eyes fluttering shut, you hum contentedly at the feeling of his soft touch.

peter grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, willing your closed eyes to open. they land on him, and his dazzling smile that’s illuminated by the moonlight creeping past his bedroom curtains. you can’t help but to grin yourself.

his other hand trails all the way from your side, past your waist, up your spine, finally to the back of your neck. he slowly swipes his thumb across your exposed skin, leaving chills along each inch.

“y/n?” peter speaks lowly, head dipping down so his eyes meet yours. you let him tilt your chin up towards him. “hm?”

you watch as peter’s gaze flicks down to your lips while he bites his own bottom one. his breath is warm on your face as he exhales, asking a question you never thought you’d hear again.

“can i kiss you?”

peter is afraid he overstepped when you hesitate to affirm. maybe, he isn’t taking things slowly enough for you. if you still need time, he has to give you that. he owes it to you at the very least.

then, you nod. you settle both hands on peter’s shoulders, gently resting your forehead against his.

“yeah, pete. you can kiss me.”

he flashes you another smile, a relieved smile, before leaning in closer to fill the gap separating you two. his lips ghost over yours, parted and slightly swollen. finally, they capture yours properly.

you almost instantly reciprocate, your leg curling around his waist. peter’s hand on your neck travels into your locks. he keeps the kiss light, mouth moving in synch with yours like it always does.

or, always did.

it’s when peter’s free hand starts to make its way up your thigh that the position becomes a bit too familiar.

everything from that night rushes back to you.

when you found him with her, his lips attacking hers, his hands all over her. right here, right in this very room.

you remember every little detail, how could you forget? the images are burned into your mind. you’ve spent days, weeks, months trying to erase them. at this point, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to.

“stop,” you mumble out, pushing at peter’s shoulders and effectively breaking the kiss.

although your abruptness is confusing, peter obliges. his arms loosely hug your waist, lips curving into a frown.

“you okay, baby? what happened?” he wonders and receives a sigh from you. “you know what happened.”

peter has to process your words for a moment before he realizes what you’re referring to.

“i thought you wanted me to kiss you,” he defends, tone suddenly harsh and arms slipping from around you. “you said i could.” you only shrug. “i changed my mind.”

he chuckles bitterly and walks away, beginning to pace around his room.

“i’m not doing this, y/n. not tonight,” peter warns you. “i’m really not in the mood. let’s move on, okay?”

you march toward him, fists clenched at your sides.

“i fucking wish i could,” you seethe, peter spinning around to face you. his jaw is clenched, chest heaving.

he doesn’t like where this is going — exactly where he was hoping it wouldn’t.

“but, unfortunately for both of us, the memory of you pressed up against gwen stacy plays on loop in my head.”

“don’t bring gwen into this,” peter points an accusing finger at you. “it isn’t about her.” you nod your head furiously, stepping closer to him. “it absolutely is.”

“no, y/n. it’s about how damn insecure you are,” peter spits. “gwen’s just who you choose to project it onto.”

he brushes past you, his shoulder bumping roughly with yours. you follow behind him, angry tears clouding your vision.

“of course i am, and of course she is! you fucking cheated on me with her!” you remind him, though he shouldn’t need you to. “how could you say that to me?”

peter is ready to fire back at you some more until he turns around to the sight of you crying. hot tears wet your cheeks, your clenched fists now shaking and your form weak. a sob escapes you, and peter is at your side just like that.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers, easing you into his embrace. “i’m so sorry.”

peter squeezes you tight and strokes your hair, your face hidden in his chest to muffle your cries. he holds your body flush to his, head dropping onto your shoulder.

“baby, please. i didn’t wanna hurt you. i never meant to,” he coos. “i wasn’t… i wasn’t thinking. gwen was just there, and it was late, and…”

you pull away from his chest, releasing yourself from his arms.

“you didn’t wanna hurt me?” you rasp. “well… guess what, asshole? you hurt me.”

peter’s heart completely sinks.

“you told me she was your study buddy,” you state monotonously. “she was,” peter pleads, hands coming to cup your cheeks.

he uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears, your lips quivering.

“seemed more like a fuck buddy to me,” you mutter. peter’s thumb runs over your lips, eyes staring into yours desperately. “it was one kiss, one time. that was the first and last, y/n.”

“you don’t get it. that’s so much worse,” you hit his hands away from your face. “a kiss is supposed to be special, something only we share.”

peter reaches for you, but you shoot him a glare.

“you ruined that, peter. destroyed it. i can’t kiss you knowing that gwen kissed you, too.”

“we’re gonna work through this,” he shakes his head, grabbing your waist despite your disapproval. “we’ve been working through this. i’ll do anything, y/n. c’mon. i… you know i will.”

“we haven’t worked through anything,” you correct. “we’ve been pretending we have.”

peter is starting with the waterworks, but you can’t find it in you to care. he tugs you in by your hips, unable to keep his tears at bay as he’s met with a shove at his chest.

“y/n,” peter begs, clinging onto your body. “gwen kissed me first. you- you were there! you saw!” you’re on the verge of tears once again, glossy eyes fighting to stay on him. “and i also saw you kiss her back.”

you pry him off of so you can scurry away. peter falls to his knees, not bothering to chase after you. there’s no use.

the tears are already dripping down your chin by the time you open and slam his bedroom door behind you, both mentally and physically freeing yourself from him.

things have been over between you two for so long. tonight solidified that.

[iwritefandomimagines]

AARON HOTCHNER x READER: “Are you drunk?”

requested: prompt 10

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pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

description: you’ve been fighting feelings for hotch for some time now, assuming he doesn’t feel the same. after witnessing office gossip and having a drink or two, hotch makes it clear you were wrong to assume that.

warnings: kissing, but nothing too explicit.

Another day of stolen glances. Another day of accidental touches when he was trying to stay away. Another day of sexual tension lingering in the air so thickly that it could be cut with only the sharpest of knives.

Aaron Hotchner was the bane of your existence, you were certain of it.

You’d been attracted to him since the day you first set foot into the BAU. He was still married to Haley, then, and you’d kept your distance because you respected that, but knew you couldn’t help your desperation to flirt with him. It helped that she knew how you felt -- she’d never liked you as a result.

When they got divorced, you supported him as best as you could. You thought about keeping your distance, not wanting to let yourself fall for him even more in a time of his vulnerability. But you couldn't let him suffer his heartbreak without knowing that, in whatever capacity, you cared.

But now that some time had passed, things had gone back to usual. In the past few weeks he seemed to avoid you entirely. You felt worried, like you’d imposed too much on his personal life and that was why he was avoiding you like the plague. 

Should you have stayed out of it?

He’d seemed incredibly grateful for your concern at the time, but what had changed? You didn’t want to ruin things, not with the man you were certain you were head over heels for.

Despite him trying his best to ignore you, the tension between you remained ever-present. Everyone seemed to notice, the girls taking it upon themselves to gossip and throw endless questions at you. They’d gone so far as to assume something had happened between you already, assuming that was why things were awkward. 

You were finishing up some paperwork, Garcia, Emily and JJ at your side as you pushed your last pile of folders to the back of your desk, “You’re telling us the absolute truth, right?” Penelope pressed, chin in her palm as she nosed at your personal life as ever. 

“Nothing happened between us, guys,” you laughed sourly, and they obviously could detect your tone, “He still loves her, I’m sure of it. It hasn’t been long, has it?”

Emily eyed you curiously, “And how do you feel about him?”

You bit your lip, unsure of how much to give away, “I suppose I’ve been lying saying I’m not even slightly attracted to him. But nothing will happen, he’s never going to feel anything for me... And he’s my boss. Besides, he’s been avoiding me for a while now...”

JJ laughed, glancing up towards Hotch’s office, “Y/N, he’s been undressing you with his eyes all week... And whenever you’re not in the office he’s asking after you, always making excuses about paperwork he needs from you.” 

You blushed, looking up and accidentally catching his eye, looking immediately back at the girls. Did he really ask after you? Of course you’d noticed that there was tension, but you assumed it was more on your part and that he was simply lonely as a result of his divorce.

“I-I don’t know guys,” you stuttered, raising to your feet and slinging your bag over your shoulder, “I’ve gotta head home anyway. I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow, okay?”

As soon as Hotch saw you stand, his eyes followed you the whole way out of the doors. He gulped, seeing the girls’ eyes trail to him and knowing that he’d been the topic of conversation prior to your exit.

He left his office, pacing over to where they sat with a stern expression on his face as ever, “Is everything okay with Y/L/N?” 

Penelope smirked, “Oh, she’s just a little pent up, I think,” she teased, debating letting the truth slip but deciding instead to just suggest, “I think you should speak to her, sir.”

Hotch just nodded, swallowing hard and heading back to his office to gather hs things and leave. 

“Oh my god, I’ve never seen Hotch leave so early... Do you think he’s really going to speak to her?” Emily whispered, and the girls all felt giddy as they hoped their friends would finally make the moves they’d wanted to for as long as they’d known them.

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You were just falling asleep when a knock rapped at your front door.

You stumbled out of bed, hardly awake enough to realise the small slip nightdress barely covering your frame. 

You were surprised to find a slightly disheveled looking Aaron Hotchner, his tie pulled loose and his face twisted in an expression you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Sorry for-for turning up like this, Y/N. But I’d like to talk to you if that’s okay,” he took in your sleepy state then, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

You shrugged, “Not quite. But it’s alright, come in.”

He stumbled a little as he walked in and, considering he didn’t drink much usually you brushed it off and assumed he was just being awkward as he followed you to your couch.

“What is it, Aaron? Is everything okay?”

He sighed, “I’m sorry. For ignoring you, because it’s the last thing I wanted to do, darling. Really.” He sat beside you on the couch, closer than he’d ever usually sit, his warm breath over your face and allowing you smell the scotch on his tongue.

“Are you drunk?” 

Aaron’s hand reached up to your face, his palm cupping your jaw tentatively as his eyes searched yours for the right way to articulate his feelings to you, “I had a drink or two to make this... easier to say. You know I’m not good with talking about feelings, which is why I’ve avoided you recently.”

“What do you mean?” your breathing was ragged under his touch. Was he saying what you thought he was right now?

“I’ve got feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than I’ve admitted to myself for a long time... Everyone else could see it. Even Haley saw it, as she loved to shove in my face when filing for divorce,” he pulled your face closer to his, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips, “And when you helped me through the divorce I was so grateful but... I got scared. I was scared to let you in and admit that I felt anything for you.”

“Aaron I’ve had feelings for you since the first moment we met,” you whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his thumb as it sat just at the corner of your mouth, “I was afraid I was pushing it and that you just didn’t feel the same.”

He shook his head, “Y/N you’ve been on my mind constantly. I’ve pushed the feelings away for too long and I could see you talking to the girls earlier, when I saw them after they made it quite clear what was being discussed so I... I knew I needed to bite the bullet.”

You drew in a sharp breath as he leaned in so that your foreheads were touching. You’d never quite seen Aaron this tender and gentle, even in his heartbroken state. Shivers flew up your spine and you fought the urge to kiss him for a few moments, but he didn’t give you any more of a chance as he captured your lips in his.

The kiss was soft and didn’t last long, but the passion and longing couldn’t have been more fiery. He drew back nervously, “Sorry. Was that okay?”

“More than okay, Aaron,” you assured him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips to reassure him, “In fact, I’d quite like it if you kissed me again.”

He laughed a little, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile before he kissed you again. This time the kiss was deep, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip as you parted your lips quickly. Your hands flew around his neck as he pulled you onto his lap, panting.

When you pulled back, his brows furrowed, “I don’t want to rush this, sweetheart, but I’d like to give this a try, if that’s what you want. You and me.”

You grinned, beaming like the Cheshire Cat as he nervously looked at you.

“I’d love that, Aaron. More than anything,” your hands found the bottom of his hair, tugging slightly as you kissed him again, “You and me.”

“You and me.”

“Finally.”

Aaron didn’t leave your house that night and, for that entire weekend, it was hard to find a moment where you weren’t occupied with each other. 

After all this time, the man you’d been pining over really did feel the same.

And he more than made up for all the time spent waiting.

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[cafeacademic]

Marshal Commander Hardass

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: light degradation (use of the word cockdumb mostly), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: ~3.4k

A little (and by little I mean several thousand words) something for one of my favorite Clone Commanders. This is one of several current WIPs, so it felt good to finally finish this one up! Hope you all enjoy lovelies <3

*Read on AO3* or under the cut!

You huffed as the door to the bar swung open and half a dozen clone troopers walked in. You were used to seeing a single soldier here and there, but a large, fully armored group meant trouble. Sighing, you excused yourself from the conversation you were having with a regular patron and returned to your place at the center of the bar.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you deadpanned, not at all in the mood to have to deal with the war today. Your planet had been lucky enough to stay relatively neutral, but the arrival of the soldiers reminded you how fragile that neutrality was.

“Good evening, miss,” the presumed leader of the group said. His armor was slightly different from other clone troopers that had stumbled across your bar in the past; his helmet was framed by an orange visor, and a rank insignia was affixed to his chest plate. “We’re looking for a man named Tost. Do you have any information about his whereabouts?”

“No,” you snapped, hoping to shut down the conversation. “If that’s all, I do have patrons to get back to,”

“Are you sure? Any information would be very helpful--” you waved a hand dismissively, silencing the trooper.

“I don’t know anything, and I don’t want to get caught up in this war. All it does is bring destruction to the planets it claims, and we refuse to offer ourselves up for annihilation on a silver platter,” you said impatiently. “So either order a drink or get out of my bar,”

The regular you were chatting with earlier snorted at your little speech, and a very drunk group in the back broke out into a loud cheer. You raised a single, challenging eyebrow at the soldiers.

“Come on, the General is probably waiting for us,” another clone spoke up from the back of the group. The leader nodded, not even turning to look at the clone who had spoken, seemingly too transfixed on you.

“You’re right, Boil,” he said calmly. “If you can think of anything that would be helpful to the Republic cause, please don’t hesitate to come to one of our outposts. Ask for Marshal Commander Cody, and I’ll see to it that your information is in good hands,”

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest defensively. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,”

As the troopers filed out, you were sure that you could hear one of them swearing at you, but you chose to ignore it.

Later that night, when darkness had fallen completely and drunk patrons would fall off their stools every so often, two of the soldiers came in and tucked themselves away at a corner table. You grumbled a swear under your breath before walking over to the table and standing there, a single hand on your hip. The clones, now without their helmets, looked up sheepishly at you.

“I know you told us to get out earlier, but we’re not here for the Commander. We just want to unwind and have a drink,” one of them stuttered, obviously reciting a speech he had planned since before they walked in. You softened slightly as you watched the two men; it wasn’t their fault they were stuck in this war. Offering them a small smile, you took their orders and brought them their drinks, a little extra poured on top as a sign of goodwill.

“What’s up with them?” one of the men sitting at the bar asked you.

“Don’t know for sure,” you replied. “The whole squad came in earlier, asking for information. I get the feeling their commander is kind of a hardass,”

“Bet they just need to blow off some steam then,” the man said, and you nodded in agreement. With a sly look, the man glanced over at the troopers. “I’m sure you could offer them a much better way to relax,”

“You’re such a creep,” you deadpanned back, and the man laughed. “Besides, I don’t think clones are really my type,”

The door swung open with a clatter, and the orange-visored Commander stood in the doorway once more. You winced at the sudden loud noise.

“Is that Commander Hardass?” the man at the bar asked, and your grimace was enough to answer his question.

“Crys, Wooley, get back to camp,” the commander ordered, not even needing to raise his voice. The tipsy clones mumbled apologies and tossed a handful of credits on the table before shuffling out of the bar.

“What the hell!” you snapped at the clone commander. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“It was their turn for watch,” the clone said, sliding onto one of the unoccupied stools at the bar. The man you were speaking with earlier looked between the two of you, amused. “I’d like a drink. Corellian whiskey,”

“It’s after last call,” you lied.

“Since you won’t give me any information, the least you can do is give me a drink,” the commander said, taking off his helmet and setting it on the bar next to him. You stood there for a moment, simply taking the clone in. He somehow looked older than the other clones; perhaps it was just exhaustion from the war. His face was partially marred by a scar, but it only served to make him look more striking. It was the challenging look in his eyes, however, that made you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“So, you must be Commander Hardass,” the man at the bar said. You braced yourself for a fight, but instead, the clone just sipped on his drink, not even glancing at the other man.

“That’s Marshal Commander Hardass,” the clone replied. “But I much prefer to just be called Cody,”

“Well, well! We’ve got a big man in charge, here!” the man said, obviously inebriated. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was probably time to start clearing everyone’s checks.

“I think you’ve had enough, hun,” you drawled to the man, taking his now empty glass away from him. “You should be getting on home,”

“Come on! I just wanted in on the fun!” the man protested, but Cody shot him a glare, and the man dropped credits on the bar and left without further complaint.

You went about your nightly duties of wiping down tables and clearing tabs, only having to break up one drunken argument before it turned into a brawl. By the time you were finished, the Commander was the only person left in the bar.

“Time to go,” you said, voice clipped. Cody looked up at you, still nursing his glass of whiskey. You couldn’t help but find yourself staring as an errant drop of liquid ran spilled over his lip and down his chin, trailing a path down his neck. You swallowed hard.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay and chat,” he countered, as if daring you to throw him out once more.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” your reply was weakened by the slight crack in your voice as you watched Cody grip his drink tightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly in his throat as he swallowed the whiskey, and your eyes traced over the movement.

“No more little speeches?” he taunted you. “I even went so far as to buy a drink,”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the guy you’re looking for,” you said, a hint of resignation in your voice. “And if I did, I have no reason to trust you,”

“Your lack of trust certainly isn’t stopping you from eye-fucking me from across the bar,” Cody countered, and you blushed bright red. So he had noticed.

“I think you may be misconstruing my looks, Commander,” you tried to regain your blasé attitude, but it was no use.

“No, I think I’m quite right,” he said mildly as if he wasn’t laying all your dirty secrets on the table for him to peruse. “For someone who hates the war, you sure do seem to want a big, bad soldier to put you in your place,”

You gave up on trying to act aloof: “Hating the war and recognizing a good fuck aren’t mutually exclusive,”

A gloved hand fisted into your blouse and pulled you over the bar, and Cody crashed his lips into yours with so much force you felt your teeth clatter together. As you melted into the kiss, you weren’t quite sure if you had won your little battle of wills with the Commander, but at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

With surprising grace, Cody climbed over the bar and pushed you backward, framing your body by placing his arms on either side of you. He kissed you once more, less violent, but no less passionate. When you let out a soft whimper, Cody seized your moment of weakness and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Mm, cyare, look at you,” he breathed out, and you felt your face get hot at his praise. One gloved hand ran over the curve of your hip and up the side of your ribcage, before dragging up the side of your neck and gripping your chin between his fingers. “Absolutely at my mercy,”

As much as you were sure you looked the part of a good submissive, eyes glassy and mouth slightly agape, you refused to give him the satisfaction of having won so easily.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Commander,” you taunted, dropping one hand to press against his codpiece. He hissed at the contact, even though it wasn’t direct, and you smirked.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Cody said darkly in your ear. “Don’t get in over your head,”

“I won’t,” you replied confidently, mustering up all your strength to keep your voice even, despite the way one of his large hands was kneading the flesh of your waist. “I’m quite sure that you’ll be a mess for me by the end of the night,”

It was like you had flipped a switch in Cody’s head, and any sort of softness he was holding onto flew out the window. The hand that was gently touching your waist soon captured your wrist in a bruising grip, and he pulled you flush against his body.

“Is there somewhere more private that we can do this?” he asked, and you nodded frantically.

“I have an apartment above the bar,” you managed to stammer out.

“Good,” Cody said, grabbing his helmet and dragging you up the stairs by the wrist. You followed along but made sure to walk slowly, just so he’d have to put the extra bit of effort into getting you there. As you resisted, his fingers tightened slightly in warning.

When you had gotten upstairs and into the bedroom of your small apartment, Cody finally released your arm. He dropped his helmet on your dresser and pushed you back onto the bed, kissing you again. You whimpered as he slipped a hand under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.

“Cody--” you gasped between kisses, but Cody only smirked and pinched your nipple roughly. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, trying to press into his touch.

“No, no. Address me with respect,” he said, and you whimpered as he looked down at you. One of his legs slotted between yours, and he held himself over your chest with his free arm. All you could think of was how he looked over you.

“Commander,” you said in a mockingly sweet tone. Cody growled and kissed you again, this time trailing kisses and soft bites down your neck and jaw. The hand that had been covering your breast was now toying with the edge of your shirt, and you pulled back to let him take it off. When your shirt was discarded, Cody made quick work of your bra, and you had to hold back a moan as he looked at your now exposed chest reverently.

“See something you like?” you teased, but the dark look in Cody’s eyes shut you up immediately. He looked near feral, as if he was trying to stop himself from lunging at you right then and there. Involuntarily, a grin started to creep across your face.

“Something funny, pretty girl?” Cody said, reaching out and grazing his thumb over one of your nipples.

“You just look so eager--ah!” you were cut off as Cody took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against you as you continued to whimper, your breathy moans turning needy as he continued his work.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he teased, sitting back so he could watch your chest heave as you sucked in labored breaths.

“Cody, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now,” you said, but your threat had no force behind it. Nonetheless, Cody started to remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not very patient,” he said, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been known to be a bit demanding at times,” you said, pleased that you got what you wanted.

“The only thing you’ll be by the time I’m finished is a cockdumb little whore,” Cody challenged, and you swallowed thickly. He had finished taking off his armor and was now pulling his shirt over his head, and you tried to memorize the plains of his body as quickly as you could. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin trail of dark hair that crept down below the waistband of his blacks.

“See something you like?” he parroted back your earlier words. You nodded, and Cody smiled as he tugged you closer to him once more. His hands worked at the button on your pants, and before you knew it, he was shimmying the garment down your hips, leaving you in just your panties. With a gentle push, you fell back against the bed and Cody positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties, pretty girl,” Cody said, tracing one finger lightly over your slit. You whined, trying to jerk your hips up for more friction, but he merely chuckled and placed an arm over your hips. “No, you’ll take what I give you,”

“Yes, Commander,” you looked down at him with glassy eyes, the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over you was almost too much. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because Cody pulled your panties to the side and dove in, lapping up the wetness you had already created before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your mouth dropped open with your loud moan.

“For all your bravado, you’re quite easy to control,” Cody said, voice rumbling against you in a way that sent sparks flying up your spine. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it; the way he was working your body right now, you would’ve committed murder if he’d asked. His tongue traced lazy circles over your clit, occasionally dipping down to thrust into you for a moment, making you squeal.

“Ahh! Commander!” your moans were whiny, and you could almost feel Cody’s ego inflating as you writhed underneath him. Suddenly, he slipped one thick finger into you, and you clenched around it so hard that Cody throbbed in his blacks.

“That’s it, take my fingers. Have to prepare you for my cock, pretty girl,” he growled before giving your clit another teasing lick. A second finger joined the first, and you bucked your hips up to meet them. Cody laughed. “It’s so easy to make you squirm,”

“Don’t get smug on me,” you tried to scold him, but it came out as a whine. You could rapidly feel your orgasm approaching, and you tried to warn the man underneath you, but your words all turned into moans as you tried to form them.

“Come on, pretty girl, let go for me,” Cody ordered, and you did as he asked. Clenching around his fingers, you whimpered as he worked you through it. It wasn’t until you were too over sensitive to bear it that he finally pulled away.

“Holy shit,” you said dreamily, head still a little fuzzy from your orgasm. Cody kissed you once more, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Commander, please,”

“Please what?” he said back, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I want,” you said, trailing your hand down until you could rub him through his blacks. He groaned as you palmed him, and you smiled innocently.

“Ask for it nicely,” Cody teased. He was nearly as impatient as you were, however, and he was already reaching for the waistband of his blacks.

“Please fuck me, Commander,” you said, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. Your shame had flown completely out the window, your brain now singularly focused on the man above you.

Grinning eagerly, Cody pulled off his pants and discarded them, and your mouth hung open slightly at the sight of his cock. You quickly closed it when you heard Cody snort in amusement, and pouted as he lined himself up.

“You still want this?” he asked, face so close that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Stop teasing and just do it already!” your voice pitched up as he slowly pushed himself in. You could feel him stretching you, and Cody swore under his breath as he bottomed out.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, rocking his hips slightly to let you adjust to the movement. You hooked one leg around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into you.

“Please, I’m not gonna break, Commander,” you gave him your best doe eyes, and Cody growled and thrust into you hard, pushing you up the bed slightly. He kept a steady pace, making sure to press his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust. He grabbed the leg that you had wrapped around his waist and pulled it up until it was sitting on his shoulder, letting him hit a whole new angle inside you.

Your whimpering turned into loud moans as he continued pounding into you, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you that sent spots flying through your vision. Cody gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you. His face was dusted pink from exertion, and his pupils were blown so wide that they nearly eclipsed the soft amber of the iris.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Cody groaned, his grip on your chin tightening. “Want my pretty girl to feel good,”

“So fucking good, feel so big inside me,” you stammered, unable to think about much other than the way he was fucking you. Your back arched off the bed as Cody dropped your chin and trailed his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

“There’s my little cockdumb girl,” he said, a tinge of admiration in his voice. “Taking me so fucking well,”

“Yes, please, anything!” your words were jumbled, but Cody seemed to know what you meant. His thumb worked faster on your clit, and you squirmed, trying to lean into the touch and wriggle away from it at the same time. Cody held you in place, watching your chest heave as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said, and you did, a broken moan of his name on your lips. He fucked you through it, his thrusts getting erratic as you tightened around him. As you trembled with the aftershocks, you were able to see Cody pull out of you and jerk himself a few times, before spilling all over his hand and your stomach.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” you said. Your voice was still a little shaky, and Cody laughed at how fucked out you sounded. He swiped a towel from your attached ‘fresher and cleaned you off, before falling into bed beside you.

“Practice,” he said smugly, and you rolled your eyes. “So was I?”

“Hmm?” you mumbled sleepily, snuggling your face into the clone’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you comfortingly.

“You said I looked like a good fuck. Was I?” he said, kissing the top of your head playfully.

“Well, I’m not completely cockdumb like you said I’d be,” you said, a mischievous smirk on your face. Cody sat up, a wicked look in his eyes. A surge of arousal pooled in your stomach.

“Guess we’re not done, then,”

[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 9 - Moan

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1431

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20]   [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R   P E R S P E C T I V E

Yoongi gently helped me sit up on my knees next to him on the bed.

The whole thing had my mind spinning.

Or maybe it was just the lack of air I had had underneath the blankets.

I blinked in the bright light of the sunshine peeking through the blinds I had opened in my fall.

But every time I closed my eyes, I saw again the close-up image of Yoongi's morning wood.

'You okay?' Yoongi asked me friendly. I looked at him.

His face was probably the kindest and sweetest face I had ever seen. So round and soft, with perfect doll-like lips, it made me still. I felt almost enchanted, captured by his beauty.

'I'm okay,' I whispered in response to his question. The words came out slowly, as I found it hard to think clearly.

'You know, next time you want to wake me, you can just knock on my door instead of throwing yourself onto me,' Yoongi joked.

I didn't respond but simply watched the curves of his mouth as he spoke.

'It could've been really awkward if I hadn't thrown the blanket to cover you and Kookie would've seen you,' he said. His tone of voice had changed. It wasn't a joke anymore. There was something...

He kept silent for a few seconds, looking back at me as I watched his face in awe.

He tilted his head slightly and pulled up the left corner of his mouth into a smile. A smile that suddenly changed his expression into something almost... Animalistic.

'Unless...' He said, pausing and sitting up a little more. His blanket slipped from his upper body and his midriff was now completely exposed, showing his abs.

My heart rate instantly rose, and I opened my mouth slightly to breathe.

'Unless...' he repeated, 'you don't mind being found like that.' He spoke softly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

I felt frozen in place. Unable to speak or think rationally.

Yoongi tilted his head again to the other side.

'Unless.. you like being a little... adventurous,' he whispered.

My heart rate shot through the roof and in a split second my imagination ran wild, showing me wild and extreme images not to be said out loud.

But it was as if he knew.

He stretched out his hand towards me, stroking his thumb over my cheek, down to my jawline, and finally resting underneath my chin. He placed his index finger on my chin with his thumb still under it, holding my face like that.

It was as if he studied me. As if he found me as fascinating and exciting as I found him.

Slowly and softly he pulled my face towards his, not breaking eye contact. Studying me.

It was so easy to obey.

I shifted my weight as I followed his guidance, getting further on my knees, and eventually, putting down my hands next to his body to support myself.

There I was, sitting like a doggy with my face only fractions away from Yoongi's.

'Do you want to kiss me?' he whispered invitingly.

His warm breath stroked my lips.

'Yes,' I breathed without thinking.

Upon my words, Yoongi instantly leaned forwards and pressed his lips onto mine.

It was like the whole world disappeared. A storm of butterflies burst out in my belly and I could only feel his soft lips on mine.

I kissed him back carefully. Afraid that if I would move too much, the universe would implode and he would disappear.

His kisses were so soft, so sweet, with his tongue intertwining with mine, and I couldn't help but yearn for more.

I couldn't help but moan, feeling it more than hearing it.

Suddenly, Yoongi grabbed my wrists and pushed me over.

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Y O O N G   I P E R S P E C T I V E

Her moan sent me over the edge.

I grabbed her wrists and pushed her over to her back. I placed myself over her, one leg in between hers and one leg on the outside, my hands pushing down her wrists above her head.

I admired her for a second in this position.

Her face was such an open book, it was so easy to read everything that was going through her. The excitement, the anxiousness, the disbelief, but most of all, how horny she was.

'You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?' I let slip.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

I couldn't help but grin.

'You know,' I whispered to her, taking both of her wrists into one hand to free up the other, 'we all think so,'

I watched her face to see her reaction.

Again, disbelief and confusion. It was so cute, and it only made me want her more.

With my free hand, I traced her jawline, down her neck, and onto her collarbones.

The top of her too-small maid costume was clearly having a hard time holding her breasts in. I wanted to see them.

I looked up at her face and started to unbutton her top with my free hand, watching her reaction for any sign of unwillingness. If she'd show any, I'd stop.

But she didn't. Her breathing only got heavier as she remained still underneath me, keeping eye contact.

Her top immediately sprang open when it was completely unbuttoned, exposing a light pink, lace bra.

I could feel my dick twitch in my boxers.

'You know, we personally picked you,' I told her, again watching her reaction. Again it was surprise and disbelief.

I licked my lips.

Carefully and very slowly I pulled down her bra, to expose her nipples. She didn't refuse, but I could see her cheeks color slightly.

So damn cute.

I looked down again. Her nipples were hard and beautifully pink. I let out a deep sigh in longing before diving into her neck and starting to kiss and lick her there.

I could hear her sigh and moan softly, making me twitch again,

Slowly I made my way down to her breasts, kissing and licking every inch of skin I could reach.

When I finally planted a kiss on her nipple she let out of high but soft moan.

I could feel my dick pulsing, pleading to get some action. But I didn't give in to it.

'We picked you because we couldn't get you off of our minds,' I told her. At this point, I wasn't even really sure if she could still hear me anymore. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was curved in a slight smile that turned me the fuck on. But I wasn't just telling her these things to turn her on. I was telling her because it was the truth and I wanted her to know. I needed her to know.

I bend over again and started flicking my tongue over her nipple, drawing circles around it and eventually, sucking it. As soon as I sucked it, she let out a deep moan. It was clear she had very sensitive nipples.

I played with her breasts for a while, watching and listening to her reactions, until she started twitching underneath me.

This was the moment I had been waiting for.

I stopped nibbling on her nipple and brought my face close to hers again.

'We can't get you out of our minds,' I repeated to her as she opened her eyes to see why I had stopped. Her eyes were only half-opened. A sleepy-like look, if it weren't for her flushed cheeks and slightly opened dry mouth that clearly screamed "horny as fuck".

'And feel like you can't get us out of your mind either,' I said provocatively.

She didn't respond but just panted while looking at me longingly. I grinned and licked my lips again as I brought down my free hand again. But instead of going back to her breasts, I went further down, stroking her exposed thigh, and going inwards and upwards.

[elysianslove]

hey! i saw you are taking request for jujutsu kaisen maybe can i request itadori with his fem! s/o cuddling and kissing? just itadori being happy to have a s/o

hi anon!!! thank you so much for requesting this i loved writing it sm omg. i really hope you enjoy!!

━━ at the sight of your boyfriend, a lover and a friend in one, you exhale a sigh of relief, shoulders lightly slumping. when he picks you apart from the crowd, he beams, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rushes over to where you stand. with open arms, you greet him. easily, you fit in his arms, throwing your own around his neck as he generously picks you up off the ground. his grip tightens around your waist as he rocks the two of you side to side, a happy sigh leaving his lips as he sets you down.

“you’re okay,” you point out, and he nods, brushing away at a strand of your hair.

“course i am,” he replies, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your lips. you meet him halfway, reveling in the spark that flies straight down your spine and in the way your heart sinks into your stomach. months with him and the feeling still erupts like flames in your chest as soon as he presses his lips to yours. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, exaggerating the kiss by making a loud smooch noise when he pulls back. “missed you, pretty girl,” he admits to you, and you hold back a giggle.

instead, you punch at his arm lightly, attempting to scowl at him. “you scared me, yuuji,” you tell him, and he offers a pout. “you’re never late.”

he sympathizes with you, offering another simple kiss to your lips. against your mouth, he replies, “i’m sorry.” and he means it, clearly, so you shift your pout into an easy smile, nodding gently.

“wanna go get something to eat?” you offer. “or are you too tired and just wanna go home?”

he sighs, deflating slightly as he wonders, “would you hate me if i asked to go for takeout?” it elicits a small laugh from you, and you shake your head, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours while you lead the way.

you make it home just as the sun sets, inviting yuuji in. the both of you follow a familiar pace of routine as you travel through your home, slipping off your shoes by the front door, before each taking a turn to wash your hands and slip off any extra layers of clothing. while you offer him your shower, and he gratefully accepts, you order your usual with him, making note to the receiver on the other end of the line of yuuji’s extra specific wants.

he walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him, just as you slip on a hoodie over some shorts. although you loved adventurous and spontaneous dates with your boyfriend, his attitude and personality making everything a thousand times more exciting than it already was, you adored days like this even more. where it was just you, him, and the four walls surrounding you.

he grins at you cheekily, shirtless with a towel wrapped at around his waist. you roll your eyes at the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and toss him his pair of sweatpants, somehow always conveniently being misplaced in your bedroom. although it’s nothing particularly foreign to your eyes, you look away, giving him small privacy as he slips them on. when you turn back around, he’s already nearing you with the same cheeky smile on his lips.

“sorry i didn’t have any underwear to spare,” you say, but you’re not entirely apologetic.

he scoffs, retorting, “you coulda given me one of your lace ones. i know the pastel pink ones would look so good on me.”

you roll your eyes again, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. “hm,” you reply, “to match your hair.” he scrunches up his noise in response to you reaching up and ruffling up his hair, but he doesn’t reject or push you away. if anything, he leans into your touch.

it’s an hour later you find yourself on the couch outside, take out balanced in one hand, chopsticks in the other. you eat your food with yuuji in relative silence, a random show playing on your tv screen as you occasionally offer him some of your food, while he feeds you some of his. it’s intimate in its own way, the way he smiles softly at you while placing his chopsticks between your lips, or the way he reaches over the lick a stripe of discarded sauce near your mouth, or the way you squeal and slap at his upper arm in response, unable to mask the giggling that erupts from your chest. it’s moments like these that only work at deepening your love for yuuji.

with your bellies full and your hearts sated, you lay in bed with him, his arms curled tight around your waist, pushing your body flush against his. if you lean back slightly, you can manage to admire his features up close, a privilege you always take advantage of at any given moment.

“you’re so pretty,” you hear him say. he sounds only somewhat sleepy, a little drowsy, but the apparent tiredness in his eyes doesn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing a single kiss against your lips. “my gorgeous girl,” he continues, and presses his lips harsher against yours, this time eliciting a gasp from you. the kiss is only messy and lazy because the two of you lack the proper energy to initiate anything stronger, but it still fills you to the brim with ecstasy, much like a drug.

quickly, you’re flipped over, and you settle on his lap. he’s balanced up slightly, leaning his back against the headboard, placing his hands upon your revealed thighs. he caresses the skin softly, kneading lightly to urge you to lean forward and kiss him again. you oblige, and capture his lips once more, your mind going fuzzy with the way his fingers seem to be endlessly ghosting on your skin, up to where the ends of your hoodie rests on your hips. his hands settle there, tightly gripping onto the hem of it. he deepens the kiss only momentarily, letting his tongue slip past your open mouth, before he pulls back, fixing you with a confused glance.

“i knew this material felt familiar,” he announces, his gaze falling onto the hoodie you wear. “this is mine!”

you humor him and hum, taking his chin in your hand and refocusing his attention back on you. he’s distracted now, though, and you know it’ll be almost impossible to get him back into the mood he’d created for the both of you. “it’s mine now,” you say.

he huffs, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest as a pout settles on his lips. god, he looks so fucking cute.

“what?” you tease. “don��t like me in it?”

“no!” he relents, eyes widening slightly. “but this is like the fifth one, baby.” he’s whining now, but you only laugh.

you shrug. “so,” you respond, a playful grin on your face as you stare down at him. “buy another one.”

“you’ll just steal that too,” he points out, and you laugh again, shuffling lower down his body and laying on top of him, resting your palms flat on his chest with your chin balanced on top of your hands.

he looks down at you slightly, taking in the image of you as you say, “tough luck, handsome.”

instead of persevering in his argument, a sly smile plays on his lips, and he sits up, taking you up with him. mouth hovering over yours, he wonders, “handsome huh?”

“yuuji wha—“ a squeal rips from your throat as you’re suddenly flipped over again, yuuji holding himself up above you with one hand placed by your head, the other on your waist — underneath your hoodie. any protest you have is swallowed by his lips on yours again. he’s not an ounce of rough, however, and only kisses you as gently as he first did. you pull back, settling your hands on his cheeks as you stare into his eyes. “my handsome boy,” you confess to him, your compliment eerily similar to his, and he beams leaning down to place his lips on yours once more.

and you realize just how content you are with spending eternity like this.

end note; and the simp list grows rip </3. i actually loved this and i love yuuji sm and i hope everybody else enjoyed hehe. all your jjk requests (and the haikyuu requests as well) are being worked on i promise i’m not ignoring anyone!!! luv u all <333

[redheadedpineapple]

haikyuu bois n taking pictures

Day 18: Camera Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji GN!Reader pre established relationship, fluff

──────〔Oikawa Tooru〕──────

literally loves taking pictures of you and with you

when you ask him to take pictures, he gets so giddy

like YES of course he wants to capture this moment with you

loves posting pictures of you two on social media ‘cause he likes to share how much he loves you

he hardly wants to take pictures by himself---why would he when he could be taking pictures with you!!

he sometimes will take pictures of you without telling you, when you look so stunning and serene and he doesn’t wanna bother you

but he always shows you them after, and if you’re embarrassed, he’ll delete it! regretfully, because no matter what he thinks you look amazing, but he respects you

100% has his phone wallpaper of you

probably takes the time to use the new ios updates to make a pretty aesthetic layout on his phone based around you

“Tooru!” You pout, looking away embarrassed. “There’s no way I look even half flattering in that,” you say, having heard the unmuted ‘snap’ of his camera.

Oikawa insists he leaves his phone unmuted because he likes his ringtones, but after telling him a million times he can keep his ringtones in a setting even when he mutes, you’re sure he keeps it unmuted just to taunt you sometimes.

“You’re right, you look completely flattering. You’re so pretty!”

You try and snatch his phone, but he holds it out of reach as you try. You get a glimpse of the image.

“What d’you mean, I look horrible in that!”

He hums. “I don’t think so… But if you really want I’ll delete it, baby.”

“I… You don’t have to, I just don’t know how you can think I look good no matter what.”

He softly smiles at you before kissing your nose. “I’m just madly in love with you. No matter what you look like, you’re the most stunning person to me.”

“I love you too, Tooru. So much,” you say, smiling as you push yourself into him for a hug. He wraps his arms around you and carries you to the couch to cuddle.

──────〔Bokuto Koutarou〕──────

he gets so excited when you wanna take pictures with him

he loves getting to have a way to always see your face even when he’s out

you just make him smile so much

and he’ll definitely post pictures of you on social media if you give him the go ahead

loves you so, so much and can’t help but want to share it with everyone

like YES he loves you and he loves you SO much and how could he NOT when LOOK AT YOU TWO ON DATE NIGHT <3

gets super flustered and happy when you post pictures of him

like “aww you love me too~” “bokuto we’ve been dating for months now-”

he really likes taking photos with you because seeing you with him makes his heart go doki doki like holy shit he really landed you and he loves you so much and you love him and alskdjfise

“Babe! Look!” Bokuto says, practically bouncing as he shoves his phone in your face.

You have to take a step back to see it clearly, but it’s a photo of you and him on your first date. You’re a bit embarrassed to see the younger you, but you two are giving the biggest smiles. Bokuto’s giving peace signs, and you’re sat at one of those restaurants where they make the food right in front of you.

“Awh… our first date… I remember that night, you caught on fire!” you laugh as he pouts, poking his cheek.

“That was so lame of me…”

You hum, like you’re deep in thought. “I don’t think so. I thought it was goofy, and you ended up a-ok, so no problem! Besides, I can handle a little bit of lame. Remember that time you-”

“Don’t-”

“Tried to do a front flip on the trampoline but ended up spinning too much and fell face first into the trampoline, somehow getting a bloody nose?”

“HEY! I hoped you forgot about that…”

You giggle. “I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to, which I really don’t. Besides, I love you! Lame bits and all.”

“But I wanna be a cool boyfriend for you!”

“You are! You’re super cool, and sometimes you’re a dork too. I love that side of you, baby.”

He giggles, embarrassed. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Pinky swear it?”

You hold out your small finger. “Pinky promise.”

──────〔Akaashi Keiji〕──────

he’s not one for pictures to be honest

he’ll take a few here and there, maybe some pretty sunsets

but if you want to, he’d be more than happy to take pictures of you

he doesn’t mind being in them, but he never really knows how to pose or anything

sometimes you just put your arm over his shoulder and pull him in for a selfie

he doesn’t think they look all that good, but you love them, so he smiles and goes with it

he’ll take pictures of you when he thinks he’s got a good idea for one

like, he sometimes talks like a pro photographer

all the pictures he takes come out breathtaking

“Okay, look just a bit more to your left---yep, perfect. You look so handsome, darling. And… there.”

You abandon your posing and rush over to him to see the image, and you sigh, awestruck. “Jeez, Keiji, it’s so pretty… The lighting and everything… I look like an angel.”

He pecks you on the cheek. “You always look like an angel. Even when you’ve barely woken up with drool on your chin and bags under your eyes.”

You smack him playfully on the arm, and he smiles lightly. “Oh hush! That’s coming from you, you’re literally the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

Akaashi shakes his head, humming. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Shall we continue on our way, then?”

You nod, and intertwine your fingers with his, walking with him in the dim light of the setting sun, occasionally stopping for more pictures. When you get home from the walk, you take a look at all of them again, lying on the couch with him, telling him how you think it’s so unfair he gets to make you look like an angel while he’s already a perfect angel that you can’t do anything to make him prettier.

When he rolls his eyes, you snap a picture of him, and show the slightly blurry picture. He cocks an eyebrow as you grin, pointing out that you’re right---see how pretty he is? Even there? He doesn’t, but the fact that you do makes his heart flutter, and he gives you soft kisses along your neck and face as you lean into him.

[saturnznct]

pregnancy | j.s

➸ request from anon: johnny scenario where he vlogs your whole pregnancy of jude (stomach growing, cravings)

➸ note; thank u so so much for requesting this <33 it’s very very long so i hope u dont mind lol 

➸ word count; 3945 words

➸ jude; in the womb lol

nct masterlist 

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Ok right of the bat let me just say I don’t think this would be shared

I feel like he would make it as a sort of keepsake for you both, and of course Jude when he’s older

I feel like Johnny would want to keep it as a memory that he could always go back to,, I feel like he loves to do that

He gets the idea to start about three weeks in, it kind of just comes to him

‘Let me take a photo of you,’ Johnny says as you’re getting ready for bed.

‘Why?’ You respond, confused.

‘I want to take a photo of you every week,’ he explains, ‘then when you have them we can put them all together and just look back on it in the future.’

You comply, rolling up your shirt.

Your stomach is pretty much unchanged, but he just snaps a quick photo regardless.

‘Pretty,’ he muses, while you climb back into your shared bed.

A lot of your first trimester was just stressful tbh full of meetings with SM and trying to figure out the best way forward, as well as the sickness that Johnny would try his best to help you through, tying up your hair and bringing you water

Johnny only wanted to capture the happy moments bc i feel like we all know that’s what he loves to do the most

Johnny only wanted to capture the happy moments bc i feel like we all know that’s what he loves to do the most

Which is also why he never records telling the members because it honestly took place in the form of a meeting and was a genuinely serious conversation

You honestly don’t really notice him recording much at first

A lot of what he does is make voice recordings when he talks to the baby,,,

Sometimes when he feels demotivated or burnt out when practicing he often listens to them to feel better change my mind <3

He puts down a camera in the clinic which films a lot of your first scan, filming you having the cold gel put on your stomach and the way you shiver.

‘It’s so cold,’ you turn to Johnny, who chuckles softly.

‘You’ll get used to it soon,’ the nurse smiles, producing the ultrasound want from seemingly out of nowhere and resting it on your stomach

At first, all you see is grey on the screen, the outline of your uterus materialising gradually

‘Lets try and find them,’ the nurse murmurs, moving the probe around more, spreading the gel around a bit.

‘Wow,’ Johnny gasps, the silhouette of your baby come into view.

‘There they are,’ the nurse narrates.

Johnny is close to tears, unable to tear his eyes away from the monitor, while your face contorts into one of absolute amazement and just pure love

The nurse giggles at your stunned silence

At this point Johnny is basically sobbing he feels so happy and overwhelmed and feels just complete for the first time in a while

Of course several screenshots are taken of the ultrasound and you hang onto a copy of it to eventually send to Johnny’s parents once they know

There’s a series of clips of your symptoms, including you shoving massive amounts of ice cream into your mouth, sleeping like a baby in Johnny’s arms with tear tracks all down your cheeks and eventually the sight of a twelve week bump finally rearing it’s head

‘Okay, are you ready?’ Johnny asks you, camera pointed at the screen of the laptop, which had zoom open.

‘Ready as I’ll ever be,’ your hands are shaking wildly, and you gulp loudly.

‘We’re going to be just fine, baby…’ he reassures you, leaning across to kiss the side of your head and then tilting your chin to catch your lips

Your head is resting on Johnny’s shoulder when his parents answer the video call

‘Hello you two,’ Johnny’s mother beams,

‘Hey! Mom! Dad!’ Johnny grins back, and you cant find any words to say due to your nerves

You remain silent for a few moments to allow the family to greet each other, but then eventually his parent’s attention turns to you.

‘Oh, Y/N, how are you?’ Johnny’s mom asks you, and your stomach turns

‘I’m good, thank you,’ you force a smile.

‘You look beautiful,’ she comments, ‘you’re almost…. glowing.’

‘Thank you,’ you smile more genuinely this time, considering for the last twelve weeks you’ve been feeling like shit.

‘Anyway, what’s this about?’ Johnny’s dad questions, ‘why did you both need to talk to us?’

‘Well…’ Johnny starts, grabbing your hand off screen and squeezing it, ‘we both have something that we want to tell you.’

‘What is it?’

‘You’re not engaged- are you?’ his mother gasps.

’No, no, it’s not that,’ Johnny shakes his head.

‘What is it then?’

‘Y/N is- well, we’re going to be having a baby...’

You panic at the silence that comes after Johnny’s words, but eventually it is filled with his mother squeaking out a ‘you’re pregnant?’

You nod, chewing on the bottom of your lip anxiously.

‘Oh my god, are you really?’

’Show them,’ Johnny murmurs, and you stand up, rolling up your shirt so that your bump is on show.

Johnny’s mother squeals once again, while his dad just grins.

‘Congratulations!’ They’re both seem absolutely thrilled which hugely calms you down.

‘I knew it when I saw you!’ His mother exclaims when you sit down, ‘like I said, you’re glowing!’

’Thank you,’ you smile sheepishly.

You can’t help but notice how they haven’t even mentioned the company/Johnny’s career and it just felt so nice to just focus on something else for once

The next day you send a copy of the ultrasound photo in the mail <3

‘Y/N, would you like to tell the camera why we’re going through the Mcdonald’s drive through at two-thirty in the morning?’

You glare at Johnny, taking his words as annoyance.

‘Well, it’s your fault I’m fucking pregnant isn’t it,’ you huff, ‘I just want an Oreo McFlurry, but you have to give me all that cheek like it’s MY fault-’

Johnny just shoots the camera a look.

The scene changes to you two parked in the Mcdonald’s car park, you holding your ice cream and eating it quietly.

You can see your growing bump clearly through your leggings, and Johnny takes a moment to admire it.

‘You look so pretty like this,’ he hums, and you stare at him through your half lidded eyes.

‘Eating ice cream?’

‘No- with our baby.’

You’re too tired to argue, too tired to point out all of the ugly things that have come with your pregnancy, so you just lean across the console (with some effort) and kiss him on the lips before resting your head in his neck.

‘Thank you for driving me here so late.’

‘It’s my pleasure,’ he kisses your head, ‘I’d do anything for you, and them.’

‘Can you believe we get to find out what they are next week?’

‘I know,’ Johnny shakes his head in disbelief, ‘this… it’s gone so fast.’

You nod in agreement, ‘I think it’s a boy.’

‘Really?’ He says, eyes widening slightly.

‘Yep. I just have a feeling that our baby will look exactly like you.’

‘I haven’t really thought about it… I’ve been too focused on figuring out how I’m going to be a good dad.’

You remove your head from his shoulder, shoving your now empty ice cream cup into the drink holder.

‘John Suh, you have practically raised several of your members, what makes you think that you can’t do it now?’

‘This is different,’ he sighs, ‘I’m literally responsible for a human life here…’

‘You took care of Mark,’ you point out, ‘you took care of Ten, helped him learn Korean and adapt and grow into a brand new country where he knew nothing. You can do the exact same thing with our son or daughter.’

There’s a silence as he considers your words, before he sighs softly, ‘I can’t wait to meet them. I promise I’ll always be there-’

‘I know you will be. I trust you.’

‘Thank you. I love you both with all of my heart.’

‘We love you too. Now, we would love you even more if you could take us through the drive-thru again and get another McFlurry.’

Johnny just laughs lowly, putting the key in the ignition and turning it, so the car flares to life once again, ‘only because I love you.’

The scene changes, and once again you’re sitting in the car, except this time it’s daytime.

‘We’re on the way to the doctors right now,’ you narrate, sweaty palms quite clearly kneading Johnny’s hands, ‘time to find out whether you’re a boy or a girl.’

‘Everyone is pretty sure you’re a boy,’ Johnny says, ‘I’m still not sure.’

‘Well you’ll know in an hour anyway,’ you deadpan, ‘and you’ll see that I’m right.’

‘Whatever you say,’ he grins.

‘I’ve been wondering recently what they’re going to think when they watch this video in the future,’ you tell Johnny.

‘Don’t say that,’ he shudders, ‘I’m just imagining them to be all grown up and that’s scary.’

‘They’ll be all grown up when they watch this,’ you point out.

‘Well hey, grown up baby Suh, hope we didn’t completely fuck you up-‘

‘John-‘

‘Sorry,’ he chuckles, ‘I hope they’re laughing.’

The video cuts to a new scene, a very blindingly white one, where you’re laying on a bed in the doctor’s office.

‘Are you ready Y/N?’ The nurse asks, applying the familiar gel to your stomach.

‘As ready as I’ll ever be,’ you reply, eyes squeezing shut at the coldness, trying to focus on the way Johnny plays with your hair.

Johnny’s parents are on facetime, waiting in anticipation to hear the results.

The nurse spends a few minutes showing you the ways in which the baby has grown, playing the heartbeat for you and just generally checking things over.

’Now for the moment I know you’ve been waiting for,’ she says, which earns chuckles from all four of you.

She spends about a minute moving the wand around, clearly trying to find the right angle to check

‘Ok, I can see now,’ the Nurse says, ‘you ready?’

‘Just say it!’ Johnny’s mother yells from the phone, making the rest of you crack up.

‘It very much appears that you’re having a baby boy.’

‘A boy,’ Johnny echos, kissing your forehead repeatedly as you tear up.

You can hear Johnny’s parents hollering and clapping through the screen.

‘I told you,’ you whisper, laughing through the tears, ‘I knew it would be.’

‘You were right, angel..’

‘Aren’t you happy?’ You ask, noticing that he hasn’t said anything yet.

‘Incredibly,’ he’s choked up, the words get caught in his throat, ‘love you both so so much.’

The scene changes to you in a shop, looking intensively at a stuffed giraffe.

Johnny turns the camera to himself, and you can see the way his mask is pulled up to below his eyes, black Chicago Cubs cap also pulled down so that his eyes are shielded.

He tries to make a face at the camera, but questions whether or not you could tell.

‘John, what do you think?’ You ask quietly, holding up a white bear, ‘should we get the white one, the grey one, or the blue one? I feel as though if we get the white then that will make his bedroom too bright and then he won’t be able to sleep, and the blue feels almost sexist, in a way-‘

’Don’t stress yourself out, angel,’ Johnny murmurs quietly, ‘it’s not that huge of a deal… but if you’re asking me, get the grey. It’ll look nice with the white bedding.’

You sigh deeply, switching the white bear for the grey one, ‘you’re right. How did I not see that before.’

‘What can I say,’ he shrugs, ‘I’m just incredible at interior design.’

‘I hope you feel the same way when you build the rest of the furniture with Jaehyun and Ten this weekend.’

‘I volunteered-‘

‘You had no choice, I can’t exactly do it myself, can I?’

Johnny just laughs quietly.

‘Also, Jude, yes I am talking about your uncles-‘

‘I didn’t realise we had settled on Jude,’ Johnny interrupts.

‘Oh, uh, yeah right. Force of habit. It just feels right to say.’

‘He does feel like a Jude, I agree, but I think we need to explore some more options.’

’Not John Jr again,’ you whine, ‘I’m telling you, it sounds like a euphemism.’

‘Okay, fine, Jude it is.’

‘Really?’ You squeal, trying not to literally jump for joy.

‘Yeah,’ Johnny grins, ‘I love it.’

‘Yay!’ you clap, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself to give him a massive kiss on the cheek (where his mask wasn’t covering), ‘thank you.’

‘No, thank you.’

The video changes to you two laying on your shared bed, Johnny’s head resting against your twenty week bump.

You can clearly see the way your skin pulses as Jude kicks from inside of you.

‘John, look, you can see the shape of his foot,’ you point out, prodding the area where he last kicked.

‘I can see,’ Johnny turns his head to kiss the area softly, making a light pecking sound.

You haven’t noticed that he’s filming, so you’re just absentmindedly kneading your fingers through his hair, occasionally wincing and jumping as Jude delivered a particularly hard kick.

Johnny feels utterly blissful. The rest of the world has just melted away, and it’s only you two left.

He falls asleep on your lap, the video clip ending with you finding the camera and turning it off.

The image cuts off, and is replaced with Johnny sitting in a dark room, white glow of the laptop screen the only light.

‘Your mom is asleep in the other room,’ he says quietly, looking straight into the camera lens, ’so I’m going to try to be quiet.’

He clicks around on his laptop for a bit, typing quickly.

‘I am… currently booking plane tickets,’ he explains, while he waits for the website to load.

‘One way. One for me and one for your mother, to Chicago, where you’re going to be born.’

Again he’s silent for a while, eyebrows cocked in concentration.

‘We’re going to go about three and a half weeks before your due date, then we’ll probably come back when you’re six weeks old. Wait, will I have to book a plane ticket for you? I should probably find that out.’

He opens another tab.

’The fact that we’re going to have the same hometown,’ he bites his lip and shakes his head, ‘makes me so so so happy.’

‘And you’re going to meet your grandma and grandpa right away!’

You had both agreed that you would travel to Chicago in order to have Jude; it was the place where most of the family was, the people that he wanted to be surrounded by when his first child was born, and most importantly, it was away from all of the craziness of Korea.

The company had asked him to begin writing the famous handwritten note all SM idols do

He somewhat dreaded the response, but tried very hard to not show you this, as to not worry you even more

You could tell that there was something on his mind but you assumed it was just general nerves

Some time passes before Johnny eventually turns back to the camera, ‘okay, that’s our tickets booked. Just waiting on you now, little man.’

He smiles tiredly, reaching an arm out to turn off the camera.

‘Y/N?’ Mark asks, gingerly approaching you where you’re standing against the wall in the hallway.

‘Yes?’ You ask tiredly, moving your head from where it rested on your hand.

‘Are you feeling ok? Johnny sent me to check on you.’

‘I’m fine,’ you choke out.

It was comeback season, Johnny’s last  before going on a mini-hiatus for the sake of you and Jude.

You’d been feeling sick all day, dizziness and general sickness plaguing your whole body.

You noticed the way the members treated you, almost as if you’d break if they came near you.

‘We’re having a difficult day today, Jude,’ Johnny narrates, ‘your mama’s here, supporting me, but we’re… feeling a bit sick.’

You curl into his body, wrapping an arm around him.

He kisses your head, ‘do you need to sit down?’

You nod into his chest.

‘Okay,’ Johnny turns off his camera.

‘You can lay down on that couch if you want,’ a staff member tells you when you sit down, sinking into the cushions.

‘I’m fine,I’m fine,’ you mumble, not wanting to be a burden.

Another staff member was around to take care of you, bringing you things if you needed them, but you tried hard to not bother her.

‘We need to get you guys to the stage now,’ yet another staff member appears in the doorway, wearing a huge bulky headset.

‘See you later, Y/N,’ each of the members wave at you, Johnny pursuing a discreet kiss to your forehead.

‘We’re about to tell the world about you, Judey,’ Johnny mumbles at the camera, days later.

‘When are they posting it?’ You ask off screen.

‘At six,’ he answers, turning around so that you’re on screen.

You’re fondly cradling your bump underneath your white flowy shirt. You’ve actually gotten up today, bothering to dress somewhat nicely.

‘And it’s five fifty-eight now.’

‘Oh,’ you say dejectedly, and Johnny plops down on the couch next to you.

‘How are you feeling?’ He asks, resting his head on your shoulder.

‘Petrified,’ you sigh, ‘but it’s got to be done, I guess.’

‘We’ll be just fine,’ Johnny tries to reassure you.

‘I’m just scared of what people might say-‘

‘We’ve sent the post out now,’ a member of staff calls, and you feel almost like you’re going to begin hyperventilating.

‘You know what,’ Johnny springs to his feet, holding out a hand, ‘turn off your phone, let’s go for a drive.’

The next clip is of you, from a considerable distance, but of you.

You were sitting on a bench facing a view, holding a bottle of water.

You’d stopped off at a viewpoint, and Johnny had walked off to pa the parking meter.

‘Your mom is so pretty Jude,’ Johnny mutters under his breath to the camera, ‘appreciate her.’

The screen changes again.

Johnny flops down on your shared bed, looking deeply exhausted.

There’s an open suitcase next to his head, filled with a few baby grows, but mostly your own clothes.

‘We’re packing for Chicago,’ he grins, ‘we’re flying out in… four days. Four days.’

‘I am… scared… but it’s okay.’

‘I hope you’re excited too… and ready to come and meet us safely. I should probably keep packing.’

Johnny covers the camera with his hand, thinking to himself about how much of a vlogger he’s turning into.

‘It’s d-day,’ Johnny announces to the camera, which is sitting on the airport floor, tilted up at him.

‘Your mom is in the bathroom, of course. Our flight leaves in about an hour.’

Johnny had spent a lot of money thinking about you flying. He wanted to make sure that you were completely comfortable the whole time.

He’d booked two seats right next to each other, you know the ones that like recline and make like a double bed

Rich people tings ig

Anyway you watch some movies together and you eventually decide to go to sleep

Night falls and Johnny can’t help but notice how peaceful you look

Eventually he gets bored himself and goes to sleep, slinging an arm around you.

‘Okay, we have landed,’ Johnny narrates, leaning against a railing outside the airport terminal.

Your head is leaning against his shoulder, eyes slowly drooping shut then reopening.

‘We’ve been through customs and everything- Y/N, how are you feeling?’

‘Tired,’ you reply, ‘as soon as we get to your parents house…. I’m falling asleep on the guest bed. With some chocolate cookies, preferably.’

‘So that’s that,’ Johnny deadpans.

The next video was the two of you in the backseat of his parents’ car.

You were fast asleep on Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny is playing with your fingers with his spare hand

His mother is chatting away, practically attacking Johnny with questions

Johnny doesn’t pick up the camera again until later that night.

He’s sitting on the end of the bed, you’re half asleep in the background.

‘We’re getting settled in here,’ Johnny mumbles, just loud enough for the camera to actually pick up.

‘John, he’s kicking,’ you call, and Johnny immediately turns around to place a hand on your stomach.

Naturally, since you had been flying for several hours you did worry about the possible stress it could give Jude,, so when he moved and kicked it was a huge relief for you

‘Those are strong,’ he says.

‘I know,’ you reply, ‘it kind of hurts.’

‘You hear that, Jude? Stop hurting your mother.’

‘It’s okay,’ you mutter, ‘it’s better than nothing.’

You then let out a giant yawn, leaning back against the pillows with the tears of your yawn gathering in your eyes.

‘I think we’re going to head to bed now,’ Johnny says, letting out a massive yawn of his own, ‘all this travelling has taken a lot out of us. But we love you Judey, this if all for you. Goodnight.’

‘John, it hurts.’

It’s three weeks later, and you’re sitting on the bathroom floor clinging to your stomach.

‘I know,’ Johnny tries to comfort you, stroking your hair as you’re nearly crying in his chest.

Johnny’s mother enters the room, ‘I’ve called the midwife, she’s on her way now…. How far apart are your contractions?’

‘About five minutes.’

‘You’re getting quite close now,’ his mom remarks as you whine.

You’d woken up in such horrific pain, and after a few minutes of laying in bed you’d come to the conclusion that they were contractions.

‘John can you turn that camera off, please?’ You whimper, slightly embarrassed at the thought of you writhing and crying on the floor being on tape forever.

‘Okay, sorry love.’

It’s clearly several hours later when Johnny picks up the camera again. He’s sitting on the couch, with no shirt on at all.

‘Im very overwhelmed right now… you’re probably going to be here within the next two hours… your mom is about nine centimetres… getting ready to go in this pool-‘

He turns the camera around to show the birthing pool in the middle of the living room.

‘I’m going to get in that, with your mom and then you’ll be in this world with us… I’m terrified, but… optimistic.’

Johnny’s mother turns on the camera next, facing you in the water.

You’re standing between Johnny’s legs, back pressed up against his chest.

‘How’re you feeling, Y/N?’ She asks, and you stare into the lens with half-lidded eyes.

‘I’m in agony,’ you say flatly, ‘it’s like I can feel him. Sitting like… here.’ You point to your pelvis, and Johnny kisses the back of your head comfortingly.

A few moments later, a huge contraction  crashes over you, causing you to practically scream

‘Oh god, I have to push-‘

The camera cuts off.

‘Oh my god…’ you gasp, staring at the wailing baby on your chest.

The camera is being held again by Johnny’s mother, just above your head.

‘Look at him John… he’s so perfect.’

’So beautiful,’ he hums, completely lost for words.

Hi, Jude…’ you cry quietly, ‘we love you so so so much…’

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sorry 4 this but now you got me interested: how did u develop ur style? :D its distinct n vibrant n i love it

there's absolutely no need to apologize! this will probably become an incoherent ramble so i'll see what i can do! thanks again for letting me learn about your style too :) <3

i've drawn since i was a tot tbh. i've been told that i was always a bit self critical (do not recommend 0/10), and 3 year old me once complained about how what i drew looked like a potato. but with that came determination and a genuine free feeling that came with drawing.

i think i started actually keeping sketchbooks since i was maybe 9-10? mentioning this because keeping sketchbooks is intrinsic to my work. and like a lot of artists this generation, i was very inspired by anime. i definitely drew anime girls awkwardly standing stiffly with hands behind their backs, LOL. i couldn't decide on a distinct style for a long time though, but throughout my childhood i grew inspired by pop artists like roy lichtenstein.

i hung out with a lot of animators during my uni days, and i found myself studying a lot of artists and animators who had these crazy, dynamic poses and vivid characters. i was in the fandom for a long time, but in the middle of college, i took a break and really began to experiment! my love for inks, which was introduced to me when i was about 14, stuck with me and from there i was able to develop my style.

like you, i've taken all sorts of art styles ive appreciated and sort of made it into my own thing, but from what i learned from my animator friends' art and my brief time taking animation classes, i really wanted to make my art feel bold and full of movement. i still struggle to capture movement the first time when i draw things, so i still have a long way to go! but i guess what really helped me develop my style was establishing my values in my art practice. what do i want to see? how do i wish to draw for myself? those kinds of questions! and that meant crossing out things such as same face syndrome. i also find it really important that character designs say something about the character's personality. so for roderich, i like drawing him in a mix of sharp and soft angles. his pointy nose, chin, and sharp shoulders to me resemble a judgmental aristocrat and the softness resembles the contrast between people's assumptions of him and aspects of him you would have to get to know him in order to learn. i also just generally think he's a bit on the thicc side and a bit soft to touch, haha. i also like trying to vary the body types i draw.

sorry that this was so long! as for artists i like, i tend to follow a lot of twitter artists that have very fleshed out, distinct voices in their styles and i like to learn from them. one of my fave artists is victoria vincent/vewn! and growing up, artists i enjoy include erte, alphonse mucha, and Plenty more. and lately i've been feeling inspired by egon schiele. he makes me want to play with exaggeration and proportions a lot more!

thanks for asking and please know your art just feels very vivid and tangible, if that makes sense? like they're clearly stylized but it feels like there's so much thought put behind the characters! they almost feel real in a sense.