#this is my video game cover and I will stare at it forever!

[blissfulalchemist]

Shields of Valisthea

"No...this isn't a battle you can win with words. Believe me, I've tried but nothing ever gets through. The world is simply not ready to listen. So to hell with talking. If they won't give us a say, we'll decide our fates another way." -Cidolfus Telamon

My absolute thanks and praise to @leviiackrman in bringing my little trio to life in this piece showing them off at the start of the game! You got my girl Clídna so perfectly and made Jill and Clive look so badass I'm in love! Just look at them! Thank you so so much again Jess! If you ever get the chance to work with her do it!

@adelaidedrubman @florbelles @confidentandgood @unholymilf @strafethesesinners just tagging a few peeps if you want to be tagged for stuff just let me know!

[yoru-no-seiiki]

tagging @onyanjune and @h0ly-l3mb for giving me the idea/motivation to do this lol

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tw/cw: MDNI or you WILL be blocked, DDDNE, (skip for spoilers) yandere! reader, mentioned non/dub con, mentioned filming of said non/dubcon.

yan! cool kid has two siblings, your upperclassman and underclassman respectively. and it hella irritates him how close you are to the two.

ofc yan! reader’s intentions have and will always be depraved yearning. they only befriended the pair for the sake of “getting close to the in-laws.” after all you wouldn’t be a good future spouse if you weren’t somewhat involved in the family side of things.

but your tunnel vision sort of . . . backfired.

“quite a bunch of lunches you’re packing.” he mumbled, raising his head from his arms after a thorough nap through class. he had already studied everything that subject had to offer and thoroughly memorized it thanks to his notes that were covered in photos of you.

“oh these? these aren’t just for me, silly.” you answered. he already knew what you were planning, and you already knew that he knew, but keeping this façade of normalcy was a game you two liked to play, “you haven’t been bringing food to school recently i’ve noticed. so i made some more to share.”

“just one?”

you blinked at him, confused. laughing after you realize where his eyes were focused on. you explain that the rest will be going to his siblings, since you thought it may be a household / financial problem.

soon after that you took off, trying your best to hide the giddy feeling in your body threatening to spill unto your facial expressions.

yan! cool kid stares at his brand new lunch and wonders if you also cut out heart shaped potato for their curries, planning out ways to torture yan! loser later

yan! loser who’s yan! cool kid’s younger brother. they look so different, their demeanors even further apart. the only way you knew they were related was cause you stalked the latter on his way back home and almost killed the former before you found out.

you dropped by his class with a smile. his classmates staring at you with wide eyes as those in higher levels rarely ever go to this section of school.

“i hope you don’t mind, but i made lunch for you. is that okay?”

“is ThaT okAy?” he parroted back at you, his voice cracking, nerves on edge at all the people staring at the situation. he was going to eat lunch alone in the bathroom again like always but was occupied with erasing the marks left by his bullies on the table.

you laugh at his response, and set the lunch you prepared on his table.

you stare blankly at the brutal remarks written across. silently you walked outside before coming back with a spare table. you frown as the food you left remained untouched.

“you should eat first. lunch won’t last forever.”

you pat the poor boy’s back and left.

one last delivery til you were done.

you breathed in, knocking the door to the student council’s room. “mr. president, it’s me.”

“come in.”

yan! school president doesn’t even raise his head to look at you. his focus remaining on the papers in his hand and table. “leave the lunchbox there.” the bespectacled man points to your table in the room.

you set it down obediently and walked out. at least, you tried to until he stops you. “before you go, tell me why i shouldn’t report your actions to the faculty.”

you don’t turn around from the door, but still you answer, “hm, actions?”

“you, using school funds to pay for my youngest brother’s harassment.”

“…mmm…” you turned around, placing a hand on your chin in feigned deep thought “because . . . you love love love me?”

yan! president sighed. you hear paper shredding.

“you may go.”

you giggled. stepping outside of the stuffy room to go finally see your beloved again in class.

you put a hand in your pocket and fished out your phone. briefly smiling at the home screen wallpaper of yan! cool kid and quickly tapping out the password.

you then delete the video of yan! president tying you up as his unclothed hips slammed into yours. your skin covered in bites and slap marks all over. your eyes converging fear as tears fell and your mouth was gagged and unable to voice the feeling. the once prim and proper man man groaning in ecstasy and yelling words of degradation as he defiled you.

but you could only cringed at the words “i love you.” escaping his lips.

“a little reward for mercy i suppose.”

you stuff your phone back into your pocket. wondering if you should also warn him about the laxatives.

[teddybeartoji]

a heavy sigh falls from your lips.

"i'm jus' having a day."

satoru huffs. "you're telling me... that you're having a day... aaaaaaall by yourself, handsome?"

you don't need to look at him to know that he's wiggling his eyebrows. dummy. faintly shaking your head, you try to brush his stupid comment off but your lips have a mind of their own, so used to a smile that they're already twitching upward. and satoru being satoru, he takes it as a very good sign to continue. "i can't believe the love of my life is having a day – without me. betrayal, i tell you, absolute betrayal."

he throws himself onto the couch right next to you, thighs touching. no inches between you.

"stop..." you whine. "let me have my day..."

"no way, baby. we're having a day." tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and he whispers — "together."

when you turn to face him, your noses touch. he never did know what personal space is but it's not like you mind (you love it). he looks into your weary eyes, hiding his frown. he nudges his nose against yours and presses a quick kiss to it.

"so is it a 'quiet' day or a 'sleep' day or a 'bath' day or a 'film' day or a 'park' day or....?" his voice is so soft and sugary and warm and caring and you immediately get lost in your thoughts. he's so sweet. you're so grateful for him. if you told him to be quiet for the rest of his life, he'd do it. it'd be very fucking hard but for you – he'd do it without a second thought. and now he's here, asking you what kind of a day you're having. he would've probably wanted to play video games or make-out or go bully suguru but he won't even bring it up because he can see that it's not the right time for that. and you're so grateful. what did you do to deserve a boyfriend like this? a boyfriend who's so ready to put your needs above his, always and forever.

he observes you in your little mind palace, your eyes are little zoned out and it just might be the cutest thing. he places his hand on your thigh, gently pulling you back to him. he doesn't say anything, only giving you a reassuring smile. you love him.

"a 'quiet' day, i think." your head falls against his shoulder with a soft thump.

"okay."

pressing his soft lips to your forehead, he draws hearts on your back.

a quiet 'sorry' tries to hide inside the crook of his neck, burrowing itself into his hoodie. he catches it, though. like always.

"sorry for what?"

"this."

a rumble in his chest, you feel it so clearly.

"you're sorry for having a day?"

an incoherent mumble is his answer.

craning his neck, he tries to look down on you. a finger finds your nose and boops! it, making you sink deeper into him.

"my baby."

it's like honey – the sweetest coo in the whole wide world. he pours it all over you, covering you in his love, sticking you to him. you don't mind (you love it).

"never ever ever ever apologize for that stupid shit again, though."

...

and there it is — a snicker. not a full laugh but it's enough.

"like - damn, you really are dense sometimes, baby." he whistles, earning him a punch to his chest. and a smile. he's getting there.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, satoru?" sitting up straight, you force your lips into a thin line (it's so hard to not smile around him). "i'm over here begging for mercy for being, oh, i don't know, vulnerable, and you tell me that i'm dense?"

hastily you stand from the couch, leaving satoru staring up at you with a big grin. "what a good boyfriend." you scoff. but your words mean absolute jack shit to him, it's like water off a goose. he's never been more in love. he sees another twitch of your lips and he knows he has you.

turning away, you're ready to make a bit of a scene, ready to stomp your feet, ready to forget everything about your day but you can't. an ungodly strength has you glued to your spot because satoru has other plans. his fingers wrap around your wrist, easily pulling you straight down onto his lap. he mumbles a quick 'the best boyfriend' before attacking you with a quick press of his lips to yours and a smirk and you know you're fucked. this wasn't your plan. this is bad. this is extremely bad. you know what he's gonna do and you can't do anything about it. no, no, no. you were supposed to stomp away and wait for him to come hug you from the back, being all cuddly and cute — this was not the plan.

it's his ultimate power move. tickles.

you hate him.

(you love him so much that you fear your heart will literally explode every time you're around him).

and then his fingers are running all over your sides, laughter bubbling from your throat, no matter how hard you try to hold it back. he manages to hold you down and torture you at the same time, it's unforgiving (and impressive but you won't tell him that). tears brim in your eyes and he can't stop looking at you.

this is how you should look all the time. not the tears in your eyes, of course, but the smile. oh, the smile. from one ear all the way to the other. the corners of your eyes crinkling. he can't wait to grow old with you and see the smile wrinkles, these'll definitely be one of his greatest achievements. he's so serious about it.

luckily, he doesn't keep it up for too long, letting you catch your breath – your head falling back onto his chest, right above his heart.

"you're such a dick."

"you love me so much, i'm surprised you haven't proposed yet."

another weak slap against his chest and he laughs. loud and full of love.

a comfortable silence. his hands rest on your waist, soaking in the feeling of your skin, the feeling of you on him, your heart so near his. you trying to get a grip and he's enjoying his time with you. he could be watching paint dry with you and he'd love it. he hopes you know that (he needs you to know that).

"we can still do a crying party... if you want." his breath tickles your ear. "i'll cry with you."

you're so grateful.

snaking your hands behind his neck, you pull him close. "thank you."

"anything for you. everything for you."

[preeningpisces]

JJK Men vs. Tinder

What the men are like on Tinder! Non-Curse AU

AN: I discussed these with my sister & it’s such a fun topic. If you have any thoughts/headcanons, pls share them!

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Kenjaku, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Below the cut, toxic behavior, enjoy!

Choso

❥ Photos: not the best at taking photos. They’re awkward, but in an endearing way. A classic above view selfie where he tries to look neutral/cool, but it ends up looking kind of pouty and oh-so babygirl. A photo with itadori with a forced smile, and one that itadori took of him while they were at an arcade & he won a plushie from a claw machine

❥ Bio: itadori did some major editing because Choso wrote like a whole paragraph that no one wants to read

Hi! New to the dating scene. If you like video games, anime or sci-fi too then should talk🖤

❥ Opener: pretty standard, afraid of coming off like a creep because he's awkward

hi how are you?

❥ Messaging: makes you feel like you’re messaging a bot at first because his responses are pretty fast because he's eager, but also straightforward and bland because he doesn't want to say something wrong. Itadori has to come in & do damage control until Choso can see you're interested. Very much a penpal--might be a week or more before he asks you out. He's the type that wants to have an emotional connection going on a date

❥ How he asks you out: he's nervous but he's direct. Stares the phone down until you reply

I really like you and want to meet you. do you want to go on a date?

❥ First date: he’ll take you somewhere sweet and fun, like an arcade or a carnival. Having activities takes some pressure off, which helps with his nerves a lot. Googled how to act on a date, so he brings flowers - aaaaw. Pays too, even if funds are tight.

❥ If it doesn’t work out: omg having to end things will STRESS HIM THE FUCK OUT. He's going to mull over the decision for a hot minute before he does it. He's apologetic, but makes it clear that he doesn't want to see you anymore

♡ ♡ ♡

Geto

❥ Photos: the best at taking photos. They’re pretty normal for the most part, one with him petting a cat, another at a cafe with Gojo and Shoko. But he has a pretentious black & white photo of him reading a book or staring off to the side. He looks so pretty it cancels out the cringe tho

❥ Bio: keeps it simple, he believes it's better not reveal too much. That's what getting to know someone is for, afterall. Definitely has his spotify connected

Looking for real connection, someone that's my bestfriend before anything else. Always looking for new music, any song recs?

❥ Opener: opens with something from your profile to show he actually read it and didn't just swipe because of your looks, and to start with an interesting convo!

Saw you like reading. What’s the best book you’ve read so far this year?

❥ Messaging: engaging conversationalist, but not the type to instant message endlessly. Doesn't take forever to respond tho, and if he's about to become busy he'll warn you. Will ask more questions about you than he will share about himself. Gotta keep up that mysterious art hoe vibe he ikes to give off

❥ How he asks you out: would ask you out pretty quickly, perhaps after talking for 2 days or a day and a half. You’d be instant messaging, and he just says your name as if he’s about to say something serious, & lets it hang there for a moment before following up with:

I’ve really enjoyed talking, we should go on a date

❥ First date: chill but gives you something to talk about. Museum, aquarium, bar with a jazz music night, pottery class, etc. Gentlemanly but in a cool way, if that makes sense? Not quite as strict as Nanami, but you will feel a bit like a princess. Definitely pays! Cuts out the awkwardness by saying he's going to cover things before you even go

❥ If it doesn’t work out: lowkey kind of dismissive! He’s not going to outright ghost you…but he’ll breadcrumb you until you bring it up

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Gojo

❥ Photos: has the most normal photos. Always looks like he’s having fun & hanging with people. One where he took an unwilling selfie with Nanami, another of him standing over a maximum height chart at an amusement park with an exaggerated pout, and a video deadlifting Geto at the gym with passerbys staring judgementally

❥ Bio: uses the stereotypical bios but ironically. You need 3D chess insight to know he’s joking because it kind of suits him LOL

If you like pineapple on pizza, it’s not gonna work 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ looking for my partner in crime. The Pam to my Jim 🥰 short king 👑 let me climb you like a tree mens 14 shoes, if you know what I mean 😈

❥ Opener: Gojo likes a casual and playful approach. If your profile has something funny he'll open with that

heeeeey what’s up?

❥ Messaging: weaponizes girl texting. Playful, cheeky. Instant messanger most of the time, but will randomly disappear for a whole day and come back with a lame explanation like 'sorry, was busy with work'

❥ How he asks you out: he’d ask while you’re joking around, after you roast him. Will text for several days before meeting up

mmhm why don't you come say that to my face? 🤨 this weekend over coffee my treat definitely not a date or anything

❥ First date: surprisingly, he goes for the classic coffee shop, window shopping, or movie type dates. Very lackadaisical when planning--kind of stressful if you're a big planner or have a tight schedule. A lot more chill on the date than he was over text. Will pay for everything, obviously, might even buy something you see and casually mention liking

❥ If it doesn’t work out: straight up ghosts you - sorry buddy. He just doesn't like dealing with that mess, and to him, if you haven't been seeing each other that long he doesn't feel obligated to end things directly

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Kenjaku

❥ Photos: normal, flattering, down to earth. He wants people to swipe so he can mess with them. On other occasions, MIGHT use random people's photos and catfish just because he was feeling goofy. Has been banned SEVERAL times

❥ Bio: Kenjaku is tricky. His profile and approaches change all the time because he's the type that wants to do 'social experiments' on Tinder. I can see him doing the whole 'I made the most toxic profile to see if ppl will still match with me' or making one that comes off SO sketchy it's insane anyone would talk to him. Even worse, will make one looking for a serious relationship only to commit psychological warfare on the poor sap who matched.

❥ Opener: depends on what he wants. Very much a wild card. Some examples:

sends a questionable link - it's a photo of your house from Google Streetview

If being normal, like Geto he comments on something from your profile: you like hiking, have you been to X trail? It has great shade

❥ Messaging: eratic. Either endless chatter, or radio silence. Definitely the most verbose of the bunch--if you've caught his interest or bring up a topic he likes he's texting paragraphs. Will get bored easily if you're a dry texter. Occasionally sends voice memos because it's like a one-sided phone call LOL . Sometimes he asks out quickly, sometimes he doesn't. Sigh.

❥ How he asks you out: I'm a broken record at this point, but it depends on his intent! Sometimes he's charming, sometimes he's insane and wants to creep you out

I have tickets to X, want to join me?

That cafe you went to yesterday looks nice, we should go together sometime

❥ First date: if he's trying to charm you, he'll take you somewhere he knows you like (that he can stand) OR somewhere entertaining like an open mic comedy night. If he's being a menace, he'll take you somewhere really weird like a Quaker meeting (thank you fleabag). Or just stand you up. He'll actually be there, just to watch how you react

❥ If it doesn’t work: will gaslight you into believing YOU'RE the one with the problem and are the reason it isn't working. You might delete the app after suffering this demon

♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami

❥ Photos: his company headshot photo, a few work function photos that he’s cropped and are blurry. He’s not smiling in any of them, except for one of him accepting an award at work where he gave the smallest smile for the photo to look agreeable.

❥ Bio: fills it out like a job application. Straight to the point.

Dating with intention. I enjoy reading and cooking. I look forward to speaking with you.

❥ Opener: Nothing crazy - very standard but more formal than typical

Good afternoon, how are you doing?

❥ Messaging: very formal and polite, doesn’t like small talk but will engage in interesting convos. Doesn't reply instantly, but doesn't leave you hanging for hours--he's a busy guy, afterall. Respectful of your time, and expects that in return. Prefers phone calls! Especially while he's making dinner.

❥ How he asks you out: he’s very effecient, he’s not going to be your penpal. He’ll ask you out within the first day of talking if he’s feeling the right vibe. Thinks meeting in person is better for getting to know someone. Will arrange all the plans and make sure it works with both of your schedules comfortably

I would like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in dinner at XX?

❥ First date: classic dinner man! Won’t take you somewhere intimidating, but definitely something nicer. He doesn’t go on dates willy nilly, so he’s going to treat you right. Will be baffled if you offer to pay

❥ If it doesn’t work: Very respectful, of course. He'll let you know quickly as well and won't lead you on. Will thank you for going on a date with him and say it was a pleasure to meet you.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna

❥ Photos: a shirtless pic with him flexing, one of those middle-aged man selfies where they look stern but also a bit confused bc they aren't sure they're doing it right LOL. One of his car or a bike. He's gotta look badass but kind of looks lame

❥ Bio: BOSSY. He basically has a DNI list but for swiping. Sees it as you being audacious if you swipe on him and aren't worth his time

If you're clingy, desperate, have kids or a moron don't bother

❥ Opener: will say something about your appearance - whether this is positive or negative entirely depends on why he swiped. Somtimes he'll swipe on ppl he finds ugly just to see if he gets a match. He's an asshole like that

You look sexy as hell in that 3rd picture

Don't get your hopes up. You're fucking ugly, just thought you needed to know

❥ Messaging: very dry texter. Don’t ask multiple questions, only 1 will be answered. Takes long to reply as well. Prefers calls, but doesn't like calls where it's just chatting to chat yknow?

❥ How he asks you out: basically tells you you're going out LOL. Will ask you out pretty quickly, he just doesn't care for texting that much

Come to X on Friday. We're getting food.

❥ First date: He's going to take you to dinner, but is one of those annoying mfers that's like 'if you won't get messy in public you’re too full of yourself' so it'll be like bbq or wings at a sports bar. 50-50 type of guy. He's not spending $$ on someone he doesn't know

❥If it doesn't work: oh you know he's going to be ruthless. Your ego isn't going to be wounded, it's going to be evaporated

♡ ♡ ♡

Toji

❥ Photos: only 2 photos - a shirtless, dirty mirror selfie with flash obscuring most of his face & a gym selfie where he’s flexing

❥ Bio: tinder isn’t important to him, so he isn’t going to put effort into his profile, but if it catches him the occasional hookup he won’t complain. One of those terrifying mfers that straight up puts their number on their profile (I'm always tempted to send them something insane)

text me if we match (XXX) XXX-XXXX

❥ Opener: he doesn’t usually open, you gotta text him first. What a bitch. If he does open he'll comment on a photo, something that stands out so it isn't odd to comment on it, but still invovles your appearance somehow so it lets you know he's basically checked you out. He knows being too bold will scare most ppl off

I like the hair. suits you

❥ Messaging: nonchalant, and doesn't reply quickly. Dry, but not as dry as Sukuna. Big breadcrumber - engages juuuust enough to keep you around

❥ How he asks you out: Toji’s intention is usually hookups, so he’s pretty straightforward & will ask if you want to meet that night. Too old for ‘you up’ or ‘wyd’

I’m at X. Want to join for drinks?

❥ First date: usually a bar. Then his or your place. Very low effort. Whether he pays or not depends on you, to be honest. If he gets the vibe you don't care, he won't offer. If he gets the vibe you will care, he'll pay. Very good at reading people

❥ If it doesn’t work out: ghosts, but keeps your number if he wants to hit you up again. You’ll probably get a text 3 months later LOL

♡ ♡ ♡

[jinnie-ret]

Welcome to my 1000 followers special!!! I can't thank you all enough for how much your support has continued to amaze me and motivate me to continue writing on tumblr. I love you all and I love the friendships I've built on this platform with all of you and really am thankful for the likes, the replies, the reblogs, and of course the follows! Which is what we're celebrating today! It's even weird to think we have 1000 followers omg-

I'm on a mission to craft the perfect playlist for all of us to enjoy, and what better way to do that then to do that through imagining different scenarios with Stray Kids?! I've started it off but I want to hear songs from you too, as this is a playlist for us all!! :)

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1K FOLLOWERS PLAYLIST 💚🖤

🖤 black friday - tom odell added by jinnie-ret!

(han x plus size!reader) | angst it should have been a nice, fun evening out, but your insecurities win and jisung is just as upset as you are when he finds out why

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 perfect places - lorde added by jinnie-ret!

(lee know x reader) | fluff | angst y/n never thought she'd be talking to a stranger til the sun rose, but it was better than feeling trapped at the local bar

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 video games - lana del rey added by @3rachas-angel!

(bang chan x reader) | fluff it's nights like these, when you're staring up at the pretty stars, admiring the city lights, that you realise just how much you love your boyfriend

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 perfect nights - le sserafim added by @moe-kyun-kyun!

(poly stray kids x reader) | fluff in which skz is watching the opening show of their girlfriend's tour, sonder, and they come to realise a song is dedicated purely to them

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 hellevator - stray kids added by anonnie!

(stray kids x male ninth member!reader) | angst he's going through voice changes in their predebut era and fans are already sending in hate

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 cigarette duet - princess chelsea added by @ihrtlix!

(poly stray kids x ninth member!reader) | angst you get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. how will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 silent cry - stray kids added by 🕷️ anonnie!

(changbin x reader) | angst | fluff she hid her thoughts and struggles to not burden her boyfriend, but he catches her in tears

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 the wisp sings - winter aid added by @skzoologist!

(jeongin x reader) | angst | fluff jeongin never confesses his love to you and it's to his own detriment that he becomes exhausted

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 carry you - ruelle, fleurie added by @skzoologist!

(seungmin x reader) | fluff at a low point, seungmin finds out how much reader has been supporting him, no matter what. it fills him with a warmth that is nearly searing him from the inside, but he would have it no other way.

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 perfect blues - hannah bahng added by @cheesemonky!

(chan x reader) | fluff she's been letting too much get to her head, so chan, being the loving boyfriend he is, decides she needs a holiday

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 seasons - wave to earth added by anonnie!

(seungmin x best friend!reader) | fluff you and seungmin have been best friends forever, and your strong bond really shines through when he comforts you through a tough time

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

💚 cover me - stray kids added by @straykidsnerd255!

(poly stray kids x reader) | angst money, work, school. it was only a matter of time before the boys would see her crumble, and be there to pick up the pieces

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

🖤 we are family - sister sledge added by @turtledove824!

(ot8 stray kids x reader (platonic)) | fluff having one brother in stray kids means you have 7 other brothers too

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💚 placebo - stray kids added by @shua-f4lmings!

(stray kids x hybrid!reader) | fluff | angst | the boys are shocked at how your hybrid features present themselves when you are feeling particularly emotional

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🖤 maniac - stray kids added by @lovingchan!

(cyborg!bang chan x reader) | angst | fluff when he finds a baby abandoned, lonely, left to suffer in this dystopian world, he swears to become it's protector.

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💚 poison - brent faiyaz added by @keen-li!

(lee know x reader) | angst minho is crazy over you, as much as he'd hate to admit it, but you won't even bat an eyelid

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🖤 make you feel my love - adele added by @lieslovefantasy!

(stray kids x reader) | angst the boys help and rescue their fellow member through one of the hardest things she's had to do, all over again - grieve.

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💚 arcade - duncan lawrence added by anonnie!

(chan x reader) | angst when you find yourself reverting to old bad habits, chan is there to comfort you and pick up the pieces

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🖤 breathe - lee hi added by @skzoologist!

(hyunjin x reader (platonic)) | angst you let yourself belittle your own problems because surely they couldn't be as bad as your idol friend's own ones?

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💚 i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams added by anonnie!

(felix x reader) | angst it hurts seeing that your ex has already moved on

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🖤 hurts like hell - fleurie added by @skzoologist!

(felix x gender neutral!reader) | angst felix grieves the loss of them over something he thinks he was responsible for.

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💚 mixtape: time out - stray kids added by @hannahhbahng!

(felix x reader) | fluff felix makes sure that you take some time out to focus on yourself

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🖤 even when I'm not with you - pierce the veil added by 🩹 anonnie!

(changbin x reader) | fluff changbin finally returns after tour and that is when the love you two share really shines through

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💚 take a chance with me - niki added by anonnie!

(lee know x reader) | fluff | angst lee know was too scared to express his feelings - lucky you were there to convince him his feelings were mutual

Play again?

[blackchrysalys]

Here, take this context with you

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Arthur sipped the Pitt cola enjoying the rare quietness in the Mystery Shack. Everyone was out or finishing up their chores for the day.

He wondered how Dipper's fight with the 15 year old went. Even if the guy had the size advantage over Dipper, he didn't really look like he had fought many people before. With Dipper's experience with the many near fatal supernatural threats he guessed Dipper would have a decent chance. And if he lost it would be a good lesson to be better.

His father did the same for him. It worked out well for Arthur.

A familiar groan came from the said 12 year old as he entered the room with his own drink. Arthur glanced at the kid to find him covered in bruises as he painfully limped to the unoccupied chair. That guy really didn't hold back, did he?

"Guess the fight didn't go well?" Arthur asked Dipper. Maybe he felt just a bit bad for the kid.

Dipper winced, whether from pain or shame, it would forever be unknown.

"Yeah, you try fighting him." Dipper sighed.

Arthur scoffed, "I'm pretty sure I dont even need both my hands to beat that guy."

"Oh, you think I meant-no, I meant Rumble Mcskirmish."

Arthur remembered Dipper telling him about him being a-what was it? 'Video game character', a concept he was still grappling with. Dipper claimed at the time the Rumble could beat Arthur. A very bold accusation considering-

"I thought you said he wasn't real."

"Yeah. And I hope he stays that way."

"These things come to life too, huh." Arthur didn't question further. Things randomly came to life in this weird town and he guessed not real people weren't an exception.

"Well, I'm never bringing a video game character to life ever again."

"Yeah, I guess it would be hard for a little kid like you." Arthur grieved the excitement he missed.

Dipper stared intensely at him. He took a deep breath before he spoke, "You know what? Forget what I said earlier. Get your sword. We're going to the arcade right no- ow. I mean right after Soos gets the bandages. You're going to get your fight."

"Well, who am I to say no to good fun."

[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim

Summary: You just moved and found out your neighbor is your favorite porn actor.

A/N: I can't stop thinking of this and I won't stop myself anymore. We may have an overload of pornstar!hopper fics, with different readers and, hell, this is my personal self-indulgent paradise. The Big Jim name was totally inspired by @hopsgirl (thanks, by the way! <3).

I am terrible with names, you should forgive me.

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of sex and descriptions. Reader is naughty.

You huffed, looking at the kitchen. Most things were in place, and the move was finally over. It took a few days of intense concentration and take-out food, but it was finally over.

You set the coffee machine and decided to be useful and take the trash out.

The first rays of the sun were visible, and the day was just cold enough to be comfortable, even with your nipples pebbled against your tshirt. The trash bags were annoying, but there was this underlying sensation of accomplishing something that made you feel good.

You disposed of the trash bags and took a deep breath. This was the beginning of something in your life. Something good, clean, and better. Healthier.

Less computer, less video games, less porn. More sunlight. Enough feeling like a cave goblin after an earth-shattering orgasm brought by your latest toy and some dirty fanfic. Enough nights watching whole careers in porn with a hand between your legs.

You felt good.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw some movement; good, neighbors! You turned, a smile on your face, to be greeted with the sexiest image you had ever seen in your life.

He was tall, immensely tall, his shoulders wide. His dirty blonde hair, thinning at the front. The strong chin, covered in overgrown facial hair, long, but just long enough for you to know it is just an unkempt mustache.

He was wearing low-hung blue pajama pants and a light robe, no shirt. No underwear.

You knew every detail of his body, down to the veins on his long, thick cock.

That was Big Jim.

One of your favorite porn actors.

How many times have you watched him manhandle women just like you, keeping them open for the camera, as he ruined them forever, with that monster he called a cock?

You stared, as he turned. He watched you there, frozen, watching him. With a chuckle, he lowered his head a bit, raising his eyebrows amusedly.

You waved, awkwardly, and he waved back. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he moved back to his house. One big hand slid down his belly, to absentmindedly caress his cock, as he slowly walked.

How many times have you imagined yourself suckling on the head, swallowing the abundant precome he pulses when he’s aroused?

You quickly went back to the house, not wanting to think of it anymore. Ok, your neighbor was Big Jim, but that didn’t mean anything. You were not going to be the creepy weird neighbor for him. You respected his work.

Oh, god, you respected his work.

You poured yourself some coffee, thinking about how you need to look less stupid the next time you see each other.

***

Jim chuckled, resting against the closed door. It had been a while since he was recognized.

He scratched his cheek, then squeezed his cock.

The kind of people who recognized him these days was always interesting. He wasn’t completely retired, he always picked something if he liked the idea, but he was prolific in his time.

And it was sweet, even when it was weird. The small thrill and the reactions when they understood from where exactly they knew him.

A shy smile from an older lady in a restaurant, a weird high-five from a middle-aged man in a convenience store, the soccer mom unashamedly slipping him her number in the supermarket.

It was always a moment of doubt followed by some thought. Until the right image surfaced, and the realization flashed in people’s eyes. It was a process, and sometimes it happened fast.

But never as fast as you.

You recognized him immediately, your eyes widening. That kind of look, startled and amazed, he only gets from connoisseurs and fans. People usually felt a bit ashamed once the realization hit, but you stood there, awkwardly aroused under the morning sun.

You looked like a little pervert who could provide a ton of fun. And the hunger, so clear in your eyes, made him half hard. He even had to give himself a little squeeze, so he could at least reach the house without tenting his pants. You could help him with his boredom.

Well, he could be a good neighbor and bake you some cookies.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 14: Rose Tinted Glasses

Chapter Word Count: 5,447

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“Wait wait wait-” Mouse shook her hands out in front of her, trying to take in Seungkwan’s words. 

“I’ve explained it four times, Mouse.” He groaned.

“And I’m higher than the Empire State Building and still not understanding-” She ran a hand through her hair. “Jeonghan, the guy that has been flirting with me since day one of meeting me, likes me?” 

“Yes,” Seungkwan rolled his eyes back, “Jeonghan, one of the SVT leaders, trickster supreme, likes you! How did you literally not know?” 

She opened her mouth to answer but closed it, eyes moving around rapidly in thought. “I…I thought he was just being like Seokmin! I didn’t think it was actually flirting!” 

“Wow you are dumb.” Vernon gaped, wide eyes focused hard on the ceiling. “Everyone could see it. I think everyone knows honestly.” 

“Not everyone.” Seungkwan said under his breath.

Mouse was silent, she looked nearly alarmed at the news coming from him and Vernon. 

Really, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise, or to the guys it didn’t seem so surprising. If Jeonghan wasn’t talking about work or dumb things he heard through the grapevine, he was talking about Mouse. What she was doing, what happened at work, and while it was heartwarming to have the flirtatious man liking someone, it was getting old to hear about it since they weren’t even together. 

Jeonghan had come to him asking for advice of all things recently and all Seungkwan could say was to grow a pair and tell her, but Jeonghan didn’t think it was a good idea. Something stupid about Mouse not knowing he was actually flirting, then something about rejection was said when Jeonghan walked away. 

Seungkwan, personally, thought Jeonghan was the dumbest guy on the planet at that time, but now…Now Mouse seemed like the dumbest person on the planet. 

“Hey Seungkwan…” Mouse spoke up, “I think I wanna go home now.” 

Have you been ignoring everyone’s text messages aside from simple yes or no answers and telling them you were okay? Yes. 

Was Seokmin hounding you every time you walked into work, wondering why you haven’t been hanging out with them? Also yes. 

Was Mingyu guilting you over text since he was recovering and he couldn’t see ‘his designated short person ’ (which only came because you were shorter than Jihoon)? Yeah. 

This was the second weekend since learning that Jeonghan liked you and you’d been hiding in your apartment, telling them you were just busy with some things and couldn’t hang out. If the group knew you were lying, they didn’t tell, not even Wonwoo, surprisingly. 

All weekend you either sat on the couch watching dramas or playing video games. Between those activities, you were still in awe that Jeonghan had a fucking crush on you . 

The more you thought about it though, it did make sense. 

While the flirting was playful, it was still flirting. The constant texting, wondering how you were doing, the subtle gazes, you couldn’t even forget about the necklace he got for your birthday and that you stupidly chalked it up to it being about the dress- but he also mentioned that you looked good in dark blues. 

You felt like an idiot. A big stupid idiot that took so long to realize that someone liked you. 

And as you were laying in bed, staring up at your ceiling, hearing the sounds of the city forever moving, maybe…just maybe…you might like him to. 

“Oh my god.” You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it. Holding the cushion there, you let out a very muffled and very discontent yell. 

You spread your limbs out and starfished on the bed, not bothering to remove the pillow to figuratively hide your ignorance from the world. Somewhere beside you, your phone was buzzing for a call but you didn’t bother to move and answer it. There was enough mental gymnastics going on to just ignore the device and the world if you really tried. 

Jeonghan was so- God, what would you call it? Unattainable? Out of your league? He was pretty and funny, a little out there and flirty, yet he was so kind and soft when he wanted to be. You thought back to the day Mingyu was hurt and how he was so caring when helping you and worried. When he had held your face, he was so warm and comforting, even making you eat and just sat all cuddled up next to you until Mingyu- 

You yelled again into the pillow before sitting up quickly, taking deep breaths because holy shit you really did like Jeonghan and you are just now realizing that fact.  

Alright, mental recap, you thought, rubbing a hand over your face then through your hair. Number one, Jeonghan likes you. Yep, that was solidified because of a very high Vernon and a sober Seungkwan. Thanks. Number two, taking another deep breath, focusing on nothing specific really, I. Like. Jeonghan. Alright, now say it out loud and accept this fact. Put on your big girl pants and take your phone and call Jeonghan and ask him to come over. Perfect plan, make it simple, just tell him you like him too, but don’t mention Seungkwan or Vernon because they will in fact get their ass beat by Jeonghan if he found that they told you, but that is a worry for another day- 

It took a moment a moment to even muster the courage to open your mouth and another to try and vocalize the thoughts you were having. Just as you finished mentally hyping yourself up to say it, a knock was heard from your front door.

“Mouse?” The nickname sounded muffled behind the door to your apartment but it was undoubtedly the one person you didn’t want to face right now. 

Please leave, please do not- 

“I know you are in there, Mouse. Wonwoo said that all you have been doing is playing video games.” 

You knew it was a bad idea to add Wonwoo on any game platform…

Slowly you rose from bed and trudged your way towards the door. Jeonghan knocked again and you internally groaned, flicking on the living room lights. “I’m coming, stop knocking.” The knocking, in fact, did not stop. Now he was just being annoying. 

As you opened the door, you didn’t expect Jeonghan to be dressed so…casually. He wasn’t in his typical attire of dress pants and a button up, instead he was in a baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, half his hair tied up to most likely combat the blistering heat outside. You’ve never seen Jeonghan dressed as such outside of the house, let alone outside of your apartment. 

Meeting his eye, Jeonghan was staring at you, a smile on his face, hands now settling in his pockets. “Hi.” 

“...Hi.” 

“Can I come in?” 

“...You won’t leave until I let you in…” 

“Correct!” And he basically pushed past you, letting himself into your apartment. “Ohhh, nice place.” 

Staring out your doorway, you slow-blinked and sighed. Why did you have to like this man? You closed the door and turned to follow him, watching as he took in the space around him. 

Your apartment wasn’t much; a one bedroom, one bath place in a building that wasn’t older than ass. Decorations were minimal, the walls were a little scuffed from a few years of living here but the white paint didn’t add much. Really, you wished it was more, but you were just happy to have a place to call your home after all these years. 

“Why are you here?” You finally asked, standing behind the couch. 

Jeonghan huffed a laugh under his breath, turning to face you from beside your coffee table. “I think we both know why I’m here, Mouse.” 

“If it’s because I haven’t been hanging out with you everyone as much, I’ve been socially drained-” 

“Seungkwan and Vernon told me, Mouse.” 

“I- Huh?”

“After Seungkwan very abruptly took you home, Vernon was eating in the kitchen, very very high if I may add, I’m surprised you were even alive after the shit he smokes. When Seungkwan came back, Vernon was mumbling something about being in trouble with me and then I had to pry it from both of them.” Jeonghan explained, “Very easy to get them to fold actually, I just threatened them with Cheol and suddenly they were putty.” 

If you weren’t staring before, you were staring now. You tried to set your expression to neutral but the nerves that crawled under your skin were making your hands sweat. He held your gaze, raising an eyebrow. Jeonghan was better at masking what he was feeling, that was one thing about all of them you gathered, but he was especially good at it. 

“You- Wait.” You broke from your stare to shake your head and frowned. “You’ve known for almost two weeks and are just telling me now?” 

“Now Mouse, why would I just bombard you with feelings ? Clearly you needed to figure some things out.” There was sarcasm threaded in with each word and it kinda ticked you off. 

“Don’t joke right now, Jeonghan.” You were serious, you didn’t want him playing whatever game he wanted at this moment.

Jeonghan was quick to drop the act and sagged his shoulders. “Listen I might be an asshole, but I’m at least considerate about people I care about, okay? Yes, I did annoy the hell out of you over text, but that was more for the fun of it than actually bothering you. Truth be told, Mouse, I missed having you around. Seungkwan and Joshua had to stop me from showing up here days ago because I wanted to be around you, see you…” 

Were those butterflies fluttering in your stomach? Nope, totally not, what are you talking about. 

You gave a nervous swallow and combed your fingers through your hair. Your hands were shaking and you prayed that he didn’t notice. 

Slowly, Jeonghan rounded the couch, saying your name so soft that you nearly missed it. You turned your head and your heart jumped in your chest.

Standing beside you now, you have never seen him like this. For once, Jeonghan was nervous, even a bit timid. His eyes were open wide, looking down at you like you were something to be taken in, someone that caught his eye out of all the other stars in the universe.

“Can I actually take you out? On a proper date? I want to do this right.” 

Hope was held behind his eyes, it was clear as the bright sky outside. You didn’t know if it was the lights of the living room, but his eyes were nearly glimmering. He wanted you to say yes.

“I-” Pausing for a moment, you swallowed down the nerves and nodded. “Yeah, Yeah, that would be nice.” 

The smile that spread wide on his features was giddy and excited, his nose even scrunched up. “Can we- Is it okay I take you out tonight? I can come back and pick you up and-” 

“Jeonghan-” You cut him off, laughing at the excitement he displayed. “If I say yes again, promise me we won't go somewhere really fancy. Please?” 

“I can do that, nothing fancy. Promise.” He nodded quickly, stepping awake and closer to your door. “I’ll- Fuck-” He ran his side into the wall and got to the door. “I’ll pick you up at seven!” 

Then he was gone, leaving you standing in your apartment, a little dumbfounded but definitely excited. 

Jeonghan was right on time, maybe a little early if he was keeping track. 

Earlier, he quickly – totally didn’t speed – all the way back to the house out of the city to get ready, knowing he didn’t have anything clean back at the penthouse.

He had pushed the garage door open, all smiles and dreamy, practically floating through the house. 

“I never want to see him like that again- Why does he look like that?” He could hear Chan speak from the couch, curled up in a blanket beside Joshua. 

“Today, my dear Chan, Jeonghan grew a pair.” Was all he heard the other respond before he stepped into his room and closed the door. 

He could do something not fancy, totally. He didn’t need to wear something really expensive or flashy, just something nice and appropriate for a date with Mouse. The thought had him skipping towards his closet to pull clothes out.

“Nothing fancy, nothing fancy…” He said his thoughts out loud, scanning all his clothes that could satisfy the idea. “T-shirts out of the question, Jeans? Maybe jeans.” 

“You are like a teenage girl.” Joshua’s voice rang through the small room and Jeonghan whipped his head towards the other. “Kind of sickening if you ask me.” 

“I’m sorry, Shua, do you have a nice date tonight? No? Well, I do.” Jeonghan bit back but there was no malice in his words. “And I’m trying to find an outfit that is nice but not fancy because Mouse made me promise not to go to a fancy, flashy place.” 

“And I’ll repeat myself, you are like a teenage girl.” He stepped into the room, looking over the plethora of clothes Jeonghan had. “How about you figure out where you are going, then pick based on that, and tell Mouse if it's casual or not.”

Jeonghan scoffed, waving him off. “I was thinking of the little Italian bistro, not the one we always go to.” He clarified, “Not too fancy but still good food and definitely good wine.” 

Joshua nodded and tugged out a pair of dark blue jeans and pointed to a gray button up. “Simple. Still looks nice, maybe do something about your hair.” He waved his hand in the direction of Jeonghan’s face. “And shower.” 

“No shit, dick.” He took the clothes and pulled his phone from his pocket, sending Mouse a text that it was a nice place but nothing too fancy and definitely a little more casual. “Thank you, now get out.” 

Ushering Joshua out of his room, Jeonghan took no time to start getting ready. His heart was beating a little fast, but he was happy, more happy than he had been in a long time. 

“Seokmin, where are you?” You said into the phone, pacing in your bedroom, half your closet on the floor and even more on your bed. 

“ Hi to you too, I’m at the penthouse, why?” He snickered. 

“Is anyone with you?” 

“ No? Cheol is knocked out in a room but that’s about it.” 

“ Can you come over? I need your help with something-.” 

He hung up on you and was knocking on your door in twenty minutes. 

When you opened the door he was a little out of breath but smiling bright. Seokmin gave you a quick hug before you stepped aside to let him in. 

“Alright, I’m here to help. Why do you need help?” 

“Promise me you won’t have a stroke when I say this.” 

“I can half promise unless that is my natural response to the information I will be giving.” 

“I’m going on a date with Jeonghan and I don’t know what to wear.” 

Seokmin blinked, then blinked again, “You’re doing what?!” 

Taking the time to explain everything to Seokmin, which he wasn’t too pleased about learning second hand and almost last. 

“So you like Jeonghan.” 

“Yes, I like Jeonghan.”

“And you are going on a date with him tonight .”

“Yes.” 

“Well,” He started, clearing his throat. “I’d like for our relationship of husband and wife to be brought into consideration.” 

You deadpanned at him. “Really?” 

“If you just wanted an open relationship, you should have told me.” He continued to joke. “But I have the best idea.” 

“And that is?” 

“We tell everyone not to tell Soonyoung.” 

Confused, you raised a brow, trying to understand what was going on. “Why?” 

“Because he actually thinks we are dating and I just want to fuck with him.” 

“Deal, can you help me find an outfit now?” 

Sitting on your bed, you let Seokmin go through all the clothes that were scattered around the floor and mattress, taking into account the information Jeonghan provided not long ago over text. He picked up some items and placed them aside, sorting through the clothes. 

“I’m putting you in a dress.” He finally determined, “I feel like it’s going to be the best option with everything you have.” 

You stood and started to grab all your dresses, tossing them on the bed to better get a visual of what the two of you were working with. 

“You have a lot of dark colors. Do you have anything lighter?” 

“I might have a few lighter sundresses.” You stepped over clothes to your closet and pulled out a handful of dresses stored in the back. 

Seokmin took them from you and held up each individually, humming quietly to himself in thought. “This one.” 

The one that he handed over still had the tag on it. It was pale pink, complimenting your skin tone well which was the main reason you bought it. The sleeves were sheer pink, cuffed at your wrists, but the rest of the dress was opaque. It was loose around your waist and went down just below your knees. Overall it was pretty modest, nothing too extravagant but pretty for a date. The material was soft and you had a pair of wedges you could wear with it.

“If you wanna keep your hair down, go for it, maybe some neutral makeup too.” Seokmin looked a little proud of himself, starting to take the clothes off the floor and just piling them neatly on your bed to be cleaned later. “Is he going to pick you up?” 

“Yeah, at seven, I have some time to get ready.” You hung the dress on the door and gave Seokmin a hug, who tightly hugged you back, wiggling you both side to side. “Thank you for all the help, I don’t think I would have picked something without you.” 

“Ah~ No problem, Honey. But just remember, I’m always your husband first.” 

Seokmin made his exit relatively quick, giving you one last hug at the door and telling you to give details later. He wanted all the juice to spill later, obviously. 

You took the last of the time to shower and freshen up, drying and styling your hair so it was down but out of your face, makeup was light overall and a little shimmer you put on went a long way. You felt cute, you looked cute, or at least you thought you did. It had been a while since you wore a sundress, let alone went on a date with someone you actually like. 

Pacing around your living room, the soft thunk of your wedges hitting the hard wood floor was heard. You tossed a small white purse on the couch earlier which held your keys, wallet, and lipgloss, and you waited. Your phone was in your hand, waiting for a text or call from Jeonghan that he was here. The nerves were starting to build up in your chest, but you shook out your limbs, hurrying back to your bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. Checking the time, it was fifteen minutes until seven o’clock.

Breathe, there is nothing to worry about. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straightened up and rolled your shoulders back. It’s just a date, he promised nothing too fancy. Yes you haven’t been on a date in a while but that’s okay. Last date was a bust and this date shouldn’t be. It’s just Jeonghan. You’ve spent plenty of time with Jeonghan. 

You walked back to the living room and huffed out a breath, flattening down the skirt of your dress. You’ve never been this twitchy for a date before, you thought you were being a little ridiculous. The only thing you needed to worry about was being yourself and enjoying the time you’d be spending with Jeonghan. That’s all. Nothing scary. 

A knock to the door made you flinch. With relative haste you stepped towards the door and pulled it open, a smile spreading on your face. 

Jeonghan stood on the other side of the door, dressed neatly in jeans and a gray button-down, holding something behind his back. When his gaze met yours, he beamed, eyes bright and smiling wide as he pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind him. The flowers nearly matched your dress; dusty pink carnations wrapped in white tissue paper and a shiny ribbon holding it together. 

The gesture had you shaking your shoulders in a quiet laugh and taking the bouquet into your hands, taking in the soft, sweet scent of the flowers. “They are beautiful, Jeonghan.” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” He winked at you but you stepped back to let him inside. 

“Let me put these in some water then we can go.” You hurried off, looking through a cabinet for the only vase you owned. 

You heard Jeonghan close the door and step into the kitchen, leaning himself against one of the counters. Once the flowers were unwrapped and placed in a vase full of water, you placed them on your small kitchen table, moving some of the carnations around so they looked better. Taking a step back to admire them, you glanced back towards Jeonghan whose eyes were only on you. 

“You do look really pretty, Mouse.” Jeonghan complimented, taking you in from his place. 

A flush crept up from your neck and your face flared with heat. “I- Thank you. I can’t place all of it on me…Seokmin came over and helped me pick something out…” 

He gave a quiet chuckle. “That would explain the call I got from him then.” 

Cringing, a sigh was pushed out of you, “I’m not even surprised. He is like an overprotective sibling. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.” 

Jeonghan once more stood near the door, waiting patiently for you to collect your things. With one last check of the contents inside, you stepped towards the door, watching as he opened it and ushered you to walk out before him. Once the door was locked, he held his hand out for you to take which you did easily, sliding your hand into his. His hands were cold but it didn’t matter as he used the connection between you to lead the way downstairs and to his car. 

When you reached for the passenger door, he whined and quickly opened it for you, giving a huffy pout that had your nose scrunching up in a smile. He was really going all out for this. It was cute. 

The restaurant, thankfully, wasn’t fancy. It was homey if you had to place a word to it, small but bustling. The hostess had seated you quickly once Jeonghan gave a name for the reservation. 

“I hope this meets the not fancy requirement you’ve imposed.” He smirked across the table, opening the menu. 

And there was his personality again. You could play ball. 

“Hmm, I didn’t think you had it in you with the Louis Vuitton and Dior I’ve seen you wear. Is the shirt Calvin Klein?” 

“No but the jeans are.” 

You didn’t try to suppress the roll of your eyes, crossing your legs and opening the menu. “I’m curious though, who gave the idea for flowers? You don’t seem like a flower guy.” 

Jeonghan shot you a glare but the smirk was still on his face. “If you must know, it was Minghao. He said I couldn't just show up empty handed.” 

“Ah, I’ll have to thank him for suggesting it then, shouldn’t I?” 

It felt like the normal bantering that the two of you always fell into; teasing jabs and flirting that actually meant something now. Sitting across from one another, you didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward. You were thankful it didn’t feel like that.

You were both on your second glasses of wine, food half eaten, laughing at a story Jeonghan was telling. With this date, you did learn more about who Jeonghan was outside of his work. 

The Club as he called it out in public, started as a joke between him, Wonwoo, and Mingyu, but it made good money and even better thrills. If he wasn’t working for the business , he was working for the shipping company, Pledis Shipping. When there was no work for him, Jeonghan was back at the house sleeping and actually doing nothing . He loved going out to new restaurants with the youngest three, but couldn’t cook if his life depended on it, but he wasn’t as bad as Wonwoo, the nerd could burn water. 

The one unsurprising thing was his fondness of teasing the guys and sabotaging every single game they play together so he can almost always win. You’ve seen it once when they were playing Uno and he was hiding extras of plus fours and skips but you didn’t care to say a word, wanting to know if anyone would notice or if they would care. (Note: surprisingly, no one noticed and it did end up with Cheol, Hoshi, and Mingyu getting mad. They ended up switching games to Mario Kart, which made the events so much worse for them but funnier for you.) 

“No no, it gets worse !” He was curled up on himself a bit, wheezing in a breath and wiping the tears away that gathered in his eyes. “Shua and I didn’t tell anyone in the house that we burned Mingyu’s favorite pan. It was an accident but Cheol being angry is one thing, but break something of Gyu’s that he loves and bought for himself? God we’d never hear the end of it- When he found out it was ruined, he thought it was Wonu and they were fighting for a week-”

“He didn’t deserve that!” You threw your head back in a fit of laughter. “He might be an ass but letting him take the blame?!” 

“ Jihoon knew the entire time-” 

You covered your face with both hands, gasping each breath to not absolutely lose it. 

“ And he didn’t say a word for a week- He threatened us when Gyu and Wonu wouldn’t even work together!” 

“What the hell-” 

“ I made Shua take all the blame-” 

“Han!” You gaped at him, “That is horrible!” 

“It’s okay, I got him something he wanted from overseas and called it even.” Jeonghan waved you off and downed the rest of his glass, smiling at the memory. “You should hear the stuff I’ve got for Soonyoung every time he takes the blame for stuff.” 

“You are horrible, absolutely horrible. I can’t believe you’d make him take any blame, he is just a pure, innocent baby.” You dramatically, knowing he wasn’t pure or innocent , but he was also soft and clingy when around you. 

“What can I say, I’m just like Loki .” 

Faking a gag, you rolled your eyes and groaned. “I hate you. Officially.” 

“Hm.. You can’t hate me, Mouse. You’re on a date with me~” 

“I’d like to formally retract my dating intentions with you.” 

That had him scoffing and laughing, happiness spreading across his face and the softest gaze landing on you. In the chatter filled space of the restaurant, the two of you sat in the quiet company of one another. 

Dinner was finished not long after, Jeonghan insisting you try some of his dish, not even placing it on your plate but holding it fork out, pasta wrapped around the utensil to eat from. You were hesitant but his persistence was never ending until you indeed ate from his fork. He was grinning, you were rolling your eyes. Ridiculous.

Jeonghan was quick to slide his card to the waitress, not leaving you room to argue even if you did want to at least split it, but it was also nice to have someone pay for you…(but he didn’t need to know that).

The drive home was quiet, both enjoying the rush of the city passing by and the satisfying hum of the car’s engine. Once Jeonghan parked outside of your apartment building, he made no move to get out and simply shut the car off and relaxed back in his seat. 

“Mouse,” he turned his head towards you, a soft grin spread on his lips, eyes tired but still bright. “I really enjoyed our time out together.” 

“I did too, Jeonghan.”  Answering softly, you smiled, meeting his tired gaze with a similar look. 

Tonight was nice, one of the best dates despite it being so minimal. You weren’t someone that needed much to enjoy time spent with others, it’s why you were fond of the family dinners at the house on weekends. 

“I’d like to do this again sometime.” He sounded hopeful and you were glad to satisfy that desire.

“I’d love to go on another date with you, Jeonghan.” 

Though he was beaming, Jeonghan kept his excitement at bay, nodding a few times and moved to get out. You watched through the windshield as he quickly rounded the car and opened your door, holding a hand out to help you out. Humoring him, you took his hand and stepped out, sliding your purse over your shoulder and letting him close the door. He walked you all the way to your apartment door, holding your hand, standing close while taking the elevator up and when waiting for you to unlock the door. Turning to him, you felt his thumb run over your knuckles and he gazed at you fondly. 

“Thank you for tonight, Jeonghan.” 

“It’s my pleasure.”

There was a small internal battle going on within you. The idea was tempting and you didn’t know if you would let it win…. but… 

Leaning up the best you could in your wedged heels, you placed a chaste kiss on Jeonghan's cheek. His hand tensed in your hold but it quickly subsided and you pulled back, your own cheeks matching the deep flush that spread on his face. 

“Goodnight, Mouse.” He hasn’t stopped smiling at you.

You gave a quick nod of your head and a small step back. Jeonghan was hesitant to let go of your hand but as you reached and pushed the door open, his hands easily slipped out of the hold. 

Another step back into your apartment has your heart feeling just the slightest bit heavier. “Goodnight, Jeonghan.” 

He stayed until the door was fully shut and you waited a few moments before sprinting full speed to your room and jumping into bed, wiggling around like a teenager after their very first date. You floated around your apartment when getting ready to bed and drifted to sleep with a new found fondness that continued to grow. 

When Jeonghan got home, it wasn’t too late but a majority of the lights in the house were off. He was quiet as he entered from the garage but Joshua was sitting on an armchair, a book held open in his hand while a lamp was the only light illuminating a corner of the living room. 

Hearing him enter, Joshua dropped the book to his lap, placing a bookmark to hold his place and raised a brow curiously at the daydreamy look on Jeonghan’s face. 

“Good date?” 

“One of the best I’ve ever been on.” Jeonghan shuffled over and collapsed on a couch near his friend, puffing out a sigh while smiling. “She agreed we should go out again. We talked so much at dinner and I walked with her to his apartment door.” He raised his arms to the ceiling like the structure above could help him comprehend everything. “Then she kissed my cheek! I felt like I could have exploded.” 

Joshua listened to him ramble, resting his elbow on the armrest and his cheek on his hand. He had never heard Jeonghan speak so animatedly about anything outside of his SVT activities; he liked the change. It gave Jeonghan more human aspects. 

“I’m glad you had a good time. She seems to bring out a different version of you.” 

Jeonghan let his arms fall to his stomach. “That’s the thing, Shua…I don’t feel like I have to put on a show for her. I feel normal for one of the first times in nearly ten years.” 

“I think we can all use a little bit of normality.” 

“I hope we can all find our own versions of normal sooner or later, Shua.” 

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— TWO HANDS?

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!

PAIRING: Lee Minho x Seo Changbin

WARNINGS: Anal sex (Minho giving/Changbin receiving), oral sex, face-fucking, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, bisexual Minho, “straight” Changbin, anal virgin Changbin (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: Minho finds Changbin jerking off and decides to join him

A/N: I hope whoever reads this enjoys lol. I’m working on a Jongho x reader rn but I take forever to write… though stay tuned if you’re interested ;) feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

Everybody but Changbin was out doing god knows what, and he was thankful. He wanted to relax, alone, after a busy week. But at the other dorm, Minho was bored. He knew Changbin was alone, so he decided to go and bother him.

Scaring people made Minho sadistically happy, so when he arrived— he used his key to let himself in. Once he was inside, he saw that Changbin wasn’t anywhere to be seen… which meant he was probably in his room.

He locked the door behind him, and then he paused momentarily. There were interesting noises coming from down the hall.

He assumed Changbin was just playing a really stressful video game, so he went for the hallway and saw his door was cracked. Approaching slowly, he peeked in.

And immediately froze.

He saw Changbin lying in bed, back leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his muscles, with his shorts and boxers pushed down to his thighs. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock.

“Ah, fuck… yes,” he moaned, thrusting into his hands. His balls bounced as he did, making lewd noises, and Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He didn’t know why.

Sure, he’s attracted to men... but Changbin is his friend.

And a straight one, at that.

He couldn’t look away, eyes trailing up his body and studying his facial expressions. He had no idea Changbin could make noises like that.

It was… hot.

Of course, Minho just had to lean in to get a better look. The door creaked, and he stumbled slightly. He cursed himself in his head, quickly straightening up like nothing happened.

Changbin panicked and covered himself up with his hands, “H-hyung, Jesus Christ! Go away!” He yelled, breathless with bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. Minho didn’t move an inch.

He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Fuck, go!” He shouted again, “Why are you even here?!”

There was a short moment of silence, when Minho finally spoke.

“Two hands?”

“Wh–” Changbin scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

He was getting very obviously annoyed now, and Minho could only smirk.

“Two hands. You were using two hands.”

Changbin clenched his jaw and looked away, “Dear god.”

The older pushed the door open further and took a few slow steps into the room, “Does it feel good?”

He sighed. All he could do was play along for now, until he went away.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Minho hummed, stepping even closer, “Mind if I try it out?”

Changbin snapped his head towards him, clearly taken aback, “W-what is that supposed to mean?!”

Minho just slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed next to him, getting comfy with a deep sigh and leaning back against the headboard.

“Hyung, what the hell are you doing?!”

He honestly didn’t know. He was just listening to his body. And this is what it wanted.

He laughed quietly.

He pulled his sweatpants down, and then his boxers– exposing his hard, pretty cock. Above average in length and girth, a bit of blush on the tip of his foreskin. Nice full balls that sat perfectly. Changbin swallowed hard, staring in shock. Watching it throb.

He’d seen his fellow members naked, but he never really stared at their dicks. Especially not while they were erect.

Minho threw the clothes off the side of the bed and got comfortable again. Then, he wrapped a hand around the tip and pulled his foreskin down— his soft pink tip on full display. He swiped his finger over his slit, catching a tiny bit of precum. And then he wrapped his other hand around the base.

Changbin had an involuntary wave of pleasure rush through his body, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He wasn’t attracted to men. He was straight. So why was seeing Minho doing this to him? Why was it making him hornier?

Minho stroked slowly, his eyes instantly closing, “Nngh…”

Honestly, he thought his hyung sounded beautiful.

“Minho—“ he struggled, heart pounding against his rib cage, “S-Stop.”

Minho just sped up, bucking his hips into his hands. His jaw went slack, bunny teeth poking out. The noises he was making were low in his throat, and with every one— Changbin felt that same wave of pleasure.

He instinctively squeezed his cock, wanting the ache to go away. But looking at Minho’s leaking tip, watching his thigh muscles flex, and hearing him moan…

Fuck. He needed release.

“Keep touching yourself, Bin,” Minho smirked and lolled his head to look at him, “Don’t let me get in the way. I won’t tell anyone~” he winked, turning his head back.

Changbin couldn’t say anything. He kicked his shorts and boxers to the floor, and slowly wrapped his hands around his aching cock.

This is okay, right? They’re friends, so it’s okay. Changbin recalled stumbling across quite a few videos of friends jerking off together. He never watched them, but clearly it was a pretty… normal thing to do, right?

Fuck it, who cares. Changbin doesn’t let anyone influence his thoughts or actions. He’s his own man. And he didn’t see any reason not to do this.

He slowly began to stroke himself, tired of the tension. An accidental moan slipped out of his mouth, and he could’ve sworn he saw Minho thrust harder in response.

“Fuck—“ he moaned involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off his hyung, who was now looking at his dick.

Changbin found himself mirroring Minho’s movements. Speeding up as he did, slowing down as he did. His eyes drifted upwards to look at his face. He watched him stare at his dick, watched his mouth as he moaned. Seeing Minho get off to his body made him feel things he never has before.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to try and justify these feelings right now.

He reached over for Minho and grabbed onto his shirt— pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the sharp edge of his jaw.

Minho gasped in surprise and pleasure, but he had no time to be shocked… moaning as Changbin began peppering soft little kisses down to his chin. He left some kitten licks and nibbles on his skin here and there, and Minho couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think Changbin would touch him. He didn’t think he wanted to touch him.

And honestly, he couldn’t lie. He’s had to consciously suppress his urges a few times when it came to Changbin. He just didn’t want to be honest with himself.

“Yes, fuck—“ his voice, though loud, rang softly into the room. A hint of desperation hidden within it.

Hearing his name fall perfectly from those plump lips made Changbin absolutely feral. He couldn’t think straight right now. Has he had these feelings this whole time? He felt so pent up and needy, these feelings must have been hiding somewhere.

He snuck his hand under Minho’s shirt, feeling every inch of warm skin as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was grinding against his thigh now, moaning under his breath as he throbbed.

“God— Bin… want you…” Minho whined, fucking into his hands erratically. The feeling of Changbin grinding against his thigh made him crazy. He turned his head and captured his lips within his own.

Changbin hummed into his mouth, palming his chest as he shoved his tongue inside to taste him. He knew immediately that he’d be craving it again. And again. And again.

His lips were so soft. He couldn’t get enough.

They parted for a second, and seeing Minho’s hooded lust-filled eyes threw the rest of his self control out the window.

He climbed on top of him and nearly ripped Minho’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor and reveling in the sight below him. He flattened his palms against his stomach, tracing along the scar towards the bottom. The heat radiated through Minho’s body, yet he shivered.

As Changbin did all of this, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his cock. The way it swung heavily and throbbed between his legs. He looked up at him now, eyes dark.

“Yours,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Changbin smirked and did as he was asked, watching Minho’s eyes flicker with excitement. A hand outstretched to slide up his abdomen, slow and steady with a serious expression as if he was studying a sculpture.

“God—“ Minho muttered.

Changbin crawled up his body to straddle him, sitting on his chest. He was so close that his cock brushed against his chin, and Minho clenched his jaw in anticipation. He rubbed and grabbed at his soft thighs, eyes wide and expectant. His arousal was through the roof at this point.

Changbin then grabbed ahold of his cock and scooted up a little more, pressing the tip against Minho’s full lips until they parted.

“Open.”

He obliged.

So he sunk into his hot, wet mouth with a loud moan. One of Minho’s hands grabbed his thick ass, while the other played with his tits. Pinching and pulling on his nipples. The combination was too good for Changbin. His body shook with excitement.

Minho’s eyes fluttered as he moaned around Changbin’s thick cock, not even gagging when it reached the back of his throat. He licked and sucked while his hands went and squeezed the skin that sat so perfectly on Changbin’s hips. He admired the stretch marks that painted them, wanting so bad to switch positions and pin him down so he could lick them. But he stayed still as he had his way with his mouth. Allowing himself to be used.

“Fuck—“ Changbin breathed out, clearly impressed by the lack of gag reflex.

Strong hands went to grab fistfuls of pretty brown hair as he fucked into his throat harder, the wet noises making his tummy do flips. The feeling of his balls slapping against his chin. The vibration of Minho’s moans took his pleasure to new heights, “Gah— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho opened his mouth even more, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows tented, moans more frequent now— like he was begging Changbin to cum. And he would be, if his throat wasn’t being filled.

“Yes,” Changbin pulled on Minho’s hair, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight throat, “Cumming, baby- I’m cumming… Fuck!”

Minho was shocked hearing Changbin call him baby… and then cum shot down his throat right after. Changbin’s cock spasmed, some of the cum beginning to spill out from Minho’s mouth as he continued to thrust. But he tried to swallow and lick it all the best he could.

His thrusts slowed as he panted, and he pulled out halfway— his body shaking and threatening to collapse. His eyes were heavy, and his cock was still twitching with aftershocks. When he pulled out completely, he climbed off of Minho and found his lips immediately.

As they kissed, Changbin couldn’t believe how hot it was to taste himself on his tongue. He licked his own cum off of Minho’s chin, making him moan. Changbin just hummed, the taste of his salty cum in Minho’s sweet mouth sending him to heaven.

When their lips parted, they shared an intimate moment of eye contact. Their breaths mingling together. And then Minho smirked, a hint of mischief hidden behind it.

Before Changbin could think, speak, or move— Minho switched their positions and pinned him down on his back. He could tell he was worn out, so this was the perfect opportunity to do what he wanted. Otherwise, Changbin could easily overpower him.

“Fuck—“ he gasped in surprise at the sudden show of dominance.

“Did it feel good?” Minho asked seductively, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat just endured. His neglected cock bounced eagerly as he took off his sweatpants with his right hand, his left on Changbin’s chest holding him down.

His pupils were blown instantly, seeing Minho’s fully naked body in a new position.

“Fuck…” he repeated, reaching out to touch. His fingers traced the line in his hip, and then Minho grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

“I said… did it feel good?”

Changbin’s bare chest heaved, breath catching in his throat— feeling completely exposed in this position. But he didn’t hate it. Minho looked so sexy on top of him like this, his softening cock would surely spring back to life soon.

The air felt thick. Like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Minho’s dominance was able to overpower his own… how it was able to knock down his defenses and turn his brain to mush. But it did, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His body felt numb and heavy.

“Y-yes…” he answered, breathless in a voice small. A blush began to spread across his face.

Minho narrowed his eyes, “Good boy.”

It seemed like Changbin enjoyed the praise, because his cock certainly twitched in response.

And then Minho quickly got between his legs, grabbing his thighs firmly and spreading them.

“W-what are you doing?!” Changbin asked, panicking as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing you won’t like.”

Minho pushed him back down against the bed, pulling a gasp from him, and then pushed his legs up to his chest. Minho’s eyes lit up, his mouth beginning to water. Changbin’s asshole was so cute. It throbbed as he panicked, beckoning for Minho’s tongue. He got lost in the thought of plunging straight into his virgin hole, and was only brought back to reality when Changbin spoke.

“H-hyung!” he squirmed, “S-stop it! This is embarrassing!”

He bent forward and placed gentle kisses along his inner thigh, “Stop?” His hot breath grazed along Changbin’s sensitive skin, “You want me to stop?”

There was no hint of actual concern in his voice. Because he knew just by Changbin’s tone that his pleas weren’t serious.

“If you want me to stop, then why is your cock so hard? Hm?”

Changbin went silent, biting back the moans that threatened to escape as Minho buried his nose in the soft flesh of his thigh. He couldn’t say anything, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” he nearly purred, licking and sucking on the skin. Leaving dark marks in clusters and patterns. He squeezed his thighs harder, and Changbin’s back arched.

“S-shit…” he moaned under his breath, struggling, “What… what are you going to do?”

He reached down and placed a gentle hand atop Minho’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. He rubbed his scalp as he moaned, the feeling of his tongue dragging across his asscheek causing anticipation to burn deep within.

Then suddenly, Minho’s soft lips made contact with his pretty hole. Kissing it tenderly.

It tightened immediately, Changbin gasping at the new sensation as he tugged on his hair to keep himself grounded, “F-fuck! Why—“

Minho didn’t let him finish, and instead pressed his tongue flat against him. Changbin was losing his mind at the warmth. The wetness. Not a single sound came out of his mouth, his body almost in shock from the foreign feeling.

His mind and insides were fuzzy, every nerve tingling as his blood rushed through his veins. Minho kept licking at his asshole, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping in every few seconds. And Changbin was coming undone.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered, pulling harder at his hair. Minho smirked before shoved his tongue all the way inside. Changbin gasped and moaned loud— hands scrambling to grip at the sheets. That familiar heat rose in his stomach again.

Then Minho suddenly pulled away, and Changbin couldn’t even whine to protest. There was a wicked grin on his face as Changbin’s eyes struggled to stay open.

“So good, baby…”

The younger held out his arms, and Minho laughed softly under his breath. He pulled himself up so he was hovering over him, and smashed their lips together. Changbin wrapped his arms around his body.

The kiss was desperate and messy. Uncoordinated. Both moaning into each other’s mouths as they tasted and explored every inch. Minho groped Changbin’s chest, his tummy, his hips, his thighs. Everything he could get his hands on.

And then he pulled away for a single second to spit on his fingers. Before Changbin could ask, he was caught by Minho’s lips again.

His fingers trailed down to his asshole, pressing against it while he drank Changbin’s pleasure.

They parted for air at the same time Minho pushed his middle finger inside, and he watched Changbin’s eyes widen. He watched the shock flash on his face, watched the gleam of discomfort, and then the confusing pleasure.

“M-Min—“ he struggled. Minho’s finger was all the way inside him now, starting to bend and search.

Changbin’s dick was slowly coming back to life, Minho’s painfully hard as it hung between his legs. But he knew he had to take his time. He didn’t want to hurt Changbin too much.

“Yes, Binnie?” He cooed, voice thick like honey. Changbin’s moans were going straight to his head. Fueling his dominance.

“You— Ah!—“ he suddenly cried out, body tensing hard as he felt a strong wave of pleasure roll through his entire being. His nails dug into Minho’s back.

He smirked, laughing teasingly, “Oh? Did I find it?”

Changbin screwed his eyes shut and pulled him closer, trapping him in his big arms, “M-more,” he begged.

“More?” Minho teased, feeling Changbin’s heaving chest against his own, “You want more, pretty boy?”

He pulled his finger almost all the way out, and Changbin shivered in anticipation, “Please.”

Another finger was added quickly, before Changbin could even process it— and now both were rammed into his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scratched down Minho’s back, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

Minho started kissing his neck as he scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. The soft noises he pulled from the same throat he was kissing left him absolutely desperate. He wanted to be inside Changbin so fucking bad.

“Feels so g-good, hyung…” he panted, opening his eyes and grabbing Minho’s face.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, fingering him faster. Changbin looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. The way he looked up at him was intoxicating.

The younger pulled him down into another wet kiss, and at the same moment, Minho added another finger. Changbin gasped into his mouth, but Minho didn’t let him free. He kept kissing him, through his pain and his pleasure. He was stretching in between thrusts, and made sure to reach for his prostate everytime.

Minho sucked on his tongue and his lips, and when he pulled away, his fingers left too.

“H-hyung…” Changbin whimpered in protest, lips red and swollen.

“Bin,” he responded, grabbing his thighs and pushing his legs up again. He lined his dick up so it brushed against his prepped hole, “I wanna fuck you.”

Changbin’s breath caught in his throat, his own dick now fully hard and leaking. Minho’s dominance made him feel unspeakable pleasure. His hole throbbed, and his insides ached. He reached out to let his hand slide down Minho’s front, and then he met his eyes again.

He pulled his hand away shyly, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Minho had no idea how bad he wanted to hear that from Changbin. How bad he needed to hear that.

Without hesitation, almost in a hurry, he reached over to open his nightstand drawer. He assumed he’d have lube in there, and he was correct.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing…” Changbin groaned, covering his face.

Minho chuckled and poured some lube in his hand, “Embarrassing? When I’m about to fill your ass with my cock?”

Changbin moaned at his words, cock twitching. He had no idea how sexy his voice could be. He heard Minho slick his cock, and he uncovered his face to watch, “S-shut up.”

Minho smiled and then rubbed the rest of the lube on Changbin’s hole, making sure there was enough to make him comfortable. His view was breathtaking.

“I’ll make you shut up instead,” he said seriously, lining up his dick once more, “Now watch it go in.”

Changbin was taken aback by the sudden command, but he did as he was told. He tried to stay relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing once Minho pushed in. His face scrunched up in pain, and even though it hurt… he couldn’t lie. Watching his own ass swallow every single inch of Minho’s cock was hot as fuck.

“Deep breaths, Changbin,” Minho wiped his hands off on the sheets so he could reach down and rub his cock, “Focus on the good feelings. It won’t hurt for long.”

Minho was having a hard time controlling himself, though. Changbin was so tight. So hot. So wet. He wanted to be deep inside him, wanted to be wrecking him. His cock was sore at this point, for being so hard without release for so long. But he wanted to give him a good experience.

Changbin tried to take deep breaths as he was told. Tried to drown out the burning sensation. It was all so new, so foreign, but a part of him kind of liked the pain.

Minho wrapped his hand around Changbin’s length and stroked him slowly, penetrating him deeper and deeper. He throbbed inside him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in all the noises he so desperately wanted to make.

“F-fuck,” he exhaled, leaning forward to place kisses along Changbin’s throat– feeling it vibrate as he made small whines, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nngh,” Changbin moaned, “Y-you’re big, hyung.”

“Yeah?” Minho said before licking his adams apple, “Wanna feel it balls deep?”

Minho’s breathing was ragged. Uneven, fast, and shaky. The feeling of Changbin’s hot, tight walls wrapped around him made it hard for him to have self control.

Changbin arched at the words, and he squirmed slightly under him. He wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him impossibly close— forcing his cock to slam all the way inside.

“H-holy fuck—“ Changbin hissed, his back arching more. The feeling of Minho’s cock all the way inside him, right up against his prostate, made his mind start to melt. He didn’t even care about the pain.

The sound that Minho made was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and pure struggle. It took all of his willpower not to start drilling him instantly.

“You…” he struggled, “You okay?”

Changbin let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to adjust, “So deep…”

Minho hummed and bent down to kiss his face. He moved past his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t think you understand just how bad I want to fuck you, Seo Changbin…”

Changbin’s body ignited at his words, and his nails dug lightly into his biceps.

“Then fuck me.”

Minho immediately grabbed onto his hips and began to move. Long, deep strokes. Drowning in every noise he pulled from Changbin.

When he started writhing, obviously overtaken by pleasure— Minho held him down with a tighter grip on his hips. He smirked and sat up straight to get a good look at him, and then started fucking him harder, “Stay still, baby. Be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The new pace Minho had set made Changbin scratch down his arms, “Holy fuck!” He screamed, “Sh-Shit!”

“Yeah, you like that?” Minho nearly growled, watching his cock and balls bounce with every thrust. Watching how his thighs jiggled, and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Tell me you like it.”

Changbin whimpered as he tried to speak, eyes screwed shut as his nails dug into Minho’s forearms. He gasped, struggling to even form a thought, “I l-love it…” he threw his head back, ”Please… Please don’t stop—“

Minho laughed and suddenly stopped.

“N-no…” Changbin whined, opening his eyes, “Why?”

“Turn over for me. On your hands and knees.”

He pulled out slowly, humming in satisfaction as he watched Changbin obey his orders.

Then without any warning, he slammed back into his tight little asshole— grabbing handfuls off his soft cheeks. The sound of his balls slapping his taint continuously made his stomach churn.

“Fuck! Yes!” Changbin’s moans were getting higher in pitch, and he even began to move backwards onto Minho’s cock, “Fuck me, Minho. Please. Keep fucking me.”

“My god,” Minho growled and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair— pulling him up so his back was against his chest. And then he dug his nails into his hips, and sunk his teeth into his neck.

Changbin was trembling, moaning helplessly as his prostate endured the abuse. He felt his insides begin to stir, and he knew he was about to cum.

“Minho—“ he whimpered, “Minho-hyung, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His voice and his body was getting weaker by the minute, every thrust of Minho’s cock destroying him.

Minho was too lost in the ecstasy that he left several dark hickeys along his neck and shoulders. He was too caught up in the desire to mark him. To claim him.

As soon as Changbin announced he was going to cum, his thrusts got sloppy, “Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Your ass is so fucking good. Shit— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho reached around to grab ahold of Changbin’s cock and started stroking him fast. He felt him erupt in his hand. Felt it drip onto his hand.

“A-ah! H-holy fuck,” Changbin was moaning like a slut, bucking his hips into Minho’s hand.

And then his own balls began to empty— his cum painting the inside of Changbin’s ass as he continued to fuck and stroke him.

“Yes,” Changbin fell forward, shaking and barely holding himself up with his forearms, “Fill me with your cum. Please hyung.”

Minho’s moans were guttural. Like the pleasure was ripping through his body. Seeing Changbin in this position… his back arched, and his ass in the air. He came harder than he ever has before.

He could barely breathe.

His thrusts slowed, and he let go of Changbin’s softening cock. One last time, he sunk all the way into his ass— and just stayed still. Panting. Changbin moaned weakly, muffled slightly by the pillow he was now pressed against.

Minho licked the cum off of his hand, while the other ran up Changbin’s spine soothingly. He hummed at the familiar taste of his cum, and then pulled out slowly.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them apart, “Look at that pretty hole.”

It was so gorgeously wrecked.

Changbin buried his face in his arms, groaning in embarrassment, “S-stop…”

Minho watched the cum ooze out, and he couldn’t believe this just happened. He took a deep breath and helped Changbin flip over on his back. A bit anxious now, Minho immediately kissed him as if to soothe it.

This time, it was a tender kiss. As they both panted and struggled to catch their breaths from their recent climaxes, they melted into the moment. Minho caressed his cheek with a softness that Changbin had never felt before, and it made him shiver.

When they parted, Minho couldn’t look away from his eyes, “How did it feel, Bin? I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad…”

His gaze trailed downward to all the marks he left on his neck and shoulders. He pursed his lips, going to trace them gently. He couldn’t help but feel scared that Changbin was going to push him away now.

“It was… really good. Really really good— what are you looking at?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to follow his eyes. He could only see the marks on his shoulders, which were big and dark, “Oh…”

Minho scrunched his face in a mix of sympathy and embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… it’s even worse on your neck—“

“My neck?!”

It wasn’t just a matter of explaining it to the members, it was a matter of explaining it to the entire company. The thought of everyone seeing him covered in hickeys was already so embarrassing, how could he cope with trying to make an excuse?

But at the same time, it made his heart flutter. Knowing he’d been claimed by him.

“I’m sorry, Changbin. I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll let everyone know. You don’t have to say a wor—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. Minho hummed in surprise, but ultimately sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to feel the warmth. Their bare bodies pressed against each other— chests rising and falling in sync.

Changbin moaned and broke the kiss first, “I’ll figure it out, hyung,” his hand went to tangle in his hair. Their faces were inches apart as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I’m not scared.”

He was at first… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had nothing to worry about. His classic confidence shone through, and showed on the big smile he gave Minho.

“Whether or not they know who marked me, I’ll wear it with pride.”

[idkyouyet23]

 ‘On My Mind’

~ a LITG Max fanfic ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter One - The Surprise Dumping

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

Welcome to the first chapter of 

‘On My Mind’ my lovelies! I’m super excited for this fanfic although I haven’t written in a while so if this is terrible, please forgive me anyways I hope that you all enjoy it and as always, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments :)

This is set right before Casa Amor and also I won’t be going directly from the script as I wanna be a bit more creative with this but sometimes I will write directly from the script

~Jess

check it out on AO3 or you can read it below, whatever you like :)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

I genuinely can’t believe that this is happening, the one person that I really like here has been dumped from the villa,

I sit on the side of the bed as I help Jack with packing his suitcase.

‘Please Jack I’ll leave with you’,

I tell him with tears in my eyes, ready to spill out at any moment 

‘Jazzy you don’t have to do that, 

and I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes’,

Jack continues packing his suitcase 

‘But I want to, Jack you’re the only person that I want here’, I’m practically begging Jack to let me go with him at this point

‘Please stay here and have a good time for me’, he replies as I frown and my lips begin to tremble

‘Okay I suppose I will stay then, but I would go with you in a heartbeat’, I sigh and Jack zips up his suitcase, 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

I stand up and Jack engulfs me into a hug,

‘Don’t forget that I’ll be waiting for you but if you find someone here that you like more, then you should go for it’

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, I think to myself.

‘Yeah okay, but there will

be nobody like you’, I tell Jack and I close the gap between us with one last kiss,

after what feels like forever, we pull away and Jack speaks up

‘I better go say goodbye to the others’, 

I walk out of the bedroom with him and I notice the other islanders staring at me, they begin to say their goodbyes and 

I cover my face as I start sobbing whilst wishing that this wasn’t real, after a while I feel strong arms wrap me into a hug 

‘Shh…Jazzy everything will be fine’, Jack whispers into my ear and I look up into his eyes as I nod

‘If you say so’, was all I could say as I didn’t want to break down again, I hate when people see me cry.

I watch as Jack walks away, his suitcase strolling behind him and then he turns back one more time

‘You lot better take care of her for me!’,

Jack says sternly 

‘We will, don’t worry!’, Claudia yells back at Jack, the other islanders agree with her and I keep looking into the distance until his figure disappears.

I go and lay on one of the daybeds, 

trying to gather my thoughts 

‘Ugh why didn’t I walk?!’, I scream into a pillow and I hear Emel’s voice

‘I think you should have’, she says as I sit up and I notice that Claudia is walking over too

‘Well Jack told me to stay here for some reason so I’m respecting his wishes I guess’

‘That doesn’t mean that it’s the right decision though’, Claudia states and I respond with,

‘I know but it’s want Jack wanted’

Theo and Oakley join us by the daybeds.

Theo gives me a look of concern,

‘Jazzy you don’t have to be sad-‘,

Oakley chimes in 

‘Yeah like there will be plenty more people arriving here and I reckon that Casa will be happening soon enough’

‘I suppose that you’re right but they won’t make me feel the way Jack did…

Right I’m going to bed now anyways’,

I announce and I walk away back into the villa, I get dressed into my favourite pyjamas to make myself feel better and I’m ready just as Emel and Claudia join me

‘Jazzy you okay?’, Claudia asks me and I nod

‘Yup I am! At least I won’t have to share my bed with anyone tonight’, I let out a giggle and then I walk out and into the bathroom, the door is closed so I knock

‘I’ll be out in a minute!’, I hear Theo say,

he looks me up and down when he’s walking out 

‘You’re looking lovely Jazzy’, Theo smiles and I smile back

‘Thanks Theo’, I quickly brush my teeth and I rush over to my bed, ready to fall asleep straight away.

‘Goodnight lads and ladies’, I announce while pulling the bed sheets on top of me and I was met with,

‘Night Jazzy’, from the rest of the islanders.

The next morning, I wake up and to my surprise, the others are sat at the end of my bed

I stretch and sit up,

‘Gosh that was a great sleep I had’

‘I made you a smoothie how you like it’,

Claudia says with a smile and she hands it over to me

‘Thank you, I can’t believe that you guys were awake before me, why didn’t you wake me up?’

‘We let you lie in so that you’d hopefully feel happier today’, Theo replies 

‘Well thank you, I am actually feeling better today’

I climb out of my bed to go get ready for the day

‘We’ll be outside, whenever you’re ready’,

Emel announces.

In the dressing room, 

I pick out a green bikini and after I brush my hair, I add clips to keep my hair out of my face, I do my makeup quite natural as I always do during the day, 

I blow myself a kiss in the mirror 

I hear Emel and Claudia rush in,

‘Jazzy there’s a new guy outside!’

Emel screams 

‘You’re fucking messing, right?’

I respond 

‘Of course we’re not, come on!’,

The three of us rush outside

‘Ah Jazzy, just the girl I’ve been looking for,

I’m Hari’, Hari gives me a bright smile 

‘Well nice to meet you’, I smile back at him.

Then the text comes in, of course it’s a challenge.

I give my makeup a quick top-up as I wait for Claudia and Emel to get ready

‘I’m not bothered to do sports day like there’s literally a gym for that’, I groan 

‘Think about it though, you’ll probably have to work with Hari, could be a way to get to know him better’, Claudia replies and before I could answer, Emel interrupts 

‘Jazzy what do you think of Hari?’,

I glance at her and then I shrug my shoulders

‘I’m not sure about him, I think it’ll be more friendship vibes between us to be completely honest’

‘He’s the only single guy here and your the only single girl here so it’s perfect’, 

Emel states and Claudia sighs,

‘Emel it doesn’t always work like that and besides there will be plenty more people here for you.’

Out on the lawn, we’re doing various sports day activities such as sprinting and the wheelbarrow race for examples,

just as we’re about to start another activity, I hear a voice.

‘Jazzy?’, I turn to see Jack with another girl beside him, I’m not sure what’s going on but without thinking, I instantly kiss him and Jack wraps his arms around me as he kisses me back

‘Jack, what are you doing back here?’, 

I ask after we pull away

‘I wasn’t actually dumped, but I went on a date with this lovely lady’

‘Hi guys, I’m Bea’

Jack and Bea went on a date, and she’s literally so gorgeous, what if she wants him? It doesn’t seem that way but it’s hard to know for sure when you’re in the Villa. 

[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ here's to teenage memories

pairing: nonidol!hueningkai x reader summary: you meet a sweet boy on your vacation with your friends and neither of you want to leave. genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, cutie hyuka warnings: kinda sad if u squint, mentions of alcohol/drinking notes: tysm for over 100 likes on my first post 🥹 this is my first full one shot so i hope u like it <3 inspired by kiss me kiss me by 5 seconds of summer word count: 1.3k click here for my masterlist!

being with him was warm. just like the air that surrounded you as you sat together under the sunset.

"i don't wanna leave." you unintentionally said in unison, breaking out into a fit of giggles right after.

it was the final day of your vacation with your friends, although you hadn't actually spent much time with them. instead, you favoured the presence of the fluffy brown-haired boy beside you over your friends getting drunk along with his friends every night.

you met at one of your holiday resort's pool parties where your friend groups had crossed paths and hit it off immediately. being the most introverted of your respected groups, you and kai stuck together and sipped grape juice and talked in the background while your friends partied the sweet summer nights away. this progressed to leaving the parties in search of somewhere quieter, and eventually no longer attending the parties altogether, ending up in one of your hotel rooms watching anime or taking a walk on the beach.

your favourite activity was when the two of you would hop in his car and drive a little ways away, grabbing some greasy takeout and screaming out your favourite songs with the windows down. even in the moment, it felt like a memory you wanted to treasure forever. you felt like you owned the town, wind in your hair, completely free as kai looked over at you with the biggest grin on his face, trying his best to focus on the road and not on you.

both of you were leaving on the same day to head back to your busy city lives, but spending almost all your hours with a cute boy for 3 weeks straight made leaving the luxurious comfort of your resort even more difficult. kai felt the same way, although he didn't care as much for being at the resort as he did for being in your company. his friends had been telling him to ask you out since the day you met when he couldn't help but stare at you with hearts in his eyes as you danced with your friends. his feelings only grew as he got to know you.

you and your love for video games.

you and all your favourite bands, which just so happened to also be his favourite bands.

you and your lavender shampoo. his favourite scent.

kai knew tonight would be his last chance. hell you'd been hanging out for weeks and he was still too scared to even ask for your number, or even bring up the possibility of staying in contact after what he could hardly describe as a summer fling.

so with the sun setting and a bottle of grape juice, he invited you down to the beach to sit with him and bask in the last bits of sun before you're gone. giggling together and watching the sun go down could only be described as romantic, and the two of you were longing for it to be just that.

you were still laughing at something he had said when the sun was only just still visible, the pink and purple hues of the sky reflecting in your eyes. kai thought you were breathtaking.

"kiss me."

it slipped out before he could stop it, and his eyes blew wide in the realisation of what he'd said. he was about to cover for himself and reassure you that he didn't mean it- well he did. he just.. could have said it in a smoother way? but he didn't have time to process an explanation thanks to your grin and your hand pressing against his cheek. you shuffled closer to him until the side of your hip was pressed to his.

"i've been waiting for you to say that all summer."

and with that, your lips were on his. the kiss was a little clumsy at first, considering kai was basically in shock, despite being the one to ask you to kiss him. he regained his composure and kissed you back quickly, placing his own hand on your belly, rubbing it soothingly as the kiss deepened.

you tried to pull away for air, but he didn't like that one bit. in a rush of adrenaline, he plucked you from your seat in the sand and placed you on his lap, earning a small squeal as he lifted you easily. he brought his lips back to yours and smiled softly into the kiss as your hands came to rest on his firm chest, his resting comfortably on your waist.

"please tell me i'll see you again," you breathed out as you both broke away in desperate need of oxygen. "i really don't want to let you go."

kai smiled with a blush adorning his cheeks, almost offended that you'd think he wouldn't want to see you. "i don't want to let you go either. our cities aren't too far... i'll come see you!" he declared, still a little out of breath. "you're the sweetest person i've ever met, i like you so much."

"are you confessing to me right now?" you teased.

"we've been making out for the past ten minutes, if you didn't already know i like you that's on you."

you broke out into giggles again, shoving your face into his neck shyly. you breathed in his scent, letting it calm you as he pulled you closer into a proper hug. your arms circled around his larger frame and you moved to rest your forehead against his, staring into his big pretty brown eyes.

"i like you too kai." <3

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"okay that's everything!" you chimed, finally fitting all of your friends luggage into the back of your car. they went back into their rooms to double check they hadn't left anything and you were about to do the same until-

"Y/N!!!" a familiar voice yelled, making you spin on your heels. soon enough kai was crouched in front of you, his hands on his knees as he tried to get his breath back from running. "kai what's wrong? are you okay?"

"i.. forgot.. number.." he panted the words out, not quite getting a full sentence. he pulled his phone from his pocket and wafted it towards you to get his point across.

"OH MY PHONE NUMBER! i'm so sorry, give me your phone i'll put it in!" you laughed. you didn't realise kai had been followed until you heard a vaguely familiar voice.

"you romanced them all summer and made out with them on the beach and didn't get their phone number?? tch, idiot." the boy you later learned to be beomgyu chirped up with a teasing tone. "you were right though, they are pretty," yeonjun remarked.

"shut up you guys, they were having a moment!" soobin shushed them. kai recovered with a deep breath. "sorry about them..." he gave you a shy smile and rubbed the back of his neck as you added your contact in his phone and texted yourself so you'd have his number too. "don't worry about it!" you replied with a laugh. "nice to meet you guys again, but we really should go now."

a sad expression crossed kai's face.

"we'll give you some privacy to say goodbye, see you later Y/N!" kai's other friend taehyun said kindly, juxtaposing the way he dragged the other 3 boys away roughly. they shouted their goodbyes and you waved to them before turning back to give kai your full attention. you could hear your friends walking back to the car so you made your goodbyes quick with a promise to see each other again soon and text or call as much as you could in the meantime. he gave you a boyish smile and made you seal your promise with a link of pinkies and a sweet kiss.

it had hardly been 10 minutes since he left, one of your friends offered to drive so you snuggled into the passenger seat and pulled out your phone as you set out on the journey home. there was only one notification on your phone, and it was exactly the one you wanted.

unknown number: miss you already <3

[justmightyshadows]

You answered so I wrote a smutty, semi-public s*x story of Jaheira and Tav. I was inspired by the quote :

“Jaheira: …. Harpers fight dirty. A well-timed strike, with the knowledge of just where to place it….”

This is rated: Explicit, NSFW

If you like that and also like Jaheira being a bit unhinged keep reading!

Tonight the water is cool and comes to rest in a small pond before rushing out to the ocean’s greedy mouth. You’ve been traveling and fighting for days and it is finally time to be cleaned you think. Wading into the small ripples of current you soak your body deep into the serene blue, the lit torches flickering on the water’s surface.

She’s late - you think as you lean back a bit to wet your hair, looking up at the shimmering stars above.

“Jaheira is late, again!” Karlach whines while she splashes around in the water.

“As usual, I wouldn’t expect her to be punctual. She sees it as being on time for the moment not the clock.” You reply with a smile. Her tardiness had never led to dire consequences just overall annoyance from the other members of the group.

“Well, she has the washing brushes so we’re all waiting for her so that we can get rid of all this dirt and grime.” This time the voice belongs to Shadowheart who has submerged only her lower half, no doubt fearing going in too deep.

“That could be forever. Thalwyn can you rub my back with soap?” Karlach pouted a bit as you glided through the water to her. You rubbed down every bit of her back that you could see and Shadowheart without asking seemed to just move right where you hand was going, to be soaped up next. Not one to be left out Lae’zel called for you to help with her back too, though she refused to move from the side of the pond she had claimed as her own.

Close together you can feel the anticipation on her skin - your hand rubbing small circles of suds along the ridges of her back until you’ve covered all of the free skin. “All done, Lae’zel.” You say and she turns quickly to look at you. Her usually narrowed eyes are rounded a bit as her hand reaches out to touch your shoulder - her other hand at your waist beings to push you to face away from her.

“Turn around. It is your turn.” Her head is on your shoulder as she presses herself onto you far too close to be able to help with cleaning you at all, when a voice breaks the silence between you all.

“I think that honor lies with me, cub.” Jaheira makes her way to the water’s edge and tosses the others the scrub brushes. She undresses while keeping a watchful eye on Lae’zel and then wades into the water towards you pulling you close to her by your hips and bringing you into a soft kiss. She’s filthy again you notice and wonder if her hunt was just bloody or if she prefers to walk around like this - blood dripping from her jaw and her hands covered in dried stains.

“Your kiss did have a bit of a metallic taste to it. I think you should go first.” You get to work scrubbing her down with soap and bristles until the ever present reddish tint is finally gone. In thanks she strokes your hair kissing your neck then lower to above your breasts and you feel the other’s eyes turn sharply to you. “Jaheira - everyone is watching, later.” You whimper out, pulling her head close to yours. She grins and gives you a slight nod.

“Simply marking my territory in the nicest way I know how.” Her hands slide to cup your ass as she lifts you gently into another kiss, it was too much with everyone watching. You lean into her ear and whisper “I’m going to my tent, join me.” With that you exit the water feeling everyone staring at your naked form retreat into the darkness.

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“Lae’zel. I’d appreciate you keeping your hands off of Thalwyn going forward.” Jaheira says when Thalwyn is out of earshot - her voice is etched with gravel and her eyes are slitted to the shape of a predator, two things she usually reserves for battle. Seeing them embraced had set her on edge and she was trying to handle this as nicely as possible.

“Thalwyn is a fine one to mate with, this we all know. Your mind has grown soft in your old age however, to think you own her body. I could easily win her over if I tried to.” She rises a bit out of the water and tries to look confident in front of her.

Jaheira laughs, her entire body shaking with the thought of this challenge, this is nothing new to her. Young Harpers can be arrogant and foolhardy especially when they think they have the High Harper against the ropes.

“Do not fool yourself that we are rivals - you kept her interested before I arrived. As you can see, I am here now so your usefulness in this matter is over.” She waves her hand lazily in a circle and says “But don’t worry fawn you have other uses I am sure.” She finishes with a bit of a grin letting her canines protrude more than usual - peeking over her lips. “I have asked nicely and that is the only time I will do so.”

“Is that a threat?” Lae’zel says incredulously, crossing her arms and barring her teeth dramatically.

“For you cub, it is a promise.” She turns her back on her and walks gracefully out of the water towards camp.

Jaheira pauses outside of Thalwyn’s tent, kneels down and gives her a short message

“Meet me tomorrow on the edge of the northern part of camp by the forest. I need more privacy than your tent.”

Thalwyn turns over ready to shoot back an annoyed answer at the ever changing plans when her body and mind are ready to go at this exact moment - but Jaheira is already gone.

Fucking Harpers. She thinks, lowering her hand to her own wetness to give herself relief.

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The next night takes forever to fall, but soon it is here and you sneak from your tent to the spot Jaheira wanted to meet you. There is no blanket, no cushion, just her with a small bag sitting on the ground. A druid to her core you think.

“Good, you’re here, I know you have a knack for being late.” Jaheira shoots at you as you enter the small clearing.

“That is rich coming from you, 100 years late to this battle.” Hells, she had been late just the day before!

She raises herself and brings her hand to your face. The skin around the edges of her palm is calloused from the time she spends walking on them. You nestle your head into the rough of it and stare into her eyes, the yellow of them piercing you deeply.

“Let me start exactly where I left off when we were in your bird’s nest - do you remember?”

She’s teasing you at this point. Of course you know - she wants you to say it, to submit to her.

“If you want me on my knees again Jaheira - all you had to do was ask nicely.”

You trail your hand down the length of her body undressing her as you go, the leather ties coming undone with ease, until you find yourself on your knees staring at the lovely silvery bush in front of you. Your lips caress her belly, pressing yourself against her as if you had not known closeness in a long time. She leans down and whispers in your ear.

“I think I had you lower than that.”

She’s right of course and with a smile you lower yourself to your hands, the dirt and sticks pressing against your palms, arching your back and looking over your shoulder to tease her. If she wanted you this way she would have a hard time acting as if you were not magnificent. The air is dark and cold as she lowers herself to her knees and rests behind you. She moves her mouth to your entrance sliding her tongue in expertly, enjoying the taste of your slick along her lips, in her mouth. You are trying to keep it together, this has only just begun and you’re sure you won’t be interrupted this time - no need to rush the sensation.

“Ye Gods, be gentle.” She whispers lifting her mouth for air. Making her way up your body she plants kisses along your ass and back until she is again at the nape of your neck her breath hot against your skin. You feel her strap rub against your clit and wonder when she had time to put that on. There is something different about her touch tonight, she’s dragging her fingers along your skin in a harsher way, her bites press further into the skin. She’s teasing your entrance with the tip of the strap listening to the near quiet moans you let out below her and she is waiting, for something, you are not sure what.

Your ears swivel as you hear labored breaths and hard footsteps approaching along the path. Someone is coming. She teases into you slowly, the width of the strap too large to slam forward, at the same time as you noticed the sound, making you gasp loudly. Her hand finds its way to your hair as she slowly moves in and out - working herself deeper and deeper inside of you. The tightness makes you move a bit but she places a steadying hand around to rest on your stomach.

“Stay still, Thalwyn. I’m going to make you feel good. Trust me.”

“Jaheira, someone’s coming.” Your voice is feather light as you try to keep the moan at the front of your mouth at bay. Her length has found the depth of you and pressed outward against all of your walls, the ridges applying pleasure in all the right places.

The footsteps are getting closer, leaves crunching underfoot but you do not want this to end. You grab her arm and place it in front of your mouth, biting down to give yourself relief. If she hears them coming she doesn’t care, instead she continues slowly pleasuring you, she pulls you up by your hair lifting your gaze into the forest view.

Your vision is astounding at night and you can see the lean shape of Lae’zel making it’s way past you in the distance.

She stops, listening to the sounds being made around her, the wet slide of the strap in and out of your pussy and Jaheira must see as well as she slams hard into you, pushing the breath from your body.

Is this what she had been waiting for, to wait in ambush for Lae’zel? What a sneaky woman you have inside you. She knew exactly where Lae’zel would be training at night and had you meet her on the route back to camp.

“Did you enjoy her touch last night? I saw you embraced when I arrived.” She pets your head affectionately, knowingly. She couldn’t be further from the truth but the view must have been incriminating. Lae’zel had rested herself against you in all of your nakedness, that is all Jaheira saw. Your mind is hazy as she continues stroking into you.

“You wouldn’t lead her on would you?” You hadn’t had you? You’d been so gentle with her heart - Jaheira would be proud of your restraint given your past.

“No.” You reply to her as she lifts your head again to project your voice in Lae’zel’s direction. You’d forgotten she was even standing there, your body was preoccupied with other matters.

“You wouldn’t do that to me. I know it Ni Gyrah(*little bird).” Her grip on your hair tightens and you feel her bite your shoulder again pressing down firmly with her sharp teeth.

She stops whispering, the harsh smacks of her body against yours ring out in the air. At this point you might as well be right in front of Lae’zel, hell you feel like you are. She must be able to hear every word from your lips - her once swiveling head is now pointed straight in your direction.

“Do you want her?” She was claiming you in front of her - your body became hot, you knew Jaheira was capable but not that she was willing, it made your skin shiver with arousal. Did you even care at this point if you were hurting someone else’s feelings? All that mattered to you was this feeling - to have her joined to you finally.

“No.” It was so hard to get even the single word out at this point. Your voice was loud - louder than you wanted it to be as a result.

“Tell her now who you want.” Jaheira must have almost yelled it. The confidence of her voice a command you could not ignore but your body was failing you. You whimpered quietly moaning in pleasure at the sensation of her embrace, tears had formed at the edges of your eyes at the fullness of your body.

Fuck - this had gone so far. She pulls your head up again, arching your back to give her even more space to reach, pounding against the deepest part of you.

Lae’zel is squinting into the dark and you’re sure her eyes have adjusted so that she can see you now. In fact, you can see the yellow of her iris. You’re now staring directly into her eyes.

“Tell her.” She eggs you on, her strokes more forceful than before, your body rocking back and forth from the sensation. The bob of your head makes speaking so difficult and Lae’zel is widening her eyes in disbelief at the sight.

“Jaheira.” Her name falls lovingly from your lips but is tinted with a desperation for release.

“Good girl. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” She pulls your hair towards her and brings you into a sloppy kiss her other hand snaking around to rub on your clit. The dirt is digging into your knees harshly as you lose yourself in the sensation, writhing against her relentless strokes and clenching your muscles in ecstasy. Your head is pushed down and you watch as Lae’zel stares forward while Jaheira uses you as leverage to work the strap against her own clit and climaxes right after you. She pulls you up by the hair again and you see Lae’zel stepping backwards before turning to head towards camp, almost at a run.

There is a lull as you both catch your breath - the dirt sticking to your sweaty body as you try to wipe it away in vain. Glancing back at her you ask,

“You brought me out here to prove a point to her then? Here I thought it was just for a good time.” Your words carry some truth within the joke - maybe she wanted you only for the show and not what comes after.

“I needed her to know her position in this pack. Having it involve you just gave us both a time for pleasure.” She’s staring down at you and you notice the panther-like pupils still present on her eyes. She must be feeling very protective, you had no clue she was so enthralled with you.

“Where is her position then? Under you?” You push back against her hips a bit urging her to remove the strap from inside you.

“Aye and away from you.” She pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you and brings you into her lap facing her. The strap resting against your ass, slick from you as a reminder of where it had been.

Caressing the side of your face with her hand - there is sweat and dirt covering your body, you know you must look so disheveled and out of sorts, she pulls you into a kiss. Her hands snaking around your back until she has you fully wrapped in her embrace.

“You’ve made quite a mess of me, I would be more upset if I didn’t have such a beautiful one to look at.” You see the blush in her ears again but like always when you compliment her, she ignores you.

“I told you I am not known for my care for such things - but I will make it up to you. Let me get you a glass of wine and I will feast on you until the sun peeks out over the horizon.” Her eyes are full of lust again so you agree - there’s nothing stopping the rest of the night from continuing you decide. She helps you to your feet and wraps you in a thin blanket she had the entire time in her bag. Your scraped knees take note of the hidden blanket but you allow her to lead you back to camp without bringing it up.

Your legs are sore and ache as she lowers you to your bedroll. Her hands wrap around your thighs and she lowers herself to kiss between your legs looping her tongue around your clit and tasting the rawness of her deed before.

“It seems I was too rough with you. Let me show you that I can be gentle as well.” Her lips are soft against your skin as you weave your fingers into the silky hair of her head guiding her gently for your enjoyment. A moan settles on your tongue and mouth but words do find the surface.

“Veluthe(*beautiful), I did not think you would take me in such a way, being that you are a Harper. My apologies, it seems I have been proved wrong.”

She shrugged and lapped gently at you in a teasing way before responding

“Or not. I did not claim you as a Harper. All of this, is me. I claimed you only for myself, I showed you who I am truly. Today in the forest - it was only Jaheira and Thalwyn, no titles, no past lovers.”

[houseofoddballs]

You know... I don't think that any piece of literature or any video or game will ever be able to encapsulate the true horror of utter darkness. Being surrounded by nothing but blackness and a little illuminated screen that's the only thing you can see in a room right after the light turns off and you become far too aware of how big and open the space is.

You know what's in there, you were just looking at it.

And there are two types of tricks that your eyes play, in my experience. There are the little sprites that dance at the corners of your vision, little phaux spots of illumination as if through a crack somewhere. But when you look they're gone.

Those are the good ones. Just vestiges of false hope at regaining a sliver of sanity. The other ones are the ones that really scare me.

The shadows. The room is already so dark that you can't see anything at all, but then they take form. Seeping from the darkness in pools of something that can only be described as a void of all light and hope. Despair in a shape hopefully conjured by your own mind. A lot of the time, I see them as corpses, suspended in silhouettes of gruesome scenes, just sitting there. And you would think that just sitting there would make them easy to ignore, but they're not. Because when you look away and look back, they're still the same shape. But if you go back another night, they'll be gone.

But, occasionally, one of these voids could attach itself to you. I first saw mine when I was really young, maybe 7. Before the concept of death even invaded my small mind. My mother tucked me in all nice and snug, she even tucked the covers nice and tight around me because I loved that as a child. And then she turned the lights off.

It was just darkness for a moment as I lay there in my bed, enjoying the compression of the covers tucked around me. Then he came, materialized from the darkness of the very room that I felt safest in. It was a man, hanging by the neck from my ceiling, dangling right above me, so close that I remember pressing myself into the bed so his shoes wouldn't touch me.

I remember staring up at him with wide eyes, hoping that if I opened my eyes wider, then I would be able to see better in the darkness quicker. It didn't help. I remember his head being at such an awkward angle, one that couldn't be normal, now I know that his neck was probably snapped, and he was just swinging gently above me for what felt like forever. And because the covers had been tucked so tight, I couldn't move. If I tried to roll over to free myself, I would have hit his feet and he might have noticed me. That's at least what I told myself.

After that, I kept sleeping with a night light, or at least with the blinds open. I never subjected myself to pitch blackness alone again. And, eventually, I forgot.

I don't know how I know it's the same one when they alwaystake different horrifying shapes. Maybe because he's the one to always get closest to me. Maybe I can just feel it. But I know it's always him. Sometimes, there are others, but he's always there.

I'm all the way in college now, and it felt pretty silly to still be afraid of the dark at my age. Besides, I didn't know how to explain needing a night light to my roommate, especially since I couldn't remember why I really needed it anyway.

I ended up remembering really quick.

It's utterly horrifying, you know? To lay ramrod straight on an all too firm mattress in pitch blackness, trying desperately to see the rest of the room so you can stop seeing the embodiment of insanity peeking it's inky head up from the foot of your bed and slowly crawling over your body, making it's way up to your head. You can't feel anything, so you know it's just your mind playing tricks on you. But that doesn't make it any less terrifying when you're still laying there with your eyes as wide as they will possibly go so you can just TRY to convince yourself that this THING this horrifying giant embodiment of darkness and atrophy perched on your chest isn't really and it's all your imagination!

And yet, it's morning when you come to. Does that sum up how my first night of college went for you? I've done the searching, and they aren't sleep paralysis demons. I have every opportunity to move, I've wiggled my fingers and moved my feet before. They aren't tricks of the light either. It's not just a pile of laundry. Because I've seen them manifest in front of blank walls and other shapes alike. The room is always so dark that those two types of shadows are the only things I can see.

And I know by now you probably think this is a poorly written work of fantasy or fiction, but it's not. I need to know if I'm the only one to see these things that have been driving me mad. I need to know if I'm the only adult who still has to clench my eyes shut when the lights go out just so they don't torment me. This is real for me, even if it isn't for you, and I need to know. Please.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving!

[never-not-ever]

Discharge

I kept tossing and turning this morning, constantly checking the time. At 8 I finally got up, got ready and dressed.

I got my vitals one last time, chatted with my favorite counselor who pointed out that we never had a check in this time around. But she she was running the games group at 10 and I went to that and played the "banker" for Ticket to Ride and met two other patients who seemed nice. My two friends also played and it was nice playing one last time.

I had the same nurse as yesterday and she did my discharge again. She's honestly the sweetest and always smiling. There was this old Irish guy who was a patient a couple times during my last admission and he used to call her Smiley. She's just so cheerful and nice. She helped me down to the car when my Nana came around 11. I had way too many bags!

The other night I was sitting in bed staring at my closet/shelves and stared typing up a post cause I needed a distraction. I was listing all the articles of clothing I brought and if I even ended up wearing them or not. In the end it got me thinking of a silly little Tik Tok idea of ranking things I packed and if I'd bring it again or not. So I might do that as an unpacking video later if I start getting anxious and need a distaction.

My last meeting with my team went good and I feel relieved with my aftercare safety plan in case things don't go well. But my only worry is my own judgement and fear towards myself. My doctor brought up the old medication I had saved up and I said how everyone is making a big deal out of this, like I can just go buy over the counter stuff. She said yes I could, but that we have a plan and she made me say that I agree to the plan of coming back before acting on anything. In the end I agreed to the safety plan.

It took forever for my meds to get sorted out at the pharmacy nearby. I didn't want to do the CVS in my town cause that one is notorious for taking so long.

So I went to Mary Lou's and got a large iced cinnamon hazelnut fluff with real cinnamon and mocha and it was delicious!

Then I stopped at Dunkin for my Nana cause she likes their coffee better and we went to Trader Joe's after. I got some butternut squash and feta pastry bites to bring to my cousins tomorrow. And I also got two new things to try- some Jingle Jangle thing and rice star bites...

After I went to Star Market to check on my meds but they still weren't ready but that was fine cause I needed to get a few things that TJ's didn't have.

All day I've just felt like I was in a fog. My Nana was rattling off telling endless stories and I tried to say a few words here and there but I just couldn't focus. I took a prn a few hours before I left the hospital and it helped slow down the racing thoughts. I'm surprised and grateful the half dose of gabapentin was still helpful.

When I got home I had so many bags to bring in. Half from the hospital and half from the two stores. I had to put away all the cold and frozen stuff, give the boys their treats, fresh water and food.

I have my Nana all the old medication and threw my sheets in the washer cause they’re covered in cat hair..

Then I made some cheddar broccoli pasta, sat down and put on some Will & Grace and started typing up this update.

But I have so much I have to do. I’ll save that for another post.

I think I may move Will & Grace to my lap top and take a bath and warm up since it’s actually a bit chilly in my apartment. Maybe make some hot chocolate too…

[liltiger]

I have old fanfiction that I might go back to from time to time. Two of them are Crash Bandicoot and one Ed edd n eddy and they are terribly written with so many mistakes but I don't particularly want to go back and correct them and just continue them, but don't worry I will still focus on Will you be mine? and Secret Hearts. Huskerdust Forever! But I do hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Uka uka threatened Dr Neo Cortex that if he doesn't create a successful plan for world domination then he will destroy something precious to him. Neo can only turn to his arch enemy for his help. Will enemies turn into friends? Will they stop Uka uka and what secrets will it reveal? Set after Crash Twinsanity.

Rating: M

Characters: Coco Bandicoot, Nina Cortex, Neo Cortex, Nefarious Tropy, Crash Bandicoot, Crunch Bandicoot, Aku Aku, Uka Uka, N. Gin, OC - Character, Tiny Tiger, Dingodile, Pinstripe Potoroo, Tawna (Crash Bandicoot 1)

500 word sample of chapter 24!

Everyone sits around in silence as they feel the tension from what happened. Nina’s meltdown, Crash’s anger and him slap Nina’s face and sit with Coco’s body who’s being possessed by Cortex’s wife that everyone’s still weary of. The silence is deafening when the Potoroo tries to break the ice.

“So…what’s the boss like in bed?” he asked Nadia when Tawna smack the back of his head,

“You idiot.” she muttered,

“Now’s not the time.” Pinstripe rubs the part where she smacked, giving her a side eye.

“What? We were all surprised that he had a wife, so he must be good in bed, right?” everyone apart from Nadia shudders when someone throws a place of food at Pinstripe’s face, covered in meat, mashed potatoes and gravy. They turn to see Crash with his arm outstretched to show he has been the one to throw the food, still having the angry look on his face. Pinstripe won’t have it,

“Oh you want a food fight, Bandicoot? Then a food fight’s what you’re going to get!” He was about to throw his food when he’s being tackled by Dingodile, holding his arms to make him set the food down. 

“Hey! No one wastes food on my watch!” Pinstripe tries to get his arms free but Dingodile is stronger. Crash roughly pushes his chair back and leaves the kitchen.

“Brother, come back here! You haven’t eaten!” Crunch shouts after him but only receives an angry door slam. 

“Christ, I never seen him act like this.” Crunch said with a sigh, followed by Aku aku. 

“We can’t continue if we all act like this.” Nadia turns to him,

“I feel like I’m the one who caused this tension.” she said while Tawna scoffed,

“Ugh, you think?” Nadia side eyes her,

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked when Tawna gave her an angry look.

“Look I get it, you want to be back with your family but you possessed someone who I considered my little sister, having everyone go through this life threatening journey that got your daughter injured, the same daughter that’s having a meltdown and everyone’s changing, heck Crash’s not smiling anymore because of this and you expect us to trust you? When we don’t know shit about you!” Tawna shouts which Nadia can’t do anything but sigh,

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt anyone, especially my children.” Tawna scoffs,

“Well if that’s how you treat your children, I hate to see how you treat everyone else.” she looks away, crossing her arms, not seeing the hurt look on Nadia’s face. She gets up and grab a plate,

“I’m suddenly not hungry, I’ll see if Nina is.” Nadia said to Aku aku when Tawna shouts at her,

“Oh no you don’t! I think you’ve done enough damage. What you’re going to do is sit here and stay.” Tawna said with a sharp tone, they have a staring contest but Nadia feels too tired to continue this fight and do as she said and sit back down.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Literally don't worry about rambling in reblogs from me, I do it to you all the time. But, muahaha, what I'm really here for... is Fulfilling your Request!

🎞️, 🎃, 🧦, 🌄, 🧸, 🌙

For Finn please! And!

🔥,🪐,🌄,🍄‍🟫

For Axelrod!

(@markbeakskisser)

WAUGH,.UAHSHA THANK YOU!! sometimes I get carried away with it but it's just too much fun!!

AND ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! ONE THOUSAND THANK YOUS...!!!! I don't know why ask games just do something for me but oh man. And I just bursted over this one. Your endeavors shall never be forgotten. This is worthy enough of going down in history.

I got so carried away with writing for this,, but thank you aaa!!! Putting this under a read more cause I let myself ramble like crazy heheh

For Finn:

🎞️: If you have movie nights, what kind of films do you enjoy watching with your f/o?

I am so selective about what media I watch especially cause I can be very sensitive to new stuff and get uncomfortable easily from it, so a lot of this is me subjecting Finn to like the same two or three movies that are like stuff that is marked E for Everyone. Though, depends how much you'd like to stretch the definition of movie, cause I've absolutely sat down with him and gotten all cozy together and like watched 1-2+ hour long videos or streams with him(if it's long enough of a stream we don't watch it in one sitting).

Finn is absolutely all over like very romantic sappy sorts of movies, ones that might get a bit emotional or labeled as cheesy. Though I try to make up for not being able to watch those with him by dousing him in affection while we watch whatever we do end up watching🥰

Though I absolutely wouldn't be surprised to every so often catch him watching some sort of suspenseful intricate thriller of some sorts.

🎃: How would carving pumpkins with your f/o go? What do you think theirs would look like?

It would be a mess(literally). I would get myself menacingly covered in pumpkin guts while cleaning it out and Finn would probably have to take the overcoat of his suit off and roll up his sleeves so he didn't get his suit messy and we'd both questionabley stare at eachother. I have had soooo many pumpkin ideas that I've wanted to do over the years but never wrote them down anywhere so when it does roll around I can't remember!

I'd probably do something simple and sweet though like a silly face with swirly eyes or a little cat face.. maybe do a reference to a show I like or such. I think Finn would do a classical spooky jack-o-lantern face, but it'd be carved a little toooo well...

Doing pumpkins together is such a cute sweet thought though and it will now be occupying my mind for the next forever.

🧦: Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other when cuddling?

This is the question where he points at me and I point at myself because we both know very well who the culprit here is. In MY defense, I've started occasionally giving him a ten second warning for when I'm about to do it, he could fend me off if he'd like. Hands belong on tummy!! At first it was just that but now I've gotten more devious about it and any spots like his neck or back aren't safe from my cold hands. And my hands can get cold often! And sweaty.

🌄: If you were picking out each other’s outfits for the day, what would your f/o pick for you, and what would you pick for them?

This would be relentless because he would probably yell me that it doesn't matter what I wear and it's not important, that maybe I should just stay in for the day, and I would not be spared from any and all praising from him. He'd probably use the opportunity to make me wear something really comfortable or cozy especially if it was during one of the colder seasons, cause then he can have me wear something soft and fluffy. I'd be like a little lamb or something! Sweaters and soft pajama pants, things like that. I'd probably be trapped in his arms for the rest of the day! Not that I'd mind at all hehe.

I almost don't know what I'd make him wear, too much power for me to hold!! But that man belongs in a sweater and sweater-vest combo, and yall can fight me on it. And then he'd inevitably be glued to me cause he's wearing something so soft and cozy and I wouldn't be able to let go of him augh!!

🧸: When one of you is feeling down, how does your f/o cheer you up, and how do you cheer them up?

It depends what kind of "down" feeling we're talkin about here! I'm just gonna go with it being just being sad or upset over something, and in that case it's moreso a matter of time for me till I get over it, but Finn absolutely helps try and ease me until I'm all better again. He'll bring me food or a drink that I like or if there's a particular one I want, and it typically ends with me being swaddled in blankets and I'm not allowed to leave the bed and I'm watching some lighthearted or relaxing or funny thing that I enjoy. After I finally manage to convince him that there's nothing else I need and that he doesn't have to fetch anything else for me, he'll come and join me and bundle me up in his arms.

It's not often that Finn gets awfully upset or distraught, or even really upset in general, so when I do notice he seems a bit off or down it's definitely a cause of concern for me. Normally letting him air out whatever is troubling him and talking it through with him helps a lot, but if there's nothing that we can actively do about it to fix or ease it, I simply just cradle him in my arms, rubbing his back or petting him hair, saying anything that I think might soothe him. Bonus points if I get him to fall asleep in my arms.

🌙: Do you remember your first Halloween with your f/o? What was it like and what did you do?

Truthfully, and slightly unfortunately, we didn't do very much on my first Halloween with him, cause I was feeling not very well at all at the time, and it had been badly interfering with me celebrating Halloween(which is unfortunate cause it's one of, if not, my favorite holiday), so we settled on just simply treating it like any other day, even if it still left me a bit gloomy. Course, Finn is a smart man, and since it was moreso one particular thing I was avoiding during Halloween, he decided to just navigate around that and still got some small treats for us to share like Halloween themed sweets and treats, or some pumpkin flavored things.

It nearly leaves me a little extra excited for this Halloween, simply because it'll almost be our 'first' Halloween, cause(knock on wood) we'll actually get to spend it in a bit more of a Halloween-y manner! Which, mostly just means decorating, probably pumpkins, and I get an excuse to dress up as a vampire again. Classical Halloween costume, never done me wrong, and I get to be all mysterious and secretive, and have a big cloak typically, it's perfect for me! No clue what Finn would be or if he'd even dress up, I had actually done some conspiring with Leland(a shared friend between us) about what it may be. Though now I'm thinking maybe there's an opportunity for vampire couple🥰 Normally couple costumes almost feell...boring? To me? But getting to be vampires together sounds silly and fun! Oh man, maybe I just gave myself an art idea....

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For Axlerod:

🔥: Who gets colder easier? And who warms them up?

This is a very good question... cause neither of us are particularly portable heaters or anything, it's like we're both on the colder side and were destined to just have to share eachothers body heat to stay warm! I think he might be a bit warmer though simply just cause he has a big overcoat he wears everywhere and that helps a lot. I love it, it's so thick and heavy I kid you not it's like a weighted blanket!! Course, I've never really heard him audibly complain about being cold unless it's like SUPERR cold outside and like snowing or heavily snowing and stuff. But then again, he's rather reserved about some of his thoughts or feelings when it comes to picking one-or-the-other sorts of things, leading a lot of things to be up to me. Sometimes I swear he's bluffing with that though..

🪐: What small quirks does your f/o have that you love, and what quirks do you have that your f/o loves?

Whenever he's trying to make a statement, whether playfully or not, he does this thing where he'll lightly hit the side of his fist against the table once or twice. I don't know why but it makes me giggle whenever he does it! I've also catch him humming to himself quite often and he always gets a bit embarrassed about it, even if I like it. And it's impossible to bake anything with him without having him want to lick the whisk/spoon of the batter. He says the batter tastes better than the actual cake/brownies. I think he's a goober. But, I have had my moment of almost ruining a batch of oatmeal cookies cause I wanted to eat all of the batter, so, I can't entirely tease him about it.

I have this think where whenever I get something new, I have to check it over with all my senses(I would say "my five senses" but I'm not licking things that aren't meant to be licked!😖), and we've dubbed a few different terms and titles for it, but the biggest one is just me having to sniff/smell everything new I get. Food, plushie, pencil, book, flowers, clothes, toys, the inside of packages if they come in bags, so on and so forth! It amuses the daylights out of him and sometimes he'll just hand me things and prompt me with "sniff check." And I have to give my reports on it. I'd be concerned if something DIDNT pass the test, as it's almost more of just a way of me exploring the item in like a primitive way or something. I blame me not being neurotypical for it.

🌄: If you were picking out each other’s outfits for the day, what would your f/o pick for you, and what would you pick for them?

I think he'd make me wear that bee sweater he got for Halloween just because he knows how much I enjoy it. I can be very shy and limited in what i wear cause I fuss so much about how others will see me and for some reason part of my brain argues that there's no need to dress up unless I'm going out somewhere, which is nonsense, so I definitely think he'd use it as an excuse to have me wear something that he already knows I'd want to wear or would enjoy wearing and I just haven't had the nerve to chalk myself up to wearing it.

Okay, I actually had to do a little bit of thinking, but then it absolutely hit me, and I would love to see him in one of those V-neck cardigans with like one of those white undershirts on. I mean, the undershirt color doesn't matter so much, but it's like always a white button-up for some reason! I have a button collection of random buttons(I don't think any of them match), but I'd love to perhaps knit him one sometime and put the buttons on it, especially because most, if not all cardigans seem to have that very knitted look to them, and I think it just adds to the coziness of it! Or maybe I'd buy some like little star shaped buttons for the occasion....

🍄‍🟫: free gush pass to share anything you want!

Ough, oh me oh my, a gush pass! And so funnily enough I had just mentioned a little while ago on a gush pass post that I saw going around how much I love gush pass sorts of things cause I sometimes have trouble gushing unless I'm prompted to do so due to...reasons that would perhaps be a little closer to venting territory. But anyway! Oh, I nearly don't even know what to gush about over him, everything, perhaps??? I kid you not I can't look at the color olive or like any shade of it, or those flat caps, I can't see anyone else in them! I catch anyone wearing those whether real or not, my brain is just immediately thinking about him and it does not stop till it's out of my sight. I know this is like perhaps an obligatory statement, but he's really gotten me through some things. And sometimes I feel completely confident in myself, like not even an ounce of shyness in how I look and how my body is because I just sometimes get such a secure feeling that he loves every last bit of me, that truly he wouldn't want anything else. I think about him so much, so many things remind me of him and I get kinda emotional thinking about it if I'm honest! He's such a nice breath of fresh air. A rock to lean on, if you will. I love how much we'ved helped each other in so many ways. I feel like he actually loves me and my voice and who I am. I honestly don't think anyone could change my mind on it. I don't feel like some dumb American around him with some unflattering accent, I feel.. good. Like there's nothing wrong with that and that my accent is great. And it's fun giggling over how we pronounce certain things differently even with words we never expected. I spent so much time scrolling through like ASDA websites and watching people do grocery hauls from those stores on YouTube cause I like to really think about the differences in those stores, in what gets sold and different products, I just can't get enough of it. I watch videos of people doing those hour+ long videos of just silently walking or driving around different parts of the UK, I'm geniunely intrigued in that place at this point, wanting to learn about it's history and everything. I mean, Finn has also contributed to this as well because he is also from the UK but I'm keeping this Axlerod centered. He does this speech in the second movie that when I was going through a really rough time, nearly each day or every other day when I got home I would watch it, I'd turn on the movie sometimes just for that part, and I would cry so much to it cause it was just so comforting. He uses a voice changer during it to disguise himself a bit and I so wish I could hear it in his actual voice(someone actually uploaded a YouTube video of repitching certain parts so it is in his normal voice, and I love that more than I can explain), and it's just. He means so much to me. His wiki fandom page is so like.. horribly wrong and written I get nervous that people will look him up and see that and think it's true, which I have seen many wiki fandom pages be flat out wrong, but he has my whole heart. I associate so many silly things with him like sheep and bees and I love our inside jokes and I've written so many poems about him and.. one of the cars I want and kinda dream of having is a jeep wrangler. He's a land rover defender. We are literally practically the US and UK counterparts of eachother.