#mmmm i said more then i meant to lmao

[dognonsense]

Okay, cool! Thank you for responding! I'm excited to make some patches and put them on my pantaloons!! Please have an amazing day or night!!:)

hell yeah have fun! And make sure to leave space on the edges of ur patches so you can hem them.

Imagine like a One cm thick border around the edge of the patch and keep it blank there. Then when sewing, so you can fold the edge under your patch. This prevents the edges of the fabric from fraying and falling apart.

Another hack is instead of sewing thread try use other things then thread to sew. For example a lot of people use dental floss for its sturdiness, and for the fact you can melt it to help tie it in place.

I personally use embroidery floss for fun colours and for its thick lines. Floss is made of like 9 threads all together instead of one so is stronger too. I enjoy the more cartoony bold look of it compared to thread.

my pink patch pants were mainly done in thread and she has broken stitches everywhere while my embroidery floss has never failed me yet.

Good luck with your pants and have fun! Safety pins are your friend, try safety pin a patch and then wear the pants to see if it looks good while being worn as well. oh and make sure to put something inside the leg of the pants so you dont sew through to the otherside. Sometimes i just sew the patch onto the pants while wearing them if im having trouble getting it right.

#mmmm i said more then i meant to lmao #BACK TO RUPAULS drag race #im on season 12 #also send more asks if u need advice #also everyone feel free to send asks im bored #diy #patches #punk #diy patches #patch pants #crust punk #crust pants #diy punk

[turrondeluxe]

Hey ik on that "equally distribute the horrors" post, a lot of people were talking about Mikey needing horrors (tbh he deserves some, they all need equal rights to the horrors.), but I've never seen anyone even talk about the horrors for Raph? Maybe that's just me and my web experience tho. (If you have any examples of Raph dealing with the horrors pls list them, my cousin ((who also says Mikey needs more horrors, at least)) and I are desperate)

ah that's probably because i specified mikey in the tags because im a mikey enjoyer who is followed principally by more mikey enjoyers teeheee

but huh

i guess i understand what you mean

in terms of Raph Horrors™ we have

mmmm i unfortunately won't include every single horror from every single tmnt iteration out there. there's too many for me to remember all the specific raph horrors from each of them rn so i'll just list some random ones off the top of my head 😺

Feel free to add more to the raph horrors list! lol

Mirage

- Raphael gets progressively demutated and basically reverts to a normal turtle for a while

(the panels of when this was happening were actually very emotive and made me cry) he does say this when he's back to normal which i find very funny tho

90's movies

- Raph gets beaten the fuck up and then gets thrown trough a skylight. He's then placed in a bath tub while he heals (Leo is the one who never leaves his side on this iteration)

2003

- Nearly injures Mikey greatly with a metal tube because of anger (He feels really bad about this and i def think this moment never truly left his brain ever)

- Getting kidnapped by footbots, getting interrogated by Hun

- All the fights with shredder or karai/all the injuries gotten in all the fights with shredder or karai

- Same As It Never Was Raph

- Watching his injured older brother get thrown to a window and watch said older brother heal from his wounds

- Seeing himself as the shredder/ thinking himself as the shredder

- Got his home raided countless times

- Getting separated from his younger brothers + dad in one of said times and waiting alone in the surface without knowing if his family even made it out alive

- Witnessed dad get disintegrated

- Brainwashed (actually getting infected with a digital virus but eh). Him and his brothers are foot ninjas for an unspecified amount of time (maybe days). During this, shredder sends the brothers to the most mortal/difficult missions in hopes that they die under his command.

- Getting thrown into the future (Raph is the one brother who hates this event the most lmao)

2007

- Witnesses older brother get kidnapped and blames himself for it

2011 IDW

- Raph gets separated from his family before mutating. Spends years homeless and by himself before his brothers find him again (this forever makes raph feel that even if he's with his family. he somehow doesn't belong)

- Right after getting mutated he spent some time being cared by Buck (blind homeless guy that is the first person ever/parent figure that's nice to Raph). Watches Buck get beaten to death. (Possibly. Buck did survive but i can't remember if he did die because of his injuries. still. traumatizing to raph that was still fairly new to the world)

- Forced to be family warrior/protector (he doesn't want this, he just wants to be a farmer man 😔👊)

- Witnessed shredder stab Casey (Raph's bestie/first ever friend that he relates to)

- Had to fight against brainwashed brother (Foot Leo)

- Witnessed Donnie's corpse (would def fuck u up if you feel like the protection of your family is your responsibility)

- Gets kidnapped and experimented with/tortured

- Dad dies, rip 🕊️

2012

- Losing Spike (he literally stayed 15 years underground with only his family for company. spike meant so much to him)

- Watching mikey get hurt because of his bad leadership literally made him freeze up and not know what to do at all

- The whole scene of splinter letting his brothers insult him. what the hell 💀

- Fighting his (brainwashed/hypnotized?) dad

- Cockroach mutant

- THE FUCKED UP SQUIRRELS

- Watching his older brother get thrown trough a window (the sequel). And watching said older brother be extremely injured.

- Leo 3 month coma

- GETTING TURNED INTO A PLANT?

- Brainwashed via worm that ate all the way through his skull and into his brain

- Dad dies, rip 🕊️ the sequel (this happens quite a bit in the series) and hil being in the front row of how splinter gets mortally wounded and then thrown off the roof

- Fighting his family while brainwashed

- kidnapped and being put into an oven to die (and would have died if leo didn't go ham and destroyed his enclosure)

- Witnessed someone kill himself while he was actively trying to prevent it

- Witnessing the death of both two little brothers

- Witnessing older brother nearly die. Again (Again. this happens quite a bit in the series)

- the whole mutant bomb apocalypse holy shit

theres def more that im forgetting mb

Bayverse

- Home gets raided, the sequel

- All brothers get kidnapped except for him

- BROKEN SHELL BECAUSE OF SHREDDER AND HE JUST KEEPS GOING???? please..............take one second to rest THATS YOUR SPINE

Rise

- Eldest sister syndrome

- The fucking bunny plushie that I've forgotten the name of (his siblings were so mean for no reason at all that ep 😭)

- Rise shredder

- Having to forcefully remove his family from deathly situation even if it meant leaving a beloved family member behind (he prob blames himself about karai ....augh)

- Kidnapped/taken hostage (?)

- Kraang Brainwashed

- Having to fight younger brother while brainwashed

- Apocalyptic Kraang Future

The last ronin

- Died for literally no reason at all . fly high king 🕊️

Mutant mayhem

- Getting kidnapped (quite violently too)

- Milking Machine

- Getting shell cracked from being squished too hard

#and thats all i can think of abt raph rn #scratches head. yeah #ask

[kxmikomrade]

hellooo! Not many people ever write for the promised neverland fandom especially the manga so may I request a Oliver x reader (any gender)? Just general relationship headcanons please, if you could then maybe how he or the reader confessed. I hope that it's not too much 😅 Feel free to decline though and take care Kim! 😊💞

✧˖࿐ Oliver Relationship hcs

Order: Caffe Latte, Medium serving ham sandwich Genre: Fluff with a grain of angst Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: Anon! Warnings/Genre: !MAJOR-ish TPN MANGA SPOILERS! mentions of d3ath i think, probably some swearing and dats it just pure FLUFF Waiter's Notes: Hello traveler! ^^ please take care of yourself aswell, i hope this order will give you energy! Authors Notes: I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW DIS REQ, also I haven't designed my materlist/req page for TPN since I keep on forgetting. I haven't read the manga in like 11 months? so he might be ooc. And i think when u said 'demon world' u meant the human world, if not, i could start all over again, no problemo. BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY! :dd

•HE'S BF MATERIAL

•Husband material too 😳

•Ur hella lucky to have his heart wrapped around your fingers

•You guys had feelings for eachother for awhile now (years actually)

•So when you guys arrived and settled in the human world, he took up all his courage and confessed to you

•In front of everyone 💀

•Gillian was so happy that she was screaming, crying- actually no, SOBBING her eyes off and clapping LOUD simultaneously.

•And you were really embarrassed and happy that he liked you back

•Gillian lowkey planning ur wedding already

•IF SHE HASNT ALREADY WHEN SHE FOUND OUT U BOTH LIKE EACHOTHER THAT IS

•When u got together, u guys are so cute istg

•Lucas crying from heaven and Yuugo patting his back

•Literally what every couple dreams to be

•ZACK TEASES YOU TWO SO MUCH

•GILLIAN TOO

•AND SOMETIMES U THREE GANG UP ON OLIVER

•poor oliver

•Since your flirty, oliver's face is often the same color of his hair streak

•Though most of ur pickup lines r bad, it still makes him flustered

•''I thought happiness starts with an 'H'?'' ''?? it is?'' ''Then why does mine start with u?''

•THOUGHHHH, when he starts getting used to them, he MIGHT comeback at u

•''Are you a camera? bcs when i look at u, i smile'' ''Good, your smile makes the sun jobless''

•I think he needs to work on some of his comeback lines

•His hugs r so warm, he's a human heater but BRO. his hands r SO COLD

•Big spoon, but i feel like he would be more of a switch bcs he also likes being held

•plus points for u bcs u get to play with his fluffy hair

•head kisses bro.

•it doesnt matter if ur taller than him, ur getting head kisses no matter what

•Also, i feel like u guys would adopt a cat together

•and name it Luca bcs :')

•SPEAKING OF LUCAS- hes so proud of u guys that he cries bcs of it also yuugo but hes too shy to admit it

•U guys visit their graves (made in the human world) every week or two and u have a moment of silence

•just talking to them in your minds bcs u know they can hear u

•its a comforting silence between u both bcs u know Olivers there and Oliver knows youre here

•OKAY ENOUGH OF THE SAD STUFF

•U call him so many nicknames but mostly alongside 'Ollie'

•He's basic and just sticks to ones like 'Love', 'Sweetheart', 'babe'

•bro im 100% sure his food is MMMM

•Like Gillian's jelly bcs u get to eat Ollie's food everyday

•He's the ultimate malewife but he can also be ur husband 😉

•wedding? yes.

(457)

THATS IT LMAO RAN OUT OF IDEAS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#[🗒️✏️]orderserved! #TPN x reader #the promised neverland #the promised neverland x reader #oliver x reader #tpn oliver x reader #tpn oliver

[aquaquadrant]

Act two, oh boy. Ughhguhegjeb ok good to go.

VOLUNTARY DECAPITATION???? AQUA??? WHAT IN THE RED KING IS THIS??????

Tango, the jig is up, everyone knows everything is NOT FINE dude

And here we go again, I am the Watchers' number one hater fr

Ooooooo, Helsknight mention, realization, yess

Grian's "that makes so much sense" is so funny for some reason

REN TOO LMAO. It was just another Tuesday on Hermitcraft.

Mmmm, explanation, tasty.

I wanna know more about Hels not having an admin, UGHG.

NOOOOO, NOT THE DREADED BLAZE FARM

Maybe if I turn off my computer rn, I can live in ignorant bliss.

Nope, continuing.

Reminder that the Watchers literally watch hels too, and probably knew about Tango, like at least one did. Ugh.

This whole conversation is just, ugh, like, everyone is just horrified. I mean, it's really putting into hindsight just how HORRIBLE it was, like omfg.

This explanation of how the farm works, UGH, Tango being so chill about it, UGGHH

When I first read the accident line of Etho's, I thought he meant the portal switching them was the accident, and not that Tango didn't mean for it to happen lol

Seriously Watchers are on my LAST NERVE

Tango talks so casually, omfg.

IMPUUULLLLSSSEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO, MY HEART

Hm, how did you not see that coming Grian? Lol

Ty so much for having all the DL people be on Tango's side, literally couldn't handle this otherwise. Cleo's statement about how could they not tell Tango was dealing with this? Mwah

OOOOOOO, Grian askin' about Hels..

???????? Was that???? Grian's voice/thoughts??? In Jimmy's head???? Hm??????

AHA IT WAS, WATCHER GRIAN

Oh, is this were the decapitation comes in?

I'm still so worried about Tango going back to Hels. Please, so scared.

Oop, Jimmy speaking back to the Watchers omfg, love it.

Tango trying to justify why he should be a damn farm, uggghhh. This is literally just him coping and stemming from trauma, and it's not even hurtful seeing as death has no consequence.

Sometimes the Watchers can be funny, as a treat, they still need to stfu.

NOT THE L WORD (love)

YEAH, JIMMY IS GROWIN A BACKBONE, GOD DAMN

AND HE SILENCED THEM, LETS GOOOOOOO

OOP "I don’t care if some random guy thinks you’re just the manifestation of all his evil- frankly, I think that says more about him than it does about you.” YEAAAAHHHHHHHH, GAG BRAVO WHEN HE CAN'T DEFEND HIMSELF (he couldn't even if he wanted to)

The l word :) (love <3)

Fade to black and back to the ranch afterwards

"My gloves" awwwwwww, they're Jimmy's gloves now ugghhfew

The DL ppl coming to help ugh, love DL

And Etho takes the comm to explain! Huh, why am I getting deja vu back to a certain Hels player hm

Petition for a oneshot where the DLers explain what happened after this is all over to X, I think that would be great.

Etho a portal expert, do you get deja vu?

LMAO, Patho said he'd need Tango's comm to confirm his theory, and now Etho says he'd need Bravo's comm to confirm his theory, my my how the turn tables have turned. Just sit these two in a room already damnit.

Atlas fr need to move on god damnit. All these issues is because of Atlas, god damn it.

MY MY, HOW THE TURN TABLES HAVE TURNED, USING TANGO'S DATA TO GET TO BRAVO?? OHO

Uhoh, I thought we could be happy and not mention the feather farm again :(

RESCUE MISSION ARC!!!!

Not the Watchers again 😭 I'll give em a pass, cause they're all moods.

I do wonder how everyone else outside of DL is handling all of them being on lock down. Can they still message, or is everyone just cut off from contacting them? How's X, an admin of a sanctuary world, reacting to this fiasco? How's fWhip, the admin of Empires, doing with a good chunk of his friends stuck in one server with minimal to no context?

Mmmm, please have the decapitation work, pleeaasssee

AQUUUUAAAAAA-

Jimmy talking back to the Watchers is my favorite Jimmy <3

Ha, take that Atlas, THE DLERS DID THE PORTAL SO FRICKIN QUICK AHA

I was so worried Tango was just gonna BOOKIT through that port 😭

??????? NO?????? NO???????? NO??????????

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“What are you doing here?!” TANGO YOU CAN'T BE ASKIN THAT WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WENT THROUGH THE DAMN PORTAL

UGGHHHHH IM TERRIFIED FOR THE REALIZATION OF "Tango joined the game" DON'T DO THAT TO ME, UGGGHHHHHHHH

It's done, it was a roller-coaster, htp can't hurt me (for a while)

Tysm for this incredible fic <3

-🍌

ROUND TWO HERE WE GO 🏃‍♂️

‘voluntary decapitation’ got a LOT of reactions hagsjdha i didn’t know how else to put it…

one thing about tango is that he is gonna try and insist he’s fine TIL THE BITTER END like asking for help is always the very last resort for him in all facets of life. we stan an emotionally walled-up king.

obligatory ‘the watchers suck’ blanket statement 🫡

i’ve talked abt helsknight before but it was SUCH a handy way to quickly get into the explanation, like that’s the whole reason tango ever even realized he was a doppelgänger. and ofc the other hermits who were there are like ‘OH HEY YEAH wtf was up with that…’ they’re so used to having weird shit happen and then just moving on LOL

“I wanna know more about Hels not having an admin” :3

of COURSE tango had to tell them all about the horrible blaze farm while acting like he’s completely unaffected. no way was i gonna leave out any of those tasty details.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: IMPULSE WAS THE MVP 💪 💪💪 even if he accidentally spooked tango in this case, it’s good to know he would go FERAL to protect his friends.

the rest of the DL gang are p great too, NO WAY they’d buy all the ‘doppelgängers are evil’ bullshit 😤 and i really don’t like mischaracterizing someone just for the sake of added drama/having an antagonist. i can just MAKE a new guy for that (hence bravo and atlas HAH)

WATCHER (kinda) GRIAN MAKES AN APPEARANCE FINALLY 💃 usually he’s more careful about not using his abilities near a listener but the situation had him frazzled.

listen. the scene where jimmy finally confronts tango about the destructive nature of his self-hatred is my FAVE. sometimes love means just being there for someone and supporting them, but other times it means laying down some hard truths. it’s the culmination of jimmy’s arc and i’m SO glad you enjoyed it.

it takes a server to rebuild a ranch 💪

i am an ethogirl first and a person second so u KNO i had to have etho lay it out for us, at the same time allowing me to draw parallels between him and patho.

i’m def not qualified to discuss fwhip or empires in general (i’m a sham, i’ve never watched any of it) but x was for SURE freaking out. this is gonna make one hell of a story (hah) for the rest of the hermits when they get back.

CMONNN i couldn’t have the decapitation work, that’d be too easy ;0

i’m cryin at ur reaction going from “I was so worried Tango was gonna book it through the portal” to “NOOOOO???? NOOOOOOOO” like damn talk about foreshadowing 😂

GLAD U ENJOYED THE RIDE we’ve still got plenty of twists and turns to come 💃 thank u for being absolutely STELLAR w the feedback!!

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

[buysomecheese]

Holy Smokes by Anna Bates and Dungeons and Daddies but very loosely interpreted-

(underneath cut because it is Not organized but I don’t think I will organize it lmao so here it is)

“The night I smoked with Jesus, I saw heaven way up close I saw Grandma in her nighty, faded with the Holy Ghost I saw David and Goliath, and man were they both stoned I saw all of the apostles in a cloud of righteous smoke I said, "Hey, is this what you meant by saved? To get so high it's spiritual, you just kinda float away." I said, "Hey, will I see you when I die?" He said, "If you keep on puffing then it all turns out alright."

I keep connecting this song to Nicky in different ways- either it’s a Nark song and Nicky is Jesus, or it’s a song about Nicky/Nick’s relationship with Glenn and Glenn is Jesus

With the second interpretation (the one I’ve been Very into the past few days, I thought of it much more recently), each of the people mentioned are a character Nicky interacts with (grandma=Grant, Holy Ghost=TJ, David and Goliath=Lark and Sparrow, the apostles=the other dads) and like. Ugh just. I’ve never been high but Nick being introduced to weed by Glenn (ik he didn’t Encourage it but he was also very much supportive of it). And it becoming such a central part of his childhood and of him growing up. The last two lines of the chorus especially. Idk makes me Sad about Nick. This is also about Nick and not Nicky they are different people.

However the first verse could very much be about Nicholas after him and Nick start sharing their body all proper and he’s mmmm Nicholas is Trying to bond with Glenn and neither Glenn nor Nick know how to properly bond outside of like weed lowkey so. Nick is like “you could try and talk to him about weed” and Nicholas is like “I have asthma but ok ig” and then ugh

“He said, "Child come and try this," as he pointed right at me Handed me a joint, said, "This might help you believe." Oh, I thought that I knew Mary, the mother of the Babe But the Savior learned his lessons From wise old Mary Jane All those miracles he did, all those parables he told Were inspired by the ganja that he regularly rolled“

And so Nicholas is like “holy fuck (holy smokes hehe)” and they. They bond. It’s not a great bond and it’s very superficial and it feels Weird for both of them but boy are they trying. They are trying so hard for Nick’s sake and none of them know how to do this. Glenn and Jodie bond a bit about Drugs (because c’mon Zhao Dae Jodie. c’mon.) and then Glenn definitely lets some of that past slip through his lips while he’s high with Nicholas. Nicholas is like the whole “all those miracles he did and all those parables he told?” and Glenn is like “they were inspired by the ganja that he regularly rolled” AUGH. AND also the second verse-

“I heard Jesus on the corner, talking to some cops Only doobie lovin' Jesus gets the law enforcement crossed”

AND IT’S NICKY OBSERVING INTERACTIONS BETWEEN GLENN AND JODIE ugh FUCK these three (four?) MAKE ME FEEL SO MUCH

#anyways #half-baked ideas that I've been entertaining for a While now #I keep meaning to Elaborate and then forgetting lmao #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #glenn close dndads #nick close #nicky freeman #nicholas foster #jodie foster dndads #zhao dae dndads #holy smokes anna bates

[causticsunshine]

Heyy whatcha been getting into lately? Alternatively, what have you been enjoying being a hater of lately?

okay first hello i love how this question is phrased hajdks very on brand for me and two uhhh oh boy a lot of stuff tbh!

so to preface. over the years i’ve had many phases where i get out of some irl person based media (usually 1d or some random tv show) and back into animated series, then the inverse happens, the cycle repeats, etc.? so i’m currently back into animated stuff as well as fully leaning into kpop everywhere instead of what i was doing before, where i was trying to limit my posting in general or limiting it to twitter under the guise of trying to seem slightly Normal™️ but now i’m fully leaning into whatever makes me happy and inspired and if that makes me annoying so be it

anyway—in terms of animated shows i’ve been watching one piece for almost a year now as for some reason i couldn’t get into it when i was younger and then was deterred by the series length, but i’m really enjoying it! i’m about to start the long ring long island arc if that means anything to anyone lol. i’ve also been watching and loooving dungeon meshi, and i’m currently reading it as well! i tried reading it a few years ago and stopped a few chapters in (idr why) but now i’m hooked and am struggling to pace myself…. i might try and do some fanart soon 👀

with kpop mmmm i’ve actually been a casual fan since like 2010 (listened to some 2008-2009 but it was mostly early shinee and random kpop compilations on youtube lmao) but have gotten in and out of it several times? now though i’ve been pretty Involved consistently since 2019/2020, although the groups i follow the closest are ateez, oneus and nct (127)!

i saw oneus in seattle last month after missing them twice and had such a good time (i still haven’t finished sorting my pictures though and haven’t posted like. any oops) and i am tryyyying (like. praying on my hands and knees lighting candles talking to the moon levels level trying) to get my hands on VIP1 tickets for ateez in tacoma and tickets go live next week so wish me luck as i will definitely need it with how pricey it’s likely to be… but also i will proudly commit heinous deplorable acts for ateez barricade sooo either way i’m determined to get my way? aka: i want and need my own y/n moment ahfksksn

also to clarify i’m not a shipper or whatever when it comes to kpop! i may enjoy the odd fic or will cringe read things with my friends but it’s nothing like HL for me; it’s a very different dynamic overall and i don’t get those kinda vibes in a serious way from any groups i follow? although with ateez… i can kinda see why they attract some of those kinds of fans i’m ngl

and on the side, i’ve actually been working on original content again! the one group of ocs i tend to pick up and put down has been temporarily sidelined for a pair i dumped a few years back but am currently reworking and actually have a story for now! idk if i’ll do anything proper with said story as comics are exhausting so rn i’m mostly word-vomming into docs and trying to nail down my character designs. when i’ve got things worth sharing though i do plan to share here as well, if anyone would be interested 👉👈

alternately when it comes to my haterism… i still greatly dislike and am exhausted with miss swiftie for numerous reasons and my god my art twitter is swathed in h*zbin h*tel content?? like actually plagued?? otherwise though there are just things i wish i saw less because i’m simply just not interested right now (aka 1d stuff) or in general and don’t want to start disliking those things because i’m seeing them too much

ok def rambled more than i meant to oopsie doopsie but yeah uhh that’s kinda it! anon i hope you are well and enjoying yourself in whatever you are doing rn 💕 and feel free to share if you feel so inclined to!

#ooh been finally watching killing eve (like for real not just sitting in the room while it’s on) and i’m addicted #didn’t list it bc i’m just watching but god i need… i need developments… #haven’t written for a hot minute and honestly dk when i’ll have the desire insp too sorry :( #especially bc all the stuff i need to finish is for something i’m not much into these days i don’t want to force myself bc then the fics #will majorly suck and if you were waiting for an update you will wish you weren’t lmao #i will try though! i aim to finish one day soon!! #alex talks

[glitchdollmemoria]

big long diary esque ramble about jewish conversion below the cut bc mmmm the paragraphs

its sinking in that now that im finally settling into a synagogue i feel comfortable in, im gonna have a community i can celebrate the holidays with, and i can actually learn firsthand how to celebrate them... really fucking exciting

i dont know when ill be able to actually officially start the conversion process, both because im flat broke and idk how much everything would cost AND bc this synagogue is still looking for an official rabbi rather than guest speakers (transitional period since the last rabbi moved away), but in the meantime i feel like im very quickly being taken under the congregations collective wing yknow? so im excited to start celebrating jewish holidays with other people who know what theyre doing rather than having to cobble together what i can while i sit in my apartment lmao

overall im really really happy to finally be attending. its been way too long since ive been able to regularly attend a congregation. and this one is a conservative synagogue, and ive only ever attended reform synagogues before. the one i went to back in my old town was great, i adored the people there and the way we worshipped and everything was so comfortable, it was absolutely where i needed to be during that time. but based on my research and my experiences so far, im fairly confident conservative is the movement for me. this synagogue is definitely where im meant to be now, and my thoughts are basically... while my partner and i do have a plan on where we want to live someday, thats still years down the line most likely, bc im poor and hes in college, so im HOPING that this synagogue will be the one i attend throughout my conversion. i mean id be fine with starting here and having to transfer rabbis later but im mostly hoping ill be finished up before that time comes

theres something very familiar about this congregation. something in the grain of the wood, and in the worn out books of the library. its comfortable and welcoming and it tells me this is where im supposed to be, at least right now.

also - i keep thinking back to when i attended the reform synagogue in this city. the service itself was great, but i didnt really feel like i fit in with the others, especially the people my age. one of the other 20-somethings said that the people at the conservative synagogue were all "boomers" or smth who were unaccepting in some way or another, and idk if she had her own bad experience here which i really wouldnt want to brush off, but so far everyone has been very kind. i was immediately welcomed once i explained that im wanting to convert, multiple people went out of their way to help me and invite me to stay longer and attend more events. i was immediately regarded as a man, and maybe that was because i was wearing a suit and my voice is deep from hrt but it was still very reassuring either way - an older man told me very firmly to put on a kippah and while i joked with my friends that i felt like a kid being lightly chastised, it was still a really nice feeling to not only be seen as a man but to have someone insist on me following that custom.

and then afterward, over lunch, i was chatting with the other congregants and ended up talking about my partner, and referred to it with multiple pronoun sets and explained that it uses any pronouns. nobody was rude at all about that fact, and one man was clearly a little confused by me switching around words and pronouns but was very very obviously doing his best to be respectful and understand as best as he could. he said he was working on understanding these things better for his kids iirc.

overall i feel like this synagogue is a safe place for both myself AND my partner, should it ever visit and want to attend with me. yes, most of the people here are elderly, but everyone was friendly and so far people have been respectful when it comes to queerness and conversion. id say the worst thing i heard someone say was a small dig at reform judaism, but even then, another member was quick to shut him down.

it frustrates me a little to think that the people here might be getting labeled as intolerant in one way or another if thats not really the case, if its just because theyre older. again, i dont want to brush off any bad experiences someone else mightve had, but i also worry that there might be some preconceived notions at play here, yknow? but i guess in the end theres not much use dwelling on it. im just happy to feel at home in a congregation again, and to feel like im back on track making more progress toward my conversion. im glad to be meeting all these people and finding my place in a community instead of feeling so isolated so much of the time.

[minteyeddevil]

do you know that moment when you suddenly remember embarassing things you did? so when my brain did that, i accidentally make some random noises. and it makes me being made fun of. so could you make the demon bros+undateables reacts to FM!MC accidentally make random noises? like- "eep" "wtf" "oh sorry i just remember stupid things i did haha" "???" sorry if this is too much for you, and thank youu!

(Yo I do this a lot too lmao xD so I feel you anon, though lemme fight the people who make fun of you >:()

Lucifer:

The first time he heard MC make a random noise out of no where, he stopped and almost did a double take

She went 'ah fuck' once, stopped, turned on her heel for a moment, as if doing a weird 'robot' dance, went 'ah fuck!' a tad louder and ran the opposite direction of where Lucifer was standing

It didn't quite sound like proper words, though he made out what she was saying; it was more a mumble under her breath and to no one in particular except herself

He made an attempt to follow her to see what was wrong, and found her digging in her school bag in the main hall; he asked her what exactly she was doing

"Forgot to grab my charger for my phone, phone was dying, ha," she answered, making him raise an eyebrow at her earlier antics

Humans really were a peculiar species

Mammon:

He and MC were hanging together in the common area, he sitting on the floor while she was laying flat on the couch

They were both playing games on their D.D.D.s, when MC let out a loud "SCREEEE" sound, making him jump in his spot

"Wha!? What happened!?" Mammon hollered back, looking up at MC, confused by her strange noise

"Finally beat that stupid level! Here, look!" She held up her phone triumphantly, showing him the 'Win!' screen

He blinked a few times at the screen, than looked back at her for a second, "Uh, cool, congrats! Though, did ya need to sound like a dyin' animal just now?"

Leviathan:

If anyone understands making random ass noises all the time, it's going to be him

He and MC basically make up their own language of strange noises that they make at each other, especially when around his brothers

She'll go 'lel' and he'll go 'lawl' and just bust out laughing when his brothers just look at them like they are crazy

They especially will 'whoop' and holler with each other when playing games together, because how could gamers not communicate through weird sounds they make

They even text each other the sounds, and when doing so in the group chats just makes the chat explode with his brothers losing their minds lol

Satan:

MC walked up to Satan once, leaned over him while he was sitting and reading his book, and closed her mouth on his shoulder

She made a loud "NOM" noise when doing so, making him close his book and look directly at her

"Must you always make such strange noises when coming near me?" he asked, sighing when she simply answered with another 'nom' noise, and bit his shoulder again

She also enjoys walking up behind him and going "Nya~", making him freeze and turn on her like she just smacked him on the backside

She drives this poor demon crazy with her cat and 'nom' noises lol

Asmodeus:

He was caught off guard by MC making the loudest "Squee!" noise when they were out shopping together

She ran up to a particular plush set outside of a shop they were walking by, and wrapped it in a bear hug

She continued to coo and squeal at it, pressing it's nose to hers and being down right adorable he felt he would melt right in his spot

"Would you like me to buy that for you, my dear?" he offered, eliciting another high squeak from her

He finds her little noise to be complete adorable and does whatever he can to make her make them more for him

Beelzebub:

When they were sharing lunch together, MC made the randomest "Grrrrrawr!" noise when biting into her burger

Beel almost choked on his at the sound, looking at her both slightly confused but laughing at the sudden noise

"You okay MC? Did you bite yourself or something?" he asks, showing his genuine concern; but she simply laughs and shrugs, admitting she just likes making random noises like that

He tilts his head a bit in thought, than kind of shrugs and gives her a nod, before making a loud growling sound of his own when taking another bite of his burger

She bursts out laughing so hard she almost falls to the floor, his large hand coming up to keep her in her seat

Belphegor:

He decided that MC's room was going to be his nap spot for the day, so he waltzes right in, and lays out on her bed, while she does homework at her desk

He however, does not get much sleep, since MC is sitting there, making loud "Wah" noises repeatedly to herself

"Why are you making that sound?" he asks, not really hiding his annoyance in his voice as he pulls his pillow over his head

"Helps me 'wah' concentrate 'wah'," she replies, continuing to make said noise

After about an hour of enduring the noise making, he gives up and gets off her bed, thumps her across the head with his pillow, and storms out of her room lol

Diavolo:

Fascinated by the random sounds she makes, all of them

The first time he heard MC make a random noise, she was walking around with him and randomly went "Nyoom!" while running her hand along the banister of the stairway

Now he will mimic the sounds that she makes as well, and it drives both Lucifer and Barbatos absolutely bonkers when he does it

He even writes the noises out through text when messaging them, with the help of MC teaching him how to do so

Needless to say, MC is in a whole lot of trouble with Lucifer over this lol

Barbatos:

He found himself staring oddly at MC the first time she made a 'nom' sound when eating one of his baked goods

She constantly would go 'mmmm' as well, making him confused at whether she was enjoying the food or not

When she walked up to him and made the 'nom nom nom' sound at what he was preparing, he finally stopped her and asked her to explain the weird noises she was making

She apologized, explaining she liked making weird noises, and honestly the 'nom'ing noise was meant as a compliment; it meant she found everything he made really good!

Took him a while to believe her, but he would eventually come to smile whenever she would make that noise around him again

Simeon:

*confused angel noises*

He saw MC one day walking around at school, stop in her tracks, and back up, making a 'Beep beep beep' sound

She than happily walked on her way, seeming to hum to herself as she did so, leaving the angel rather confused in his spot

He wasn't sure if he should ask her what that was about, until he noticed that she would do it again quite often, and seem to laugh to herself when doing so

When he brought it up to her, she was incredibly embarrassed, unaware that he had seen her doing that; she explained it was just a fun noise she would do because she was bored, and it was entertaining

She almost died the one time she caught him copying her, making the 'beep beep beep' sound and walking backwards in the hallway; it was a good laugh between the two of them

Solomon:

Another one who seems to speak the random sounds language along with MC

They communicate through random 'pips' and 'plups' when in class together, giggling like idiots when other students look at them confused

MC will run up to him in the hallway randomly, blow him a raspberry, and run off while he just laughs his ass off at them

Of course, they do the same thing through text messages, especially if they are absolutely bored and want to just mess with each other

Sometimes they pull the brothers into it, Levi having a ball with them while the others just rage in the thread

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #headcanon #request #fem!mc

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,”  Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?”  “Something called Anal Punisher 3.”  “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate.  “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.”   “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.”  “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head.  “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.”  You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse.  “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.”  It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.”   “Sorry love,”  “But  y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.”  Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?”  “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.”  “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.” 

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips.   “Benny?”  “Huh?”  His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him.  “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,”  “What?”   He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying.   You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.”  “Think?”  “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?”  “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion.  “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.”  “Mmmm,”  “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?”  “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again.   “Don’t you want me Benny?”  He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.”  “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at.  He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes.   It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.  

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck.  “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?”  You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?”  Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.”  It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant.  “What do you mean Benny?”  “Ummm....arse.....cock.”  It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?”  “Yeah,”  “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?”  Ben nodded.  “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?”  He nodded again, “Yes. Please.”  You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap.  Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken.  “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,”  He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom. 

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind.   It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.”  It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically.  “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.”  Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed. 

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you.   All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.  

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.  

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked.   “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have.  Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt.   With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own.  Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole.   It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again.   And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding.  Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole. 

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum.  “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?”  Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle.  Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again.   “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you.  Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so. 

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more.   “God Ben. You’re hard right?”  Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes.  "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.”  You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders.  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance.  “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.”  Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices.   A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him.  Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace.   Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something.   “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him.  “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot.   And then he began to fuck you.   You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.  

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse.   It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided.  But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release.   You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you.   Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan.  He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.  

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out.  “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet.  With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too.   He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours.   You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly.  Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed.   “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.  You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.”  He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.”  With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?”  “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.”  “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.”  His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?”  “Only spit and my cum.”  “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?”  “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.”  “Babe!”  “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.”  “I always want you badly.”  You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?”  “You liked it?”  “Well you were very thorough.”  Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again.  “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.”  “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.”  “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” 

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#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #kinktober 2021

[ncteaxhoe]

all the things i have to say //

kun one-shot

qian kun x female reader || fluff, college au, senior! kun, friends to lovers

featuring: lee haechan as your best friend

warnings: profanity, alcohol usage, mention of smoking || word count: 1.9k

playlist: do you have a moment - suho, jane jang | let's meet in spring - han all | confession - yesung ft.chanyeol | peach - iu

prompt: "mmmm... you are warm."

a/n: part of the 'sexc writers💦' collab lmaoooo. basically @sly-merlin, @raibebe and my collab. it was a very random day and an ungodly hour of the night when we decided to write three stories based on the same prompt.

written for simmi di aka jen-hoe. i chose kun!!! he fit this concept the most so lmao. and this is as cliché as it can get, like it's so cliché that it's making me cringe at this point. but i hope you like this hehehe!!

rai's fic: Coming Home

simmi di's fic: Claire De Lune

"Y/N! Y/N!" Haechan whisper yelled at you from across the table.

You were in the library, trying to finish a research paper so that you get some free time on the weekend. But it seemed like your best friend had other plans. You stopped writing and looked up at him, half annoyed.

"What?" you whispered back.

He averted his eyes pointedly somewhere behind you. When you rolled your eyes at his actions, Haechan kicked your leg under the table.

"Ow! What was that for?" It was now your turn to whisper yell.

"Look. Behind. Counter," he practically hissed at you.

You rolled your eyes again but turned around and looked in the direction he wanted you to. Your eyes widened to see who was talking there to the librarian.

You turned back quickly, visibly flustered now. Your friend burst into giggles by the look on your face. And to say he was laughing quietly, would be completely an understatement. Haechan had snorted so loud, that everyone's attention was now on you both of you and he was getting some dirty and annoyed looks.

And by garnering everyone's attention, you meant everyone, because Kun, the boy who was at the counter just a mere seconds ago, was now taking a seat in front of you beside Haechan.

Kun was one year senior to you in your department. During your orientation, he was the one teacher's favourite who was there to make you all comfortable and familiar with the college. Let's just say you had your eyes on him since then. But now he was a friend... more like a study buddy? You mostly met him in the library, a place you both frequented. And when you both didn't have serious work, you quietly chatted with him. Also maybe, just maybe you had been showing up to the library in hopes to meet him.

Recently, you had grown feelings for him and you were not sure what to do about it.

"Y/N? You there?" Kun waved a hand in front of your face. You looked up, startled, and smiled at him.

"Yeah!" you said a little too enthusiastically.

"What are you working on?" Kun leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and tucking his hands under his chin. You gazed at him for a moment. He really did look good with those glasses and his hair fallen in a mess.

He just looked at you with a smile on his face, his full attention on you, waiting for your answer. Your best friend coughed in order to bring your attention back.

"Uh yeah, just a moment," you started rummaging through your papers and handed him the one you were looking for.

"Oh damn! Is it 4pm already? Y/N, I gotta go, I'll see you later. Bye Kun hyung!" With that Haechan packed his things in record time and got up to leave, making sure to make a heart at you behind Kun, causing you to roll your eyes at him for the nth time that day.

Suddenly you felt flustered again, for now it was only you and Kun.

"You've done a good job, but," Kun placed the paper down in front of you and launched into a quiet explanation of a few things you could have added or you could have eliminated.

But you barely listened. If you had the chance, you would hear him talk all day, his voice was so soothing to your ears. You couldn't help but stare at him again. His kind eyes, his beautiful face, his plump lips.

"Y/N, you're not listening," Kun said softly and chuckled.

Embarrassed you looked eveywhere but at him. Suddenly he ruffled your hair and you looked at him with a surprised look, your eyes wide.

"You're so cute," he grinned. And you couldn't help but grin back at him. For a moment you just met his gaze and could certainly feel the butterflies in your stomach.

Maybe you will tell him about those feelings.

You stared at coffee menu, wondering if you should try something new today.

"What would you recommend?" you asked the friendly coffee shop guy, who by now knew your regular order.

"You can try something from the hot coffees," he smiled at you.

"Hot? Do you seriously not know me by now?"

"I know you and, I would take an iced latte and an iced americano for her." You were startled by the sudden voice behind you.

"You scared me!" you exclaimed at Kun who just laughed and handed over his card. "And I'll pay for mine," you were about to open your wallet but Kun stopped you by putting his hand over yours.

You could swear there was electricity jolting through you at the touch.

He let his hand linger for just a second more while you met his gaze. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. Your short moment was interrupted by the coffee shop guy handing Kun the receipt. It would be an understatement to say you were flustered.

You walked back with Kun to your department building.

"So did you hear about the party?" Kun asked you.

"Party?" you vaguely remembered Haechan telling you about it. "The one your classmates are throwing for the graduating peeps?" Kun nodded in response.

"Are you gonna come?" he asked a bit hesitantly.

"Are you gonna be there?"

"I mean it's at my dorm building so I guess yeah," he chuckled.

"Great then, i'll be there," you smiled at him.

"Oh come on! That must be the hundredth outift!" Haechan groaned at you changing your outfit for the fourth time.

"Please as if you didn't spend an hour deciding your outifit just to impress your crush," you said haughtily while checking yourself out in the mirror.

"Whatever! Just hurry." Haechan went back to scrolling on his phone.

You were now walking with Haechan to the Kun's dorm buildling, the thought of seeing him exciting you but making you nervous at the same time.

When you entered the building, it seemed like the party started right from the entrance. The atmosphere inside way better than the cold of the night. Everyone held a red solo cup. As you filed deeper into the crowd, you found some of your other friends and were now with some mix of drinks that haechan had got for you. Thankfully, it tasted good enough for you to drink. You had shed your jacket now in a room where everyone had dumped theirs.

You were engaged in an conversation with your friends but couldn't help look around, your eyes searching for the familiar face in the sea of students.

And then you spot him. Standing at the end of the hallway with two friends, relaxed against a wall and a cup in hand. He couldn't see you from this far, so you took the liberty to stare at him. How he looked amazing in just a black tshirt, the easy smile on his face, how his arms ha—

"Stop fucking him with your eyes." Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than Lee Haechan.

"Oh please," you turned to Haechan and scoffed at him trying to defend yourself, " I wasn't doing anything with my eyes to him okay? And anyways he's probably not interested in me that way."

"Well I must say you're wrong, cause look who's approaching you." You whipped your head to see Kun walking towards you with a smile on his face. You turned once again at Haechan with a wide eyes and he just nodded at you and mouthed an 'all the best' while holding up his drink at you.

You took a deep breath and started walking, meeting Kun halfway.

"Hey," he smiled at you.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"So you came," you leaned in closer to Kun to hear him over the music.

"I did." There was an awkward silence for a moment until Kun leaned close to you again.

"Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?" You nodded at him and let him lead you upstairs and into a huge open balcony where there were just a few kids smoking. Kun sat down on a bench and you followed suit. Maybe sitting just a bit close to him.

"Are you enjoying?" Kun asked you.

"Hmmm, parties are not really my thing, but I enjoy the occasional drinks. And speaking drinks what has Lee Haechan even mixed in this?" you looked at your almost empty cup in half distate. You shook your head and just downed the rest of its contents.

"Whoa, slow down." Kun chuckled.

You grinned at him. "I can handle my alcohol," you caught Kun's gaze for a moment and saw his smile spread into a grin as well. You could feel the alcohol getting to your head now and making you feel drunk.

"Okay I think I might be a bit drunk," you giggled and Kun almost swore at how cute you sounded.

"It's okay, you can be drunk. I'm here." And just like that he made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

A breeze passed by and you were now feeling cold, despite the alcohol in your system. You rubbed your hands up and down your arms and it didn't go unnoticed by Kun.

"Are you feeling cold?" he asked you, concern filled in his voice.

"No it's fine," you shook you head.

"If you want I can grab your jacket from downstairs." He felt like a fool for not bringing his own either and started to get up, but you caught his hand.

"No, stay. I'm fine," you tugged at his hand and he sat down again beside you.

Maybe it was the alcohol making you feel brave and so before you could completely process, you were blurting words out of your mouth. "I mean we can cuddle so neither of us feel cold," you tried to sound nonchalant.

Kun was the one feeling flustered now but he still chuckled at your suggestion. "Sure, why not?" And with that Kun scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, while you snuggled into his side. The familiar scent of his perfume hitting your nose, filling you with a comfortable feeling.

"This is nice," Kun whispered.

"Mmmm... You are warm," you whispered in response and you could feel Kun's low laugh vibrate throughout his body.

You sat in silence for sometime, taking in each other's warmth and presence.

"Hey can I ask you something?" you said. Kun hummed in response. "Why are you not dating anyone?" the genuine curiosity in your voice made him smile.

"Maybe because the one I want is an idiot who doesn't know how to read signs." Kun looked at you.

"Whatttt? Whyyy? Who is this idiot?" you looked at him with a frown.

"The one in my arms right now," he whispered and knew you had heard his words by the way your frown slowly replaced a look of shock and delight as you comprehend his words.

"Why are you so cute?" Kun let out a laugh and leaned in a bit towards you.

"You really like... me?" you asked with an uncertainty.

"Yes idiot, I like you!" Kun grinned at you. "Do you want me to show you?" his face was now only a few inches away from yours. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was gonna come out of your chest.

You just nodded at his question and Kun's lips pressed against yours. His lips were everything you imagined- soft and plump. You kissed him back slowly, tasting the hint of the drinks he had on his lips. He broke the kiss after a few moments and rested his forehead against yours.

"So, do you like me too?" Kun asked the obvious question. You just giggled at him and leaned in for a kiss again.

a/n: mygosh this was so cliché that i wanna vomit

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[sasukeless]

sasuke for the ask game 😼

hi ima<3

favorite thing about them: yes.

okayokay in my defense i dont think i can pinpoint my favorite thing because when i think about sasuke my mind just goes "sasuke💕💕" you get me? but if i have to say one thing only i guess i will go by the way he loves. i get the first things people think when they think of his character is revenge etc but i think people always overlook how big is sasukes heart and how devoted he is to those he holds dear to them: his family, itachi and naruto. to the point hes ready to give his life to save theirs without second thought (his sacrifice land of arc) or go against everyone for them (him leaving konoha and not caring about the village or will of fiee whtv shit that was shoved in his mind because avenging his clan was more important) or him how hes ready to forgive the unforgiveable from the people he loves (him forgiving itachi for the massacre and being empathic to feel pain for him). i dont know, sasuke is so loyal to the people he loves and loves them without any reservations.

least favorite thing about them: his ending lmao. #freesasuke

favorite line: some people are gonna be mad at me but idc. his cold hard "youre annoying" w a whole ass smirk and the shining rinnegan slaps to me idk. maybe i love how cool he sounds in the anime scene shoot me. and yeah the iconic "you will have your chance to fly snake, in the talons of a hawk" i wanna be him so baddd

brOTP: i loveeee his dynamic w suigetsu they are so funny together.

OTP: naruto lol. there's no other person i can imagine sasuke liking romantically tbh

nOTP: not narutos. okay no but forreal the ones i truly cannot stand are s*susaku for obvious reasons and s*suhina because where tf did that came from?

random headcanons: despite his chakra being fire im convinced he's one of those people that no matter what season is his hands and feet are always cold. also contrary to popular belief sasuke is not a morning person AT ALL. hes even grumpy when hes woken up early. ohh also after he settles down far faaaaaar away from konoha, he and naruto live in one of those traditional japanese houses very alike like the one he was raised

unpopular opinion: mmmm i dont think there's much to say i havent said before?? so let me just say that sasuke eats other things beside tomatoes guys pls feed him smth else

song i associated with them: okay i lied i said i didnt associate any songs w characters but obviously sasuke is an exception because hes sasuke. anyways the war by syml... that song is so depressing to me but yeah...

favorite picture of them: i know its meant to be only one but whtv

this panel its just. i cant even put into words what it makes me feel it has been my favorite ever since i first saw it. for sasuke who keeps his face blank most of the time theres smth so raw about his expressions here

and this sasuke. im obsessed with this sasuke so much i think about him all the time. its the only adult sasuke that exists in my mind it makes me wanna scream, throw up, jump off, everything.

#ask game #ask

[sweetestlamb]

Lighting Up Your Life

Author’s Note: This one took a while and I already have so many ideas for side stories but I wanted to get this out because it was meant to be a present LMAO sorry for anyone who I kept waiting, but if you care about me at all know that I’ve been inactive because I am doing so many fun things in RL. I am truly trying to enjoy every second of my summer break and writing takes hours. Please accept this and if anyone has any ideas for future shenanigans, you can drop a comment I would like to hear them. :D

I am so happy and surprised to be dipping my toe back into this fandom and updating stories that I loved but thought were over, I really hope you guys enjoy and any possible side drabbles I add later.

Summary:  "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now?

 Contrary to what he's seen in idyllic movies, marriage is not the serene happy ending that's depicted. They fight, her screaming and him walking away; his defense mechanism since young and he's changed plenty since meeting her but some habits are hard to break. He doesn't get far though because at her first cry, with shiny tears running down her pretty face he crumbles, "Don't walk away from me, you're my husband!" She's always been possessive and since they met on that faithful bloody day she has considered him hers. But hearing that title, one that he hasn't shouldered for too long wipes away almost all of his annoyance with her.

He loves being her husband, adores calling her his wife. After all these years of loneliness he finally has someone who waits for him each day and waves him off in the morning, his person. He'd once called her a firecracker spitefully- stupidly- but he's learned that she's actually a volcano, once it erupts it changes everything in its wake. His very fiber has been enriched by her presence.

"I love you."

It depletes the flames in her eyes, another fight about him not being home enough. Between work and school he can barely find time to breathe much less entertain a certain author and she does not hide her dissatisfaction with him. No, she's never been one to hide her anger. But this time he's said the right thing and she scoffs before slinking across the distance they placed between each other, melting into his arms her small face disappearing into his chest. He snuggles her closer, planting a soft kiss on her dark hair which is longer now, flowing down her back once again. Her mother no longer having a hold on her. He'd been proud of every inch.

"You're just trying to stop me from arguing," she whines, but he takes it as a silent victory when she doesn't push him away.

"I don't want to fight. I'm sorry I fell asleep yesterday, I'll give you more attention." He'd taken a day off tomorrow to take her on a date, but that's a surprise. Despite their fiery rows he has never grown tired of her wanting him around all the time, he feels the same but it's harder to express that. Expressing himself in general still an uphill battle.

"Mmmm what to you mean by attention?" She replies coyly, tongue in cheek.

That innocuous sentence is all it takes to make all the blood in his head rush downwards. She's not the only one who has missed that.

He groans into her dark jasmine scented hair, louder when she chuckles deeply scratching manicured nails against the sliver of skin exposed by his hip.

"I'm hungry. Feed me first before you suck me dry."

He spaced out for a second imagining just that, him sucking her dry and her squirming under him squeals and breathy moans drowning the room. It's a beautiful image. His blood boils to a simmer.

His voice is thick when he responds, "What do you want to eat?"

Deja vu hits him recalling the last time he asked that question and her raunchy reply, you. He'd almost crashed the car on that day, clamping his legs together in order to hide her affect on him with those straightforward words.

She smirks as if remembering the same moment. Damn minx.

"I want noodles."

He takes a deep breath, calming his body before releasing her. Rearranging the hardness digging into his denim, he purposely ignores her satisfied grin. He's not ashamed of her affect on him, he's just a man. Or so he tries to tell himself.

"Okay that sounds easy enough-"

"And curry. Oh and those eggs I like and do we have brownies I want that too! And two bowls of rice."

He stands mouth gaping taking in all the food his very petite girlfriend has requested.

But in the end, he doesn't question her appetite feeding her everything she demanded to not do so would only lead to another unnecessary argument and little Gang-tae whimpers in frustration when she promptly passes out on the couch after devouring it all, barely chewing in between. He had to force her to drink water lest she choke.

It's not completely unusual he has seen her put away more food than her body weight before, yet she remains as slim as ever. It's quite the mystery.

He's able to easily lift her slight body off the couch and barely contain his coo when she automatically snuggles into him with a sigh, she can be cute when she's not raising hell. So about forty-five percent of the time give or take.

He undresses her, forcing himself to look away from the lace and silk adorning her seductive figure noting a slight bump in a belly. Maybe the food is going somewhere, finally. He pats her little belly, it's adorable.

His beautiful wife.

He strips himself down to his boxers and slides into their bed, dragging her into his arms before letting the fatigue of the day wash over him and knock him into a peaceful slumber.

When he is later jolted from his sleep, he has no idea why at first a quick check of the clock reveals that it's far too early to be awake, 5:45 the numbers flash. Pushing his hair off his face he finally realizes that he's alone in bed left with only a small indent of where his wife should be.

Then the grogginess begins to wear off and a gut wrenching sound reaches his ears. Instinctively he leaps out of bed, following the sound and winding up in the doorway of the bathroom peering through the darkness at Mun-yeong squatting on the cold tile floor retching into the toilet.

His heart instantly drops shattering into pieces.

Please no. She can't be sick. I can't lose her.

The thoughts race through his mind rendering him motionless, caught between the doorway merely watching his wife retch loudly but all it takes is her soft whimpers to break from free from his immobility.

Mun-yeong needs him now everything else can wait. Even his own fears.

Without a second thought he runs over to her trembling form, wrapping a large hand around her shoulder- completely blanketing her slighter form in his warmth. She visibly melts into his arms, looking up at him with large watery eyes. Looking so pitiful he wants nothing more than to protect her from any and everything.

"Are you okay?" It's an asinine question, the queasy look on her face and the smell of sick in the air more than answer it but he still wants to hear from her mouth. "I don't know. I woke up feeling sick and I've been here ever since." He automatically swipes the sweat drenched wisps of her hair, pulling it all back into a ponytail secured by his fist as she leans over to the bowl again but nothing comes out, she has nothing left to give. "Go. You shouldn't see me like this," she moves away from him but he follows her tightening his grip. He meant every last word of his vow, in sickness and in health. This is the least he can do for her and he knows without any doubt that she would do the same for him. "I'm not going anywhere. I've seen much force, this is nothing to handle for my wife." He denies with conviction, leaving the last thing on his mind. Her eyes light up the same way his own do when she calls him her husband, pride bleeding through his every pore. She looks like she's about to argue further but another episode starts before she can and he can only rub her back and mutter soothing sounds as she dry heaves into the porcelain circle. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. The sounds of her suffering echoing throughout the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles and ringing in his ears. When it seems that it has finally ended, with a sigh he helps her up and over to the sink where she spits and rinses her mouth with mouthwash. There are large bags under her eyes and a gray sheen to her usually plush rosy skin. "We should go to the hospital." Mun-yeong isn't someone that gets sick regularly, commonly joking that she would fight away any illness that dare came her way, literally. So seeing her this way as dismantled him on a very visceral level, all he can think of is all the terrible things that can be wrong with his wife and they all terrify him. "We don't need to go that far," she argues, already pulling away from him and walking back to the room. She never takes anything serious when it comes to her health he has learned, probably from years of parents uninterested in her wellbeing. He immediately grips her hand, stilling her. "You've been throwing up all night. We can't just go back to bed, what if there's something seriously wrong with you?" He's frantic now, thinking about life-threatening stomach bugs or a parasite lodging inside her and it makes him tug her towards the door urgently. But her next words stop him in his tracks. "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now? "Late? For what? Mun-yeong you shouldn't be thinking about deadlines right now, you could be severely sick! What if there's some kind of parasite growing inside you?" A whirlwind of emotions sweep across her face before she lands on disbelief, utter and pure disbelief. "How are you allowed to work in a hospital? They must have hired you because you're pretty." She mutters patting his cheek, he stares back offended and confused at her words but a warm blush races across his cheeks at the back handed compliment. "Wha--" "My period. It's late, I haven't had it in about two months." Oh. Oh. Oh! "Oh." Wow. The implication is a punch to his gut and then his heart. She's late. They never explicitly spoke about having children but they weren't doing anything to prevent them either, there were many nights they would fall into bed and condoms were the last thing on their minds. They were a married couple it only seemed natural, so the possibility shouldn't be this surprising. But it still is. Them, parents. It’s a lot to take in.

"That's all you have to say?" She squints at him looking unimpressed. "I don't want to get too excited before knowing." He answers honestly, his stomach twists into knots at the thought of them being parents. Parents. A little wriggling baby that looks like Mun-yeong, it's too beautiful to even imagine. "Well if I am pregnant, you weren't too far off." He stares at her, confused before she continues, "Parasite." He lets out a loud huff, protectively grabbing her still flat belly offended for the possible baby growing inside. She laughs at the dark glare on his face, "You're already taking the parasite's side."

  It's too late to go get a pregnancy test but he goes first thing in the morning, thankful that he’s already taken a day off from work. He cautiously picks up the test with a smiling baby on the front, his heart aches as he looks at it. Thankfully he doesn't run into anyone he knows and the cashier is more worried about some cat video on his phone to care about his purchase so he's in and out without a hitch.  The drive back is silent, he's too anxious to turn on the radio so he simply drives with his thoughts running a mile a minute.

Am I ready to be a father?

Will I be a good father?

These two questions in the forefront of his brain. 

She's already waiting by the door when he pulls up, some of the color has returned to her cheeks but even sick and pale she's the most beautiful women he's ever seen. He's almost mesmerized by the pale blue waves of her dress blowing in the wind, she looks like some kind of goddess. Wordlessly he hands over the package, heart firmly lodged in his throat. He doesn't want to get his hopes up but he so desperately wants to see two lines. He had read the box thoroughly during the ride. Multiple times. "Okay. I'll be back. Try not to faint." He doesn't react to her jab, too wound up to do anything but fall into the couch under the weight of the moment. The bathroom door clicks shut and then he waits, he hears the flush and then the soft roar of running water and then more silence and he sits up straighter impatient and nervous. When the door finally reopens he jumps out of his seat, rushing over to her with too many words on his tongue. "It better be a boy." Mun-yeong states with conviction and it takes a moment for him to process the words before he lets out a whelp of excitement dragging her into his arms, "We're having a baby." He whispers into her shoulder, and there is sniffling and then shaking and he wipes away the moisture on his face as she pats his back, "Aishh I'm gonna have two babies huh?" But nothing she says can touch him right now, there was going to be someone who called him “daddy”. 

  Sang-tae takes it in stride, looking over at Mun-yeong before saying, "It's a good thing you grew your hair back, you'll look better all huge and round with longer hair." He has to stop Mun-yeong from strangling his brother after his careless words, she chases him around their much smaller table now hands outreached, they had only recently moved out of the castle to a much smaller family home.  Everyone else is beyond supportive, hugging them both and congratulating them. Jae-su cries loudly declaring that he'll be the best uncle ever, to which Sang-tae informs him that he'll have no relation to the baby because he's not Gang-tae's real brother. So for the second time he has to stop someone from strangling his brother. All in a day's work. Life is normal and he barely even notices a difference. Until the cravings start and the mood swings and the emotional outbursts. They're sitting on the couch one evening, watching some comedy sketch show when she inquires, "Do you think my body will change a lot?" He pauses looking over at her, but before he can even get a word out she's already loudly responding, "You started imagining me right? I'm going to gain so much weight! Why do you keep giving me all this food?" Staring back in his disbelief he looks at food laid cross the table, ramen, soy eggs, cookies and ice cream. He watches in mild horror as she mixes them together before eating a huge spoonful. She had all but demanded that he bring her all of this crying when he merely asked if she was still hungry after eating an entire pie of pizza. It was month four and her belly was steady growing, looking adorable on her slim figure. It made him unnaturally proud to see her looking pregnant now, it made everything seem more real. "You asked me for all this food and you cried when I questioned you about it." But logic is the last thing she wants to hear, storming off to the bedroom without a word to him in rebuttal. He sits in shock looking at the reminder of her food, it scares him that she can eat this horrid concoction but he's not stupid enough to throw it away so he finds a container and puts it all in the fridge. He starts cleaning the kitchen to waste some time before he hears the bedroom door creak open, he smiles with his back turned. "My feet hurt." Mun-yeong whines cutely as if she didn't just yell at him for basically no reason, besides you know. Hormones.  He knows that her hormones are making her moodier than ever but her outbursts are still not appreciated so he turns around with a raised eyebrow. She fidgets looking everywhere but at him but as their impasse continues she sighs, loudly. "Fine. Imsorryokay?" She says it fast and jumbled together and really it's been so hard teaching her to say the words and teaching himself too because they are both not good at it. Hopefully they'll be better before the baby comes. "Apology accepted. Come here." He stops washing to walk over to the couch, patting the spot next to him and she eagerly bounds over plopping her dainty feet into his lap expectantly. She lets out delicious little groans as he digs into the heels of her feet and it makes his blood rush down. The massage barely lasts a minute before he pushing her back into the sofa and forcing out more of those intoxicating moans, giving her a very different massage. He's weak and despite her insecurities she has never looked sexier in his eyes, round with his child.

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"Ms. Witch you got fatter, did Mr. Gang-tae feed you too much?" Mi-joo asks with that air of innocent pettiness that only a child can achieve, he intercepts before his wife can respond seeing the sneer on her lips. "That's because there's a baby growing inside, Mun-yeong is pregnant." He looks at the young girl earnestly, waiting for her glee but instead she stares at them with betrayal in those expressive eyes, before running away. "I guess she hates babies." Mun-yeong says evenly before walking to the kitchen, not following the clearly upset child. He sighs before going to the kitchen to start dinner, he never anticipated that Mi-joo would be bothered by the news. Once the rice cooker dings and the chicken is cooked to perfection he goes searching for the two, finding them in the background on the stairs. Mun-yeong had a soft spot for the child, despite her cold reception at times. He's not surprised to see them there, that was why he didn’t follow the girl. They shared a special bond that he wasn’t fully apart of.  "What's your problem?" Okay not the most sensitive start but it's Mun-yeong after all, he shouldn’t expect a miracle. Mi-joo sniffles before throwing herself into Mun-yeong's lap. He watches in genuine shock as his wife awkwardly moves her arms away but does nothing to dislodge the small body invading her space. He could never imagine having a baby with the Mun-yeong he met before, the empty can that couldn't sympathize with other. But this Mun-yeong he knows will be a wonderful mother, fiercely protective and loving in her own way.  "Why do you need a baby? Are you trying to get rid of me?" The crux of the issue, it hadn't taken much for him to surmise that this was what made the girl upset after some consideration. She was scared about being replaced after just getting a new family.  "There are much cheaper and easier ways of replacing you. You think I would become the size of a small whale for that?" Mun-yeong scoffs loudly and he shakes his head at her callous words, fully expecting the girl to keep crying but instead she starts giggling. "It's weird to see you with a belly. It looks like you ate too much food." "Stop worrying about pointless things. It's nothing that calculated. This baby isn't replacing you, honestly it was a mistak--" He coughs loudly to interrupt, that's definitely more information than a child needs to know and Mijoo seems cheered up already smiling and poking at Mun-yeong's belly with awe now instead of thinly veiled hatred.  "We would never replace you. The baby is just another member of our family. A family can get bigger right?" He asks gently, not embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. Mijoo stares at Mun-yeong's belly for a long time before answering. "Okay. The baby can join our family." Dinner is a loud affair, Mun-yeong eats three bowls of food before demanding ice cream and mayo, he watches in disgust. Wondering why their baby has such appalling cravings? Mi-joo decides to try Mun-yeong’s concoction and ends up spending the night in the bathroom regretting that decision. 

 It was her idea, but he had thought of it many times on his own. But without asking him she shows up at this job, she is a common figure at the hospital now. They had all mourned the loss of Dr. Oh but in the end he had stayed, he loved his job though it was challenging the patients were all amazing people and they inspired him everyday. 

Despite being six month pregnant and having swollen ankles he had not been able to stop her from wearing high heels, but they were much smaller heels now at least, it was the only compromise she was willing to make after his whining and pleading. He hears those telltale clicks before he sees her and it hits him deep in his bones when he sees her waddling over to him, in a soft cotton yellow maternity dress with chunky white heels and a matching micro bag that he doubts can fit anything. 

The sun pales in comparison. 

He walks over to greet her, pulling her into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her brow. He rubs her belly as he has been addicted to doing lately, unable to keep his hands off her belly especially since the baby started kicking. Feeling that for the first time was surreal. 

“What brings you here? I told you to rest.” She rolls her eyes at his “ nagging” as she’s wont to call it. 

“I thought it was time to introduce the baby to his grandmother, that’s the only grandparent they’ll have.” 

It’s a sad reality. Mun-yeong didn’t recognize either of her parents as such and he only had his mother growing in the back of the hospital. 

He turns to tell his coworker that he’ll be taking a break and escorts her to his mother who has been blooming beautifully, thick leaves now adorning her. 

Mun-yeong speaks first, “Hello, it’s me again. I know I haven’t visited you enough, but I have good news today. I’m pregnant. This is your grandchild.” She pushes her belly out letting a branch rest on the taut skin and he feels his eyes instantly fill up with scorching hot tears. “I hope you support us and I hope I can be as good of a mother as you, I wish I could have met you.” 

His heart aches for Mun-yeong and for himself, they both deserved so much more than they ever received but now they can pour all that love into their baby. 

With his voice quivering he finally speaks, “Hi mom. I wish you were here to see everything, but I swear I’ll do my best to make you proud.” 

They stand quietly for a few more moments emotions thick in the air before he gently pulls Mun-yeong away she shouldn’t be standing for so long. 

 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The cravings and mood swings and morning (afternoon, midnight) sickness goes on though not as frequently before the baby comes. Her water breaks and he has them in the car bags loaded, on autopilot. He drives carefully and ignores her as she curses him for his caution, there's no way he's endangering the most important people in his life. He feels like he has cotton in his brain the entire time, everything is hazy. Mun-yeong is wheeled off and they have to wait for her to reach the appropriate dilation and then she's screaming bloody murder from the bed, squeezing his hand so tightly that he starts to lose feeling. The nurses are all coaching her but she's screaming too loudly to hear them and he caresses her cheek softly getting her attention. "You can do this honey." He expects her to smart at the pet name but she softens before grunting and starting to follow the nurses directions, the doctor wedged between her legs repetitively shouting push. It goes on for what feels like hours to him so he imagines it feels even worst for his poor wife and then he hears the most beautiful heart wrenching sound in the world. The shrill screams fill the small hospital room and he starts bawling so hard too, staring at Mun-yeong's closed eyes. "You did it. You were amazing. I love you." The doctors and nurses expertly clean up the crying bundle before placing it in Mun-yeong's arms. A wrinkled face stares up at them in curiosity and he reaches out a single finger, watching as his baby instinctively grabs it and ultimately his heart at the same time. "You have a health baby boy." The doctor declares and he looks at his wife with barely contained glee, they had a baby boy. She got her wish.  She glances down at the bundle in her arms more interested now, "He looks like a wrinkled potato." "Mun-yeong," he admonishes but she shrugs looking small and tired. She's so much stronger than him. "Hopefully he'll look like you soon." He wishes for the exact opposite. Sang-tae and Jae-su are the first to show up and Sang-tae is beyond excited, rushing to meet his nephew and refusing to let Jae-su hold the baby declaring that only family can do so. Then Ju-ri and her mother show up and the baby is handed off and Jae-su argues indignant that everyone has held the baby besides him and it's all chaos and their baby looks right at home babbling at all the new faces suddenly surrounding him. When everyone leaves and Mun-yeong falls into a well deserved sleep, he finally gets a quiet moment with his son. It's late but he doesn't look tired at all, wriggling in his arms while hypnotizing him with his mother's eyes, the rest of his features are too soon to decipher yet. "I can't believe you're here. Your mother worked so hard to get you here, we should let her rest. I don't know what kind of father I'll be. I never really had a father myself, he left before I could have any memories of him. I'll never do that to you, that much I can promise. I've only known you for a few hours but you're already my whole world, you and your mom. We're not perfect but we're going to love you so much." His voice wavers with emotion, before he laughs at himself, "Can you even understand what I'm saying? Dad is too sentimental." "I could have told you that." Mun-yeong's drowsy voice breaks the calm and he looks over at her sheepish. She'd probably heard everything. She surprises him by not mocking him. "Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" She doesn't answer before making grabby hands at him, immediately he moves the chair closer so she can touch them both. She runs a gentle finger across the baby's head, he wiggles but otherwise stays still looking more tired with every passing minute. Slowly they both start to drift to sleep and he watches them with a soft loving gaze.

  A week later, they're allowed to go home and he buckles up Byeong-ho, aptly named because he is the light in the their life. It's his first time outside and his eyes become huge once he realizes there is more than the hospital room they were confined to. He helps Mun-yeong into the passenger seat, buckling her in too despite her grumbling that she can do it herself. When they pull up to the house, he grabs the bassinet and gives Mun-yeong his arm slowly walking into the house. "Let's put him in his room." He says calmly despite his heart beating rapidly, it had been hard keeping the secret from her. She follows him easily none the wiser to what he has planned. He slowly pushes the door open watching her face all the way, her gasp is music to his ears as they both take in the room. While she'd been bedridden Sang-tae had been decorating Byeong-ho's room, lush colors fill the room now, a forest with vibrant trees and vivid skies. He smiles at the animated versions of them across the walls, Byeong-ho has been added to the camping van. His little head peeking out as they drive into the sunset.  "It's a gift from Sang-tae." "It's beautiful." That's all she is able to say but he can see the emotions flowing from her eyes, he silently wraps an arm around her shoulder.

 Breastfeeding is hard, harder than movies made it seem but she'd gotten the knack of it while in the hospital, Byeong-ho only stops after feeding for about an hour. Her whole body is sore, she's been tired since giving birth. Gang-tae had finally stopped moving, he'd feed her then put away the gifts they had received, helped her take a shower and played with the baby before collapsing on the bed claiming he just needed to rest his eyes. That was hours ago. "It's just you me and huh?" The baby coos in her arms, milk leaking from his fat cheeks. "You eat a lot for someone so tiny. You really must be my kid." She leans back in the rocking chair, a gift from Ju-ri's mother. Swaying back and forth, while lightly patting the baby over her shoulder only stopping when she hears his little burp. It's getting late, approaching midnight and she is starting to feel drowsy herself. "It's time to sleep." She stands up walking to the bedroom and smiling at her snoring husband, he is splayed across the bed haphazardly she tugs the blanket further up his chest before planting a kiss on his cheek. Then she opens the bottom drawer, plucking out a single copy of her new book. She'd been working on it since learning she was pregnant, it wouldn't be sold to the public. "Just for you. You should be honored, I'm one of the most wanted authors around." She boasts to her son, disgusted when he blows a snot bubble in response. "How uncouth." But she carries him back to the room, making herself comfortable in the rocking chair once more before opening the book, taking them both to a far off land where a witch learns to love herself and through that small act gains unconditional love from others. The one thing her father ever gave her and now she can give that to her own child in addition to so much more, she can break this cycle with love. 

#It's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #baby fic #baby moon #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #lighting up your world #it's finally here #I want baby moon to meet GT's mom too #maybe a side story? #I finally wrote a preg fic #I literally never do LMAO

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

so are dreamons canon? i read your post a while back and agreed, but since foolish has mentioned them on this livestream, i feel like it isn’t something to brush off. idk just wanna see your thoughts since you’re my go to for lore :) love the essays btw

(warning: the answer to this ask goes on a bit of a meandering tangent, I apologize lol. Basically just a train of thought, no solid theories yet)

Dreamons canon maybe? Maybe??

DreamXD canon? I mean like, beyond McDonald’s? Like the OG DreamXD lore might actually be canon?

I mean, not like it matters a ton since DreamXD’s not gonna be a big part of the lore as we know, but...

That’d be really interesting if it were canon, and what Foolish said lines up with what we know. Dreamons can only possess one person, the Egg can brainwash many. 

But OG DreamXD lore my beloved

“I think he’s one of those rare species…I think it’s called a transmuted Dreamon, which means he quickly swaps between the two. But I think when we did the ritual, we got rid of the “Dream” part and kept the ‘Dreamon’ part, and now, I think…”

“Dream’s ghost got back into his body when he — that’s how he levitated!”

“Yeah, so he must have been full Dreamon when he levitated up! But now I think he’s back to regular old Dre.”

“We are mad scientists…we have just played god! And it worked!”

(DreamXD logs in)

“We’re not gonna talk about that…like I said, he has two. Two of them. That’ll be something we’ll have to tackle next time.”

(DreamXD comes zooming in to punch Tubbo)

“YEP! YEP, THAT’S A DREAMON! THAT’S A DREAMON!”

“If my theories are correct, Fundy…I think every person has a Dreamon.”

(Then in the next stream)

[of the two states] “One which is probably possessed by a Dreamon, and one which is his normal self. And what we did is, we split those in half last time, didn’t we? And now Dream is actually Dream, but…I’m gonna put this name in the chat, I want you not to say it out loud…”

[He types “DreamXD” in chat]

He implies that’s the Dreamon one.

So basically, Dream had two states and the Dreamon Hunters split them, and that’s when DreamXD -- either a Dreamon himself or possessed by one to the point of becoming one (the way Tubbo describes it, those things seem to be interchangeable -- if you’re possessed by a Dreamon, you are one) first appeared. So now DreamXD is a separate entity.

And then you’ve got the Egg, whose vines can be turned lime green with Church Prime water. And Dream himself is the sole enforcer of the Holy Land’s rules and /kills anyone who breaks the no-kill rule, the Holy Land is only a neutral zone because he designated it as such (as he brought up during Quackity’s revolution) and implied that the Holy Land’s power could be revoked if he chose.

Dream attempted to destroy the Egg the first and only time he met it (and his meeting with the Egg has been mentioned in canon multiple times, so we can assume that wasn’t just an OOC bit), so it seems like Dream and Church Prime are an oppositional force to the Egg, DreamXD is god but maybe also still a Dreamon, and the Egg is more powerful than Dreamons but can be resisted with the power of Church Prime.

It’s like rock paper scissors lmao

So Dreamons were mentioned in relation to the Egg, a comparison to it, which means the Egg is not a Dreamon.

But what’s neat is that Foolish actually brought up the idea of Dream being a potential ally for or against the Egg in his lore stream, he didn’t know which. 

And Bad brought up Dream to the Egg as “the green guy -- you’ve met him” when telling the Egg the news about Tommy’s death.

And Tommy brought up the Egg during his last prison visit stream.

And Bad brought up the Egg as well during his visit and Dream said he remembered meeting it in both.

Dream’s meeting with the Egg keeps getting brought up, so it’s safe to say that him attempting to repeatedly break it with Sam, making an effort to clear out the Blood Vines, and him being creeped out by the Egg is also canon. 

Bad was first to meet the Egg. Sam was second...and Dream was third. Even before Puffy, even before Antfrost.

And there’s clearly some sort of meaning behind the colors, behind lime green being a “purified” version of the Blood Vines washed off with holy Church Prime water.

And then you’ve got the freaking book.

What about Bad and Sam made them safe to give the secret of the revive book to, I wonder? 

Bad: “Information about what?”

Dream: “Mmmm…I think that it puts me in danger if people know I have this information. I can’t clarify what it is, otherwise – I don’t think – you wouldn’t – it wouldn’t be a danger to you, but to other people, that…”

Bad: “Oh…okay. I’m really curious now.”

Dream: “I…we’ll find out.”

Sam: “Wait, so you’re saying…Schlatt traded you information to join his side, which you accepted, so it must’ve been valuable.”

Dream: (chuckles) “I think it’s the most valuable thing on the server!”

...

Dream: “I think that, in pertaining to the prison, it may be important, but – so maybe I’ll have to tell you guys once the prison’s construction is done, but…we’ll see.”

“It wouldn’t be a danger to you.” 

To Bad and Sam...the only other two people to have met the Egg at the time...why?

We finally found out what the book is, but there are still some hints Dream gave about it that remain unexplained.

What does the book have to do with the prison? Why might Dream *have* to tell Bad and Sam what it is once the prison was finished?

And...who was the original prisoner the prison was meant for, anyway? We know it wasn’t Tommy, Tommy wasn’t the prisoner in the original plan Dream commissioned the prison for...

Dream: “It’s just an option, because if you can’t kill somebody, you might need to lock them up.”

Can’t kill somebody...but Dream then goes on to tease secrets about a book that literally gives him the ability to kill people and bring them back?

The only person Dream can’t revive, at least that we know of, is himself, because you need someone else to "click respawn” for you. If Dream dies, death is permanent. He’s the only person no one can kill without risking that.

The book has something to do with the prison, something about the Crimson and the color green...everything’s vaguely connected but we don’t have the answers to start putting the pieces together yet.

What does it all mean...?

Time will tell!

#asks #anon theories #dream smp #long posts

[scorpionwins]

hey!! sorry for the totally random ask but i raided ur writing tag and omg we like a lot of the same tropes. out of curiosity what are some tropes you dont like all that much??

Omg hiiii jsjs don't apologize i fucking LOVE random asks

To answer your question, - it totally depends for who exactly I'm writing (or what ships I should say.) Some characters, in my eyes, fit certain tropes and some just don't (for me).

That being said,

Love/Hate. Not the biggest fan really? I understand it can be nice to have that spice of tension in your ship, especially if they start off on the wrong foot, but. Meh. Not for me. ☆☆

(Positive points): This trope can be challenging and fun , if done correctly. Writers who gravitate towards it pull out very nice complexity in terms of both characterization and relationship dynamics)

Dub/Non-Con. Hard no. -☆.

(Alternatively: If dubious consent is used in the context of playfulness, (exemple: Person A wanting to stay in bed all day and not letting Person B get up because they're Person's A personal teddy bear) then I think it can be fine.)

Slow burn. Nothing wrong with this trope, I just don't have the patience lmao, ☆☆☆

(Positive points): I've read some beautifully written works involving slow burn but like I mentioned previously, it depends on the ship. This trope can be amazing if you like exploration, details, and the satisfaction of something coming full circle.)

Serial Killers AUs. Uhh, find them a bit inappropriate? I honestly don't see the appeal. ☆

(Alternative: If you like darker romances and morally grey characters, then! As long as nothing is glamorized I don't have a problem with it, but still not for me.)

Hate sex. Mmmm. I'm sappy so it makes me sad really? There's nothing much to add really, that's the only reason. But depends on the ship. ☆☆

(Positive points : Interesting exploration of hurt and resentment and love coming together if you're into that.)

Consensual/Non-Consenual infidelity/Cheating. Not really my thing. ☆

(Positive points: If your ship is on the adventurous side, this can show they're confidence and trust. (PS, OP doesn't mind open relationships, nor is this meant to put them down, if its clear you're all on the same page. It's your relationship, do what you want.)

I hate my husband/boyfriend. This is something I specifically see with het ships and it can be very upsetting sometimes, especially when the fandom particularly sees it as cute, or empowering for a female character to mistreat her partner. Like? Being attracted to men isn't an embarrassment or a crime, and hating them isn't the feminist movement you think it is. -☆☆☆☆☆

(Positive points: None, this shit straight up doesn't slap.)

I'm embarrassed of liking/loving my spouse. Like? Why? If you aren't in love with your partner for who they are why are you with them? It's just not a trope I understand or enjoy particularly much. ☆

(Positive points: Usually, this trope is used humorously and is more of an endearing annoyance than anything and it makes me fond sometimes. It doesn't bother me but doesn't delight me. And if you enjoy it unironacally then uhh. Get a hug?)

Hard Angst/Torture porn: I really don't mind it, but I can't consume it all the time. When I do, its delightful! Honestly depends on my mood. ☆☆☆

(Positive points: If you need a good cry this is it. It also depends on all having a satisfying ending as opposed to just sadness/torture porn.)

#this was so cool!! #ask #tropes #fanfiction #fanfic tropes

[infernwetrust]

To a Lifetime [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Duncan takes care of his boy for his birthday. :)

Warnings: SMUT HEAVY, whole lotta fluff, little bit of angst, swearing, mentions of drug use

WC: 6.7k 

A/N: This got out of hand really fucking quickly, LMAO. It was NOT suppose to be almost 7k words, but here it is anyways. Jocelyn, our cricket supreme, you asked me to make sure that Jimothy has a good birthday, so here is my promise to you. Also, if anyone has a req for anything, send it to me! Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Several references from To Take Care Of Part 1 are mentioned in this.  Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by hailmary-yramliah

Duncan yawned before taking one more sip of his orange juice before placing the glass gently in the sink. Usually, Jim was up as well and hot on Duncan's heels as he follows him around the kitchen. But this morning that was not the case. It was his birthday after all, but Duncan was growing impatient waiting for Jim to get up. He was use to seeing his ocean eyed boy, still sleepy, walking around in a haze as he either cooked breakfast before Duncan had to go to work or as he struggled to get his day started.

Today, Duncan took the day off, dedicating the the entire day to Jim. He wanted to do more than terribly sing happy birthday to him, give him a card and whatever gift he had his eye on, and a birthday cake before he had to be busy for the entire day. Not that Jim didn't appreciate this, but Duncan knew how bad Jim missed him on the days he decided to stay longer at work or the days he decided to go in earlier. And he missed him too, regretting every earlier in and every late stay, but Jim wouldn't have to worry about that today.

Running his hand through his messy hair, the sight of Jim, now awkwardly wrapped up in their bedsheets, still asleep, made him smile. He looked so soft and at peace. And then Duncan thought, if he was going to wake his boy up, he might as well make it count. If Duncan wasn't on top of Jim, watching him crumble underneath him, he loved to be between Jim's legs, getting him off. He almost, always, returned the favor.

He walked quietly over to the bed, attempting to untangle Jim out of the sheets and get him onto his back. And when he finally did, Duncan almost lost his composure. A very bad case of morning wood, Jim had, as he continued to sleep peacefully or so Duncan thought?

"Mmmm, Duncan." Jim stirred in his sleep, instinctively grabbing Duncan's pillow and pulling it closer to him. Jim twitched, rotating his hips slightly before settling back down. Duncan bit down on his lip to stop himself from making any type of sound, slowly rubbing Jim's clothed length. Jim sighed heavily, still very much in his wet dream, squeezing the pillow tightly before burying his face into it.

Duncan took the opportunity to nestle himself between Jim's legs, slowly pulling him out of his fitting pair of white boxers. He set his hand, palm up to catch Jim in his hand before he could slap against his stomach. His mouth watered at the sight of Jim every time. Sliding his phone out of the pocket of his shorts, he snapped a picture of Jim in all his glory, before tossing it to the side.

Jim was oozing now and breathing harder and Duncan decided that he waited long enough. He took Jim all the way into his mouth, causing Jim to jump out of sleep almost immediately at the warmth of Duncan's mouth. He first reaction was to squeeze his legs together, but Duncan stopped him, holding him down by this thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs, Jim still in his mouth.

Jim looked down at Duncan with sleepy and dream fucked out eyes before smiling weakly, still holding onto Duncan's pillow. Duncan took this as a sign of encouragement, slowly moving his head up and down, tongue slowly swirling around him. Jim let out that same sigh again, throwing his head back into his pillow. Duncan continued this, slightly picking up the pace.

"Fuck.." Jim moaned breathlessly, throwing Duncan's pillow over his face, taking in his scent. Duncan hummed lowly around Jim, his own length rubbing against the bed. "S' good. S' warm." Duncan pushed Jim to the back of his throat, holding him there for a few seconds. Jim let out heavy exhales, slightly whimpering as his tip brushed the back of Duncan's throat. Pulling him out of his mouth, spit dribbling down his chin, he licked up the sides of Jim, tongue swirling patterns over Jim's tip that was now covered in pre-cum.

Tossing Duncan's pillow to the side, Jim propped himself up on his elbows, watching Duncan work him. Duncan took Jim back in his mouth, sucking at a steady and fast pace, hands kneading at Jim's thighs.

"Shit..." Jim breathed out, putting one of his hands in Duncan's hair. Duncan looked up at Jim, who was looking right back. "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum real pretty down your throat." Duncan paused, pulling Jim back out of his mouth.

"Is that a promise, birthday boy?" Duncan teased. Jim chuckled, moving a few strands of his hair out of his face before running his hands through Duncan's hair.

"Find out." Jim shot back, his dick twitching with every breath that Duncan took. Kissing Jim's tip, he resumed at his same pace, but quickly speeding up. The combination of wet sounds and Jim's loud and godly moans was enough for Duncan to grind himself harder against the bed. Still propped up on his elbows, Jim grabbed the sheets underneath him, his moans getting aggressively louder and his reached his edge. Duncan wasn't letting up any, only increasing his speed evenly.

"Fuck. Dunc. I'm gonna-," Jim began before all that was now coming out of his mouth was a mixture of "uh's" and "oh's", Duncan's name also leaving Jim's mouth a few times as he released inside Duncan's mouth. Duncan continued to suck on Jim, his cum dripping down the sides of him, but Duncan effortlessly slurping it back up before swallowing and removing Jim from his mouth with a loud pop.

"Happy birthday, ocean eyes." Duncan smiled at Jim who was still struggling to catch his breath. Jim laughed, laying back down before running his hands over his slightly sweaty face.

"I love you." Jim replied. "S' much."

"I love you too."

*** "So how long did it take you to come up with that idea this morning?" Jim questioned as he rinsed his shampoo out of his hair, Duncan standing in front of him as he soaped up his own hair. Their chests rested against each other's rising and fall almost in sync as they showered together.

"About 5 seconds." Duncan answered, massaging at his scalp, the two laughing at his answer. Jim looked up at Duncan, still standing underneath the water. Every single day Jim questioned how he was lucky enough to end up with fucking Duncan Shepherd. But what he didn't know is that Duncan was asking himself the same question. How he was so lucky enough to end up with James Mason was beyond him. Completely opposites, the two leveled each other out well and they both knew that. They needed each other.

Jim was just the sign Duncan needed before he gave up on trying to find love completely. Ashamed to admit it, when Jim met Duncan he was so so so close to slipping again. Duncan kept him sane, kept him grounded, reminded him that there were other options, always. If anyone had Jim, it was going to be Duncan, no matter how bad their arguments or fights.

"You okay?" Duncan questioned, noticing Jim had fallen silent, his gaze lingering over him.

"Yeah, I just-," Jim answered, snapping out of his thoughts. He couldn't find the words to say, high on his love for Duncan, so he just kissed him, a warm kiss. He kissed Duncan like he was going to be leaving for a few days, pressing him back against the cold shower wall, but Duncan didn't flinch a muscle. He grabbed both sides of Jim's waist, pulling him as close possible, deepening the kiss. When they pulled away, needing a breath, they rested their foreheads against each other.

"You do a good job." Jim began. "A good job of making me want to just say fuck my birthday and stay home with you all day."

"One. While that does sound nice, never ever fuck your birthday. You're a growing boy Jim." Duncan joked. "Two. I'm yours all day. Today is about you, Jim. I've got a few things planned, starting with lunch."

"Ooo, where's lunch?"

"You'll see."

***

"Mmm, c'mere." Jim said to Duncan as he sat in the passenger seat of Duncan's space silver Tesla that had finally been shipped from DC to California. "Breath check?"

"Always." Duncan replied, getting ready to lightly blow his breath in Jim's face like they usually do before going out.

"No." Jim stated simply. "Breath. Check." He cupped one side of Duncan's face in his hand, pulling him in for a kiss that was tongue heavy and left Duncan speechless.

"All good?" Jim questioned as he pulled away.

"All good.." Duncan answered, running his hand through his hair for the second time today. When Duncan had walked up to the host and said Shepherd party of 4, it left Jim confused until he saw who was sitting at the table.

"No you guys fucking didn't." Jim said as he stared at Medina and her boyfriend/his long time friend, Calvin.

"We did." Calvin answered.

"No, you didn't. You guys didn't drive 6 hours from the Bay to LA." Jim continued, the smile on his face only growing wider. He felt like he could cry. She was his twin after all. Which meant is was her birthday too and Jim couldn't remind the last time they actually sat down and together on their birthday. He turned around to face Duncan. "And you. No you fucking didn't either."

"I did." Duncan answered with a smile.

"No you didn't. You didn't NOT tell me that my sister and her boyfriend were gonna be here today."

"He did." Medina answered, getting up from her seat to come face to face with her brother. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. One that he wasted no time returning. "Happy Birthday, Jimmy."

"Happy Birthday." Jim said back, the two now swaying back and forth in their hug. When they let each other go, Medina made her way over to Duncan, Jim to Calvin.

"Happy Birthday, love." Duncan said to Medina as they went in for a hug.

"Thank you." she whispered in his ear. "For doing this."

"No, thank you, for helping me through the decision that I'll be making today. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little nervous. I know it's hours away, but-,"

"Don't be. He loves you, Duncan." Before the two could finish their subtle conversation, Jim and Calvin were sitting down, so they joined them.

Lunch was full of non-stop conversation, especially between the Mason twins. They had so much catching up to do. No amount of phone calls, video chats, text messages, and yearly visits to PV could ever make up for missed time between the two. The two had long sent each other their birthday presents, not expecting this, but Duncan Shepherd always has a few tricks up his sleeves.

"So what do you guys have planned today?" Calvin asked as he took the last bite of his food.

"I honestly don't know." Jim answered. "Duncan won't tell me anything."

"Calvin won't tell me anything either???" Medina chimed in, knowing good and well that she knew exactly what was happening later today and so did Calvin.

"Oh c'mon y'all." Duncan spoke as he took a sip of his drink. "Birthdays are full of surprises. And I know you like surprises, Jim.

"I do." Jim confessed. "They're heart warming, okay? To know that someone is always thinking about you." Jim quickly glanced over at Duncan before returning his attention back to Calvin.

"I don't." Medina darted her eyes back and forth between her brother and boyfriend. "But the art of good old fashion peer pressure does not work well with Calvin, so I guess just won't know until he takes me wherever he takes me, right?"

"Right." Jim chuckled.

"The Bay Boys were nothing, but peer pressure, so I already know how that shit works." Calvin playfully shot back. "Jim and I here are like the peer pressure KINGS."

"Use to be-," Jim corrected, meeting Calvin across the table for a fist bump.

"Well this explains a lot." Duncan choked, giving Jim's thigh a squeeze. "Peer pressure is how you've got me wrapped around your finger, huh?"

"Oh, please. Duncan I did not have to peer pressure you." Jim playfully shot back. "This is coming from the guy who almost came in his swim trunks the night he met me. I'm not even trying to hear it."

"The feeling was mutual."

"Wow this got heavy, fast." Calvin spoke as the entire table erupted into laughter.

For the last 10 minutes Duncan and Calvin semi-argued about who was going to pay the bill. Both boys desperately wanted to cover the whole thing and of course Duncan's FAT ego wasn't going to let Calvin do that, but unfortunately Calvin was faster. When their waitress came back with the check, he slapped his card down on the table before Duncan could even reach for his wallet.

"Someone's ready to get going, huh?" the young waitress questioned, stifling her giggles at Calvin's eagerness. He gave Duncan a winning smirk as the girl walked away.

"I said I got it." Duncan jabbed.

"Clearly not fast enough, Shepherd."

*** "Wanna drive it?" Duncan asked Jim, holding out the cars keys for him.

"Let me get this. The Duncan Shepherd is going to let me, Jim Mason, drive his precious Tesla?" Jim questioned. Duncan was obsessed with his car. He always kept it clean, regular maintenance, and at the slightest ware in paint, he had the ENTIRE car repainted. Out of his love for Jim he got his own custom license plate that read "MASON". Consider it a small reminder to himself, every day.

"Yeah." Duncan said simply. "I know you've been wanting to drive her. I see the way your eyes light up when you look at her and when you get in her." The first time Jim ever rode in Duncan's car he wasted no time figuring out all the features that it had to offer and he was beyond impressed. What really blew him out of the fucking park the first time Duncan put it in self drive mode for their road trip to Vegas.

"Baby are you sure?" Jim asked again, slightly reaching for the keys.

"Yes." Duncan said, placing them in his hands. "C'mon birthday boy." Jim excitedly made his way around to the drivers seat, adjusting it to his needs, Duncan getting in the car shortly after.

"So where are we going?"

"Well." Duncan looked at his watch. "We don't have any where to be until about 3 and it's 1:30 right now, so we can go wherever you want to, ocean eyes."

"Great because I forgot to tell you last night, but we ran out of weed after that last joint, so I desperately want to go to the dispensary."

"We can do that." Duncan chuckled.

Jim felt like he was on cloud nine in the drivers seat. Fortunately for Duncan, Jim just had to go to his favorite dispensary 45 minutes away on the opposite side of town, which was where their next activity was anyways. About 15 minutes into the drive, Duncan had leaned his seat back, slightly sleepy from lunch. Putting the car in self drive, but keeping his eyes on the road, Jim snaked his hand between Duncan's legs, squeezing at him, palming him gently through his shorts.

"Mmmm, what are you doing ocean eyes?" Duncan questioned sleepily, rubbing his eyes, but adjusting himself in his seat so that he was further into Jim's palm.

"Returning the favor, slightly anyways. I'd love to go down on you, but not through LA traffic."Jim answered, pulling Duncan's zipper down, reaching his hand inside to slip him out of his boxers and through his shorts. It didn't take Jim much to get Duncan going. For a few minutes, he stroked him nice and slow, licking his hand in-between. "Just relax, yeah? Can you relax for me?"

"Mhmmm." Duncan nodded, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shorts, but keeping them up just in case he quickly needed to tuck himself away. Jim was stroking him faster now, Duncan struggling to maintain even, regulated breaths. One hand had a death grip on Jim's thigh, the other, rubbing in small strides across his own chest. Finally catching up to Jim's pace, he began thrusting upward into Jim's hand. The sounds of Duncan's sighs and moans almost made Jim turn the car around so they could go back home.

Jim licked his hand one more time, getting up whatever taste he could of Duncan before really going at him. And when Duncan showed the tell-tale signs of reaching his peak, Jim did not slow down or give Duncan a break. And within seconds, Duncan came messily in his hand, moaning Jim's name loudly as he did so.

"So." Jim spoke again as he cleaned Duncan up off his fingers. "Anything particular you want from the dispo or?"

"N-n- no." Duncan answered as he struggled to tuck himself back into his shorts, still sensitive. "W-w-whatever you buy it's fine."

"What's the matter, scruffy?" Jim joked.

"Ha. Ha." Duncan mocked.

After what felt like forever moving through LA traffic, they finally got there and lucky enough for them there was just enough street parking spaces so that Jim wouldn't have to walk far.

"Okay. I'll be like 15 minutes, max."

"Here, take my card."

"Dunc, you don't gotta."

"Yeaaaah, I do. You see. You don't have any of your credit cards today. Not even your debit card."

"Wh-,"

"I took them all out of your wallet last night. Don't worry. They're safe at home in our lock box. You won't be paying for anything today."

"Oh my gosh, Duncan. Why do you always do this?"

"Because I love you. And because it's your birthday? You really think I'm going to let you pay for anything on your birthday? You've forgotten who you're dating already? Sheesh."

"Of course not. Big man. With a big ego and a big heart. And a fucking fat di-,"

"Exactly."

"You left my ID in there though right?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Then I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

*** If Jim wasn't overwhelmed with happiness, he was now. He had been talking to Duncan for weeks about how he was saving up for a tattoo he really wanted and an industrial piercing. So when they pulled up to one of the most highly rated tattoo shops in Los Angeles, Jim swore he was going to throw up out of excitement.

"Ayeeee, Duncan!" the shop owner greeted him with a huge smile and a firm handshake. "Is this the birthday boy?"

"It is!" Duncan answered, wrapping his arm around Jim's waist and pulling him closer to him.

"Nice to meet you." he stuck his arm out for Jim to shake. "Jesse."

"Jim." Jim returned the handshake eagerly.

"Just the way Dunc described you. Let me tell you, if this man talks about anything, it's his ocean-eyed boyfriend."

"And how do you two know each other?" Jim questioned, looking back and forth between the two.

"Jesse, here." Duncan began. "Was assigned to my team at work like 2 weeks ago. We're starting new projects, remember? Anyways. I got the pleasure of getting to know each of my team members closely this past week, Jesse especially and he just happened to let me know that he has his own tattoo parlor and it just happened to be one of the best places in LA."

"They're usually closed today, but Jesse is here today, for you. He'll get that industrial piercing you've been wanting done for you too." Jim shook Jesse's hand again.

"Thank you." Jim said. "I don't know how-. Fuck."

"Ahhhh don't worry about it buddy, come on back to my chair. I'll show you what I sketched out, you'll tell me if you like it, and if you do, we decide where it goes. If you don't, we'll sketch it out again for you. Sound good?"

"Sounds good." Jim answered as he trailed behind Jesse.

"And after that we'll get that piercing done and send you on your way, birthday boy."

"Hey." Duncan said, grabbing Jim's arm. "I'll be back there in a minute, okay? Just gonna make a quick phone call."

"I love you." was all Jim could say back.

"I love you too."

"So you like to surf, huh?" Jesse asked Jim as sat across in his chair from Jim, picking up his sketch pad off his work table that neatly held a tattoo gun, several disposable tattooing needles, several different colored inks, several different cleaning materials and anti-septics, and tattoo balm. Jim looked around Jesse's space that was covered in surfing posters and wallpaper. There were several pictures on the wall of Jesse in his surfing gear, catching waves, and on the beach with his friends. And if he was staring hard enough, he could of sworn that the background in those pictures were Palos Verdes.

"I do." Jim answered proudly. "And I see that you like to too."

"Well that's all we really had to keep us out of trouble in Palos Verdes."

"You're from PV?" Jim followed up.

"Not originally, but it was most of my childhood, until I moved here." Ripping the sketch from his sketchbook, Jim noticed the Bay Boys tattoo located on Jesse's right shoulder, a detail he had initially glanced over.

"And you were a Bay Boy?"

"Unfortunately."

"Yeah, same..." Jim mumbled.  

"Really, huh? Are you from PV?"

"Not originally." Jim laughed causing Jesse to laugh too.

"A man with good humor. I appreciate that." Jesse commented. "Man. Joining the Bay Boys had to be one of the worst decisions of my life. Here let's get this out of the way first and then we'll talk."

Jesse handed Jim his sketch. The design was beautiful. Two surf boards next to each other, nestled upright in some sand, waves painting the background. In the sand, sat a really detailed outline of Jim and Medina, Jim has his head turned towards her as she looks out into the waves. He has one knee to his chest and Medina sits with both knees up to her chest. It was the photo that Duncan had took of  them their last group visit to a beach.

"I love it." Jim croaked out.

"I was hoping you would. Now do you want it all black with shading gradients or do we want to play around with some color?"

"We can play with some color."

"And where do you want it?"

"Left thigh."

"Good size?"

"Perfect size. Any bigger and I'd have to move it to my ribs."

"Perfect."

*** "Well. You've got a lot of heart, Jim." Jesse said. The two had been talking for about 45 minutes, the both of them sharing a little bit about their background, life before PV, life in PV, and life now. "It took as much heart for you to try to stay as it did for you to leave. I rode out the end of my Bay Boys saga until our chapter disbanded. And I'm sorry to hear about your parents too. Trust me, I know. Dad did the same fucking thing to mom." He had just got through with the outline and now it was time for the shading. Different shades of blues, oranges, yellows, pink and red hues would now paint Jim's thigh. Before Jim could continue their conversation, Duncan walked into the room.

"Shit. That wasn't suppose to take me so long. I could not get these fuckers to stop talking for the life of me." he said, pulling up a chair on the opposite side of Jim. "Doesn't hurt too bad does it?"

"Honestly, no." Jim answered, grabbing ahold of Duncan's hand and kissing his knuckles.

"I'm surprised." Jesses said. "Usually the thigh is a tough spot for most people. Super fucking tender."

"Isn't the worst pain I've ever felt." Jim grinned at Jesse.

"I take it you two have been having good conversation?" Duncan's eyes lit up.

"Always good conversation with a fellow Bay Boy, yeah?" Jesse answered.

"Well not always." Jim interjected, his leg twitching slightly as the needle hit a nerve.

"I knew you two would like each other."

The rest of Jim's tattoo session was conversation between the 3 boys and when Jim got tired of speaking, wrapped up in his tattoo as it was almost done, Duncan spoke to Jesse about their upcoming project, his hand never leaving Jim's for more than a minute. After Jesse finished and got Jim all cleaned up, his snapped a picture of his finished work, then took a picture with Jim. He gave Jim his industrial piercing which was a new level of pain for Jim and Duncan would have the bruise to show for it tomorrow. Jim couldn't thank Jesse enough.

"Wanna go start the car?" Duncan asked Jim. "I'll be out there in 5 minutes."

"Yeah, I will." Jim said, kissing Duncan on his cheek and shaking Jesse's hand one more time. "Thanks again, Jesse."

"Come back and see me, Jim."

"Definitely."

"So how much do I owe you?" Duncan asked, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

"Nothing. Free of charge for a former Bay Boy and a new friend."

"Oh c'mon Jesse. You have to let me-,"

"Actually you know what you can do? You can bring some of those kick ass chocolate chip muffins that you're always making. Oh and two extra for my wife and kid, yeah? Sound fair?"

"Are you sure?"

"Duncan. Chocolate. Chip. Muffins. K? Now get outta here so I can go home. It's rude to keep your lover waiting, y'know?"

"See you at work Monday, J." Duncan smiled as he shoved his wallet back in his pocket.

Duncan hopped in the car with Jim who stared down at his tattoo with the brightest smile on his face even though it was wrapped up and he could barely make it out. He knew the real thing underneath the wrap and that's what kept him smiling. I'm about an hour he'd be able to take it off and look at it whole again.

"Okay." Duncan said, reaching for something in his glovebox. He pulled out a baby blue blindfold. "Put this on."

"But why-,"

"Just put it on. You'll only be wearing it for about 30 minutes, okay? I have something to show you, but I don't want you to see it until we get there." Jim nodded, putting on his blindfold, making it as secure as possible.

"Hopefully it's to get ice-cream. Cause I really want some Ice-cream, Dunc."

"Oh you'll get your ice-cream, don't worry."

"I don't know if I should be afraid now or not." Jim laughed, reaching around until his hand found Duncan's thigh. "Can you at least change the radio? I hate this song." Duncan did as he asked, putting the car in drive and beginning their journey.

The closer the time got, the more nervous Duncan became. What if he messed up? He had gone over his plenty of times with Medina over numerous amounts of phone calls and video calls and plenty of times in his head today, so why was he still so nervous. He glanced over at Jim, who despite being blind folded was having a pretty good time. He was semi dancing and singing along to the song that played on the radio.

When Duncan pulled up to their final destination he was overwhelmed with nostalgia. It's been a while since he's last seen the hotel where he met Jim. Where he laid eyes on the stunning beach boy with beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, and a heart warming smile as he sat a couple seats down from him at the hotel's beach bar. Where he made a decision that would change both of their lives forever and where he was about to make a decision that would change both of their lives once again.

Duncan had actually gotten the room, yesterday, that way is already prepped and ready to go the way he wanted it for the both of them. He managed to leave work a few hours early to meet up with Calvin and Medina who helped him set up the room. Hours and hours spent gift wrapping and rearranging the room, within hotel standards of course. However, not before Duncan gave Medina her own set of gifts, remembering some of the things she had her eyes on from previous conversations.

"Jim is going to love this." Medina said as she sat on the hotel bed, eyeing the limited edition surfboard that Jim had struggled to get his hands on for the past few months because it was always sold out. Little did he know that Duncan had be watching the market too, intensely and as soon as they became available again, he was on it. "Like he might actually shit himself, holy shit. He's been talking about this bad boy for months."

"Trust me." Duncan began, remembering all the conversations between him and Jim about that surfboard. "I know." Duncan looked around each part of the room that had a gift for Jim in it, taking a deep breath. He pulled out the little box he had in his pocket, opening it to look at the ring inside before quickly closing it and sighing.

"Why so gloomy all of a sudden?" Medina asked as she watched Calvin finish wrapping Jim's last gift.

"Not gloomy. Just nervous."

"Nervous why?"

"What if he says no? What if he's not ready? What if I'm not ready?"

"The both of you are ready. Anyone with eyes could see that. I'm surprised Jim hasn't asked you to marry him first, honestly. Most of conversations, when we're done twinning of course, are about you." she began. "He stresses so much about being perfect for you, Dunc. Don't tell him I told you this, but sometimes he'll call me just to cry over the smallest gesture of kindness you show to him randomly throughout the day and of course I'll listen and then we'll laugh about it and I'll tell him how crazy the both of you are. He wants you, forever."

"Alright." Duncan said as he put the car in park, getting out and quickly walking over to Jim's side to open his door. "C'mon. Take my hand."

"This'll be fun." Jim chuckled. "Always wanted to do some sort of trust challenge."

"I'll be sure to hit every wall, okay?" Jim grabbed Duncan's hand allowing for him to get him out of the car. Closing Jim's door, he wrapped his arm around Jim's shoulder, holding him close. Jim in return threw his arms around Duncan's waist. "I got you."

"Can I at least know where we are?" Jim asked.

"You'll know in a second."

"But, Duncan." Jim whined. "I've waited so long and I miss looking at you."

"5 more minutes. 5 more minutes and you can take it off, yeah?"

"Fiiiiiiine." Jim groaned as him and Duncan walked closely together. Jim knew he was in a building, he knew he had gotten in an elevator. He knew there were other people in his building as well, but that's all he knew. Duncan stood him in front of the room door. The same room Jim decided to walk into that night. Room 707.

"Jim, is it?" Duncan asked, eyeing the surfer boy who took up the opportunity to come visit him in his hotel room.

"Yeah..." Jim answered, struggling to maintain eye contact with Duncan.

"Duncan." Duncan said back, grabbing Jim's hand and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him. "So Jim, tell me. What made you take me up on my offer?"

"Adventure." Jim said, turning around and snatching Duncan's towel off of his waist, grabbing him by the back of his neck and kissing him.

Duncan opened the door, guiding Jim inside and carefully through the room and back outside on the balcony where he spent most of his mornings, typing away at a presentation for his past life in DC.

"Okay, you can take your blind fold off now." Duncan said, clearing his throat and now running his hand through his hair for the third time today. Jim loosened the knot with one pull, removing the blind fold from his eyes and taking in his surroundings once his vision adjusted to the city lights. "Any of this look for familiar?"

Of course it did. How could it not? Jim remembered every single interaction they've shared on this balcony, most of them naughty, but not all of them. This is the balcony where he quickly came to realize that he was getting attached to Duncan. He quickly realized that what was suppose to be something quick and fun, was no longer that. He had feelings for Duncan Shepherd.

"So like. How do you make it through so many presentations in a week?" Jim questioned as he sat in Duncan's lap, straddling him as he scrolled through his work emails. He sat in the chair located on the balcony of his hotel room, his other hand, snaked around Jim.

"Lots and lots and lots of caffeine." Duncan answered, sighing, dipping his fingers in the waist band of Jim's shorts. "And right now, you."

"Me?" Jim questioned.

"Yeah because I know the faster I finish." Duncan began, locking his phone and setting down on the side table. He sat up a little bit, placing both hands on the small of Jim's back. "The faster I finish. The faster I get to see you and the faster we get to hangout and play."

### Jim leaned over the balcony railing, Duncan behind him, arms wrapped around him tightly. He rested his chin gently on top of Jim's head, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Jim's stomach. Today had been particularly rough for both boys and when Jim had received a rather urgent text from Duncan, asking him to come see him even though the two were just together this morning, Jim was there.

"Do you ever just feel like what you do isn't good enough?" Duncan questioned.

"All the time." Jim answered. "All the time, but sometimes you have to say fuck it and realize you are enough or it is enough. It'll be hard at first and sometimes for me it still is. It's always going to be, but once you do say fuck it and realize that you are enough, you change. Who's got you feeling like what you do isn't good enough?"

"I don't really want to talk about it just yet. Just want to be close to you." Duncan let slip out, hoping that Jim didn't hear. But he did, but he kept silent, pressing himself further back into Duncan.

### Duncan held Jim in his arms, Jim's legs wrapped around his waist as the two kissed passionately. Jim had his arms wrapped around Duncan's neck, a hand tangled in his hair. And for a moment, the world around Duncan stopped. Here he was, a month a half into his two month long business trip, finding himself falling for Jim. Usually Duncan was pretty straight forward with his one night stands and flings, but not Jim. Jim became more than that after one week because as hard as Duncan tried he couldn't get the boy out of his mind after he took him to breakfast the morning after they hooked up.

"Duncan I-," Jim began, his eyes filling with tears. "You-,"

"No tears." Duncan said, wiping away the few that managed to fall. "Not yet because I need to talk to you. I was going to wait until dinner to do this, but I'm tired of waiting now."

"O..okay." Jim managed to get out, trying his best to hold back his tears again.

*** A trail of clothes led to the bed where Duncan topped Jim from the bottom. His fingers dug deeply into Jim's hips as thrusted upwards at an even pace. A pace that was hitting Jim in all the right places, making him cry out Duncan's name every so often. Jim leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of Duncan's neck, leaving sloppy kisses and love bites as he ran his left hand down Duncan's chest. Duncan grew goosebumps, feeling the cold touch of the engagement ring that now was on Jim's ring finger. And for a moment he stopped, grabbing that same hand and bringing it up to his lips, giving it a kiss.

He rolled the both of them over so that he was on top of Jim now, immediately connecting their lips for an intense kiss. Jim in no way, shape, or form, had any intentions of even trying to be dominant with Duncan this evening. Slowly and without disconnecting their lips, Duncan moved in and out of Jim, Jim already so sensitive in all the right places, whimpering against Duncan's lips and wrapping his legs around his waist. Jim had already came twice riding the mess out of Duncan, already missing the feeling of Duncan's warm and large hands stroking him out, and he was closing in on third, hands free, just like how Duncan liked it.

Finally separating from Jim's lips, Duncan let out a breath taking moan as he bottomed himself out in Jim, moving in circular motions as he pushed into Jim's spot over and over. The both of them whispered sweet and loving words into the others ear, Duncan with his arms cradling the sides of Jim's head. And just as Jim got comfortable with the rhythm Duncan had gotten into, he threw him completely off, speeding up.

"Dunc, I'm so close."  Jim moaned out, scratching down Duncan's back, happy tears forming again in his eyes. "Fuck me harder... please." Duncan didn't even question it. Positioning himself upright now instead of laying against Jim, he kept Jim's legs wrapped around his waist once again, carefully gripping and holding the back of his thigh, not wanting to touch and hurt his fresh tattoo.

He was fucking Jim now, relentlessly, but with a burning passion that said nothing but "I love you.".

"Oh fuck!" Jim yelled, throwing his head back, but Duncan brought his eyes back to him.

"No, don't stop looking this way." Duncan said between his moans, not letting up his thrusts that were quickly becoming uneven. "Want to see your pretty face when I make you cum for the 4th time today." Jim was already making small squirts against his stomach every time Duncan slammed back into, a portion of his back lifting up off the bed every time. He eyes darted between Duncan's and the mess he was creating on himself.  

"I love you, ocean eyes." Duncan moaned as his thrusts became even more sloppy.

"I- I- I-," Jim struggled to get back out, his vision becoming blurry as he neared his end and he could tell Duncan was nearing his end too.

"I know, baby boy. I know." Duncan threw Jim's legs over his shoulders, pinning his arms above his head. Jim wasn't even speaking in full sentences anymore, his moans and pants become broken and desperate and Duncan ruined him. "Cum with me, yeah?"

Duncan looked Jim straight in his eyes as he said that and that was enough for Jim to lose it all. He came, hard, Duncan letting one of his arms go to stroke him out. Now with a free hand, Jim slammed Duncan's lips back against his own, Duncan immediately releasing and moaning loudly into their kiss.

The two laid there for a while, Duncan still inside of Jim, resting his head against his chest, taking in the sound of Jim's now steady heartbeat. And if they didn't have to be at Jim's and Medina's birthday dinner in an hour and a half they could lay here forever.

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oohh how about 8,9, 10 in one scenario with hawks?

Hello!! Ooooo Hawks :0 our best boy and of course I can!! Please enjoy :) ❤️and thank you for requesting!! Also I’m sorry if this is a bit short

Smut prompt list

8.) Heavy Eye Contact

9.) Oral Sex

10.) Public/Semi Public

77.) "Are you doing this because you’re jealous?"

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“God, you always overreact with these kinda things” you said as he set you down. He landed as well bringing you around the corner and to a semi secluded...table?

“Table now” he said in a deep husky tone. You stomp your way to the table and take a seat like a child. Here you were sat on a table on top of a tall building he frequently made his own.

Here’s a little background, you were previously down on the ground. He was saying hello to a few fans a signing things and taking pictures. While that happened you were being “hit on” but some guy passing by you.

To say Hawks was a the jealous type was an understatement. He believed that you were his and only his, leaving almost every male around you as a threat. He came over and told the guy off for even looking your way. Grabbing you by the waist he took off as you held on for dear life to him.

Once settled he gave you a pair of eyes you knew too well. And now here you were sat on a table waiting for the damage to be done. Well in your case this was far from damage.

He came over to you and ran his hands up your knees to your thighs, and under your skirt. His thumbs caressing the soft skin between you thighs.

“Now little dove, do you know what you did don’t you?” He said as he pulled you closer by your ass.

“No i don’t, because I didn’t do anything” you responded

“Well you see I have to show you exactly who you belong to. Apparently guys who see you alone automatically think you’re available” he came close to your neck and started to pepper it with kisses

“I need to make sure you know exactly who you’re with, now spread those legs for me...” he whispered huskily in your ear. Making a shiver run down your spine. You do as your told as you see him get down to level with your core.

He gently blows air onto the air sending more shivers through your body. He pulled you panties down your legs bringing your body closer to the edge of the table. He lifts both your legs on to his shoulders.

He didn’t even try to for play you and dug right in. His tongue taking one long lick up your slit. His lips latched on to your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

You closed your eyes shut as moans spilled form your lips.

Next thing you know you loose all sensation and look down once more in disappointment

“Listen birdie here’s the deal, I want your eyes on me the whoolleee time or I stop” he said neve taking his eyes off of your own. He continues his ravange of your most sensitive area.

You start to run your digits through his golden unruly locks. Just keeping the eye contact made it all the more erotic and pleasurable. it was broad daylight and anyone could fly by or even a helicopter!

Not only that but you were in a building! Anyone could walk on to the roof at any moment. To say the least the risk did turn you in a bit. The though of being caught on the roof, being pleasures to your heart’s content.

To say he knew how to work his mouth was something only you could confirm. Not only was he slick with his words and whips but he knew exactly how to make you see stars.

He slowly began to slip a finger inside your wet tunnel. His finger curled and began a come here motion. His tongue swirled around your clit making you see stars.

You didn’t dare close your eyes as your hips started to ground against him for more friction. You wanted to test the waters and ask him

"Are you doing this because you’re jealous?" You smirk down at him. He looked up at you with those eyes. Those golden hawk eyes that screamed ‘challenge accepted!’

He separated from you for a meant and said “you’re damn right I’m doing it because of that” and with that said he picked you up and laid on the floor. He moves your hips urging you to ride his face.

You now looked straight down into his intense eyes.

From this position not only did you get more sensation but he was now able to plunge his younger inside you. The hot muscle doing wonders to your senses.

“H-hawks..i-im...mmmm close!” Your legs a started today bake as you closed in on your climax. Both his arms held your legs down in place as you balecame messy and sloppy. His tongue inside you as his nose nudged your clit

You soon moan out your end as your legs shook and squeezed his head (lmao).

He lets your legs go as you sat back on his lower stomach allowing him to sit up.

“So dove, who is it that you belong to?” He smirked at you, wiping off the extra liquid from his chin.

You cross your arms in embarrassment and look the other way. You weren’t comparing but you couldn’t. Believe he would do that in public of all places!

“Awh don’t be mad little birdie” he hugged you kissing your head “here I think you need these” he held up your panties on one finger in form of you.

You snatch them right away and look back at him “stupid bird” you mumbled

“Yeah yeah, but I’m your stupid bird.

I’m not so sure about this one hut I howl you enjoyed this one! And thank you for reading!❤️❤️

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