#LOL the glitter is so sloppy.

[s4lv4tions]

innocence and the art of losing it;

pairing; kamo choso x fem!reader (modern!au) wc; 1.1k cw; suggestive content, making out, post-makeout clarity, second hand embarrassment ? lol an; no thoughts just loserboy choso. a virgin who's never kissed anyone who literally hands his heart over the second u bat your eyelashes at him :3

Choso kisses you once — drunk, high, more teeth than lips — in the wish-wash strobe lights of a college house party, and is thrust face-first into obsession.

It’s his first kiss. Yes, he's 22, and his first kiss is a sloppy, intoxicated mess, and he doesn't care. He’s covered in glitter from when someone had thrown a glitter-bomb at the wall above his head, sweating off his eyeliner and face paint, delirious enough to wonder whether his cup is still in his hand or not. But you’re real. Firm and sweet-smelling and voice husky when you bow your head towards him, just as drunk as he is but wearing it far better. Dark kohl lines your eyes, lashes big and dramatic. The kiss is messy and bitter with the lingering taste of vodka, but he presses himself further into it, cheeks hot and ears hotter.

He doesn’t really remember the rest of the night. He remembers the kiss, and your face, and the untrained, inelegant way his tongue had explored your mouth; he remembers how you’d patted his arm after and told him you were gonna go crash in the bath tub upstairs and try to sober up — extended an invitation to him, too — before you disappeared around the corner. It was an invitation he would’ve taken if not for the sudden tugging on his sleeve.

Mahito — grinning all sleazy at the smear of lipstick on Choso’s face — steadies a blacked-out Jogo against one bony shoulder. He whines something about not wanting to take care of him, and Jogo slurs something else (most likely about Hanami, who he'd never had the courage to ask out, and was now dating a "ripped lifeguard"). They’re annoying at best and assholes at worst, but (begrudgingly) Choso admits they’re his friends. He’s never been able to refuse a friend in need.

He mournfully leaves the party — and you, upstairs, lying in the empty bath with a warm blanket and open arms — to help Jogo regurgitate his guts in Choso's apartment. He sobers up pretty quickly between retches, only left with a passing headache and a deep lethargy; still, when Jogo and Mahito collapse on his pull out couch (fully dressed, might he add), he lays in bed, bloodshot-eyed and blushing. He doesn’t know how he found your Instagram — your name’s not even in your username — but he’s staring at your pretty face and scraping his tongue piercing against the back of his teeth. He shouldn’t be doing either of those things. He’s so fucking tired, but he can’t look away.

An OOTD. A coffee cup and a fancy looking pastry. You and your friends hugging each other at a party, grinning and glitter-eyed. Another of you on your own, at a Halloween party last year — because that’s how far he’s scrolled — dressed as Morticia Addams, dark and sultry and smiling all the while. His heart is thudding so hard in his chest he swears it’ll erupt and splatter over the ceiling.

Fuck. Fuck. It’s the alcohol pooling in his stomach, he’s sure — the alcohol rushing from his head to his, uh, smaller head. The faint synthetic taste of your lipstick and the smell of your perfume — sweet and dizzying, good enough to eat — they cloud his head in the same way those incessant clouds of vape and weed had earlier. He remembers how your long, pointed nails had scraped through his hair and brushed against his scalp, shivers rolling down the hunched length of his spine. The softness of your chest against his. You’d been so funny, made him feel so comfortable where he’d normally shut down and go silent. Fuck.

He scrolls further, fixated on every detail — who’s that man standing just beside you? Why is that girl’s hand so tight on your waist? You were part of the Art Society two years ago, he wonders if you’re not anymore. That same year you visited Vienna in the summer, snapping photos in front of the Hofburg in a dark summer dress. Your jewellery makes your eyes look even more sparkly than they are in real life. He’s about to scroll further, when—

❤️ You liked this post.

“No,” Choso mutters to himself, shooting up in bed. “No, no, no, no—”

He fumbles with his phone — drops it out of his hands and then scurries to pick it up again, dread settling over him like a threadbare blanket. Nope, his brain wasn't playing tricks on him. Shamefully, he unlikes the post and turns his screen off, pressing his palms into his eyes.

A post from two and a half years ago. 30 whole months. And he’d liked it accidentally. His stupid fucking thumbs — and it wasn’t like he could play it cool. Even with unliking it, you’ll see the notification. You’ll know that he was snooping. That he was thinking about you.

Fuck. He shouldn’t have drank so much. He shouldn’t have gone to that party in the first place, he had exams to study for and this wasn't the example he wanted to set for his brothers, but — if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have kissed you. And he’d liked it. A lot. He liked you.

Choso stares at his home screen — his brothers and him, all huddled up at one of the tables of their favourite restaurant, taken before he’d left for college. Big grins and glassy eyes and Choso steels himself. If this happened to one of his little brothers, he knows what he’d tell them — to not think too deeply on it, and that everyone makes mistakes. That it’s not the end of the world no matter how much it feels like it. He has to make mistakes so his brothers don't — and how can he preach emotional maturity if he can’t follow through on it himself? Especially over something as small as an Instagram like.

So Choso sets his phone aside and ignores the half-hard problem in his pants, shutting his eyes with a little more force than necessary. He’s going to sleep. He’ll be able to think — and have a cold, cold shower — in the morning. Everything will be fine. You probably won't even notice, who is he kidding. He's sure you get a gazillion likes every day — surely his will be lost in it all.

(Except the morning comes with an Instagram notification that pulls his heart into his throat.

[01:22] stxrgxrl: like what u see? :p

Fuck emotional maturity. Choso’s gonna be sick.)

#choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #choso smut #choso fluff #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk fic #anime x reader #anime fic

[sacrificialdaughterr]

clit warming with abby ??? thinking so many thoughts rn

a/n | sorry if this isn't what you wanted!! lol

tags | abby x reader, smut (barely,) fluff

The pale of the moonlight kissed your skin, a luminescent ray that glittered across your soft features as you slept, haloing you with angelic luster as you rested in your dream-like state of unconsciousness. Abby thought you looked beautfiul. As she undressed herself, peeling the dirt and bloodsoaked clothes from her body in an uncoordinated, sloppy manner until she was down to her boxers and ribbed tanktop, she knew you looked beautiful, could see it with her own eyes as she struggled to keep her attention on anything but where you slept; sprawled out on the sheets in picturesque beauty.

Thoughts swirled through her mind; all of you.

You danced across the backs of her eyelids each time they drooped closed; blinking away the exhaustion that filled her body. Your smile was permanently etched in Abby's mind as if you were a prophecy of something greater, calmer- something she had always needed.

Now she had you- though, that hadn't necessarily been the case today.

Gone since the moment the sun peeked over the horizon, the only time Abby had seen you the entire day had been in the form of her standing by the bedside, admiring the way your nose twitched and eyebrows creased as you slumbered. She had walked for miles, fought off what had to have been thousands- if not millions- of infected as the seemingly neverending day progressed. One close call after the other, she should have thrown herself right in bed and slept for the next day and a half- and yet, the only thing on her mind the second she stepped through the door was you.

She couldn't help herself.. She was only human.

Roused from your sleep by Abby's calloused- yet always soft- fingertips, she brushed loose hair from your face, strands tickling your skin. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness around you as Abby's burly frame came into view, her silhouette outlined by the celestial crescent looming in the otherwise starless night sky.

"Abs.." You breathed out, you voice soft and groggy with sleep as you reached out for the girl as if acting on pure, not-yet-aware-of-your-surroundings instinct. Any awareness you did possess rested solely in Abby, settling in the muscles of her physical form- one you longed to hold after a day spent apart.

With a groan of relief, Abby fell into you, allowing her tense muscles the limpness they craved. It was almost as if her body let out an audible sound of relief, bones and ligaments under the thickness of her skin sighing dreamily as she nuzzled her pouted face into the crook of your neck. "Hi, pretty.." She drawled, her sleepy-sounding words followed by a kiss to the shell of your.

You shivered in spite of your drowsiness, goosebumps prickling on the surface of your skin at the sweet display of affection- though, you couldn't help the feeling that rose in the pit of your stomach, something stirring inside of you as Abby's body weight pressed into you, her heat fuelling a slowly-burning fire that you had suddenly become aware of. "Missed you, baby," Abby continued, her soft lips brushing against your neck as she spoke, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on you from the moment you opened your eyes to see her standing there.

Maybe she was aware. A small part of her, at least, as she began trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, soft noises of contentment spilling from her puckered lips. "D'you hear me? Said I missed you."

Those few words had you realizing you hadn't said a single thing. Your brain had shut down, cut off at the source by the woman who had you caged beneath her, her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head as she gazed down at you. "Missed you, too, Abs," You offered as a weak, slurred response, pressing your palms against Abby's chest that was almost flush against your own.

Though hardly visible- the expression drowned out by the droopiness of her sleepy face- a smug smile pulled at Abby's lips. "What you thinkin' about, baby? Hm?" She questioned, a knowing tone to her voice as she exhaled something akin to a chuckle through her nostrils. "Thinkin' about me?"

Thankfully, the blush that immediately flushed to your face was hidden by the darkness that blanketed the room with obsidian-like shades, each adding to the shadows that casted over both yours and Abby's lustful features. "Mhm.." You swallowed down the lump in your throat in order to respond, your own words- or lack thereof- leaving you with a hint of embarrassment that almost made it hard to breathe.

"Well, 'm right here.." She cooed, a hint of amusement laced in her tone. Then, her amusement faded, the blue irises that filled her eyes almost completely morphing into nothing but dilated pupils as she gazed at you with an expression that was almost doe-like, needy as she leaned down to press her face against your sternum. "God, you smell so good.. Feel so good," She all but groaned against you.

It wasn't long until her kisses gave into their desire to explore every inch of your body, pliable in Abby's grasp as she hooked both her left and her right index finger and middle under the elastic of your underwear- your usual sleepwear consisted of one of Abby's shirts and a pair of shorts, but laziness had overcome you this night. "Just wanna feel you, angel." The tone she used was almost begging; begging to feel you, to be skin to skin. To be connected to you at an almost inseparable extent was something she craved more than the air that she breathed. "Let me?"

Who were you to deny her?

That question alone had always led you to where you are now.

Legs spread around each side of Abby's face, she had her mouth connected to you, rosy lips wrapped around your clit in a manner that spread warmth throughout your body. The feeling flooded through your tree-like veins, travelling to a place of contentment that lived inside of you as your fingers glided across the golden ridges of Abby's braid, scratching at her scalp to try and relieve the tenderness beneath the tightly-wound hairstyle.

She was in heaven; soft grunts spilling from her lips with an undeniable tune of tranquility that graced your ears in muffled form. With her arms hooked around the backs of each of your thighs, her hands grabbed and groped the plush fat of your body she was absolutely obsessed with, keeping her mouth to you as if one of you would disappear if she pulled away - either way, it would be absolutely tragic.

You couldn't help the way your hips twitched beneath her. Couldn't help but whimper ever-so-slightly as, for just a tiny fraction of a second, the feeling that throbbed inside you with an insatiable need was sated.

A thin string of saliva stretching from Abby's pouty lips to the sensitive bud of your clit, you whined when she pulled away, fighting away the temptation to dig your fingers into her scalp and pull her back in- somehow you resisted. "Relax, baby.." She slurred, her body limp with the exhaustion that wanted so desperately to take the lead. "Don't get yourself worked up.. Just wanna feel you.." She repeated, relaying the same words she said that had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

With that, Abby nuzzled her face against the inside of your left thigh with a tired sigh- one that, though low, showcased just how happy she was with this situation; to have you with her, to be right where she was always meant to be. She placed a soft kiss on your skin, a smile pulling at her lips as she took you into her mouth once more.

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson moodboard #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #wlw #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2

[kissforyouu]

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : college boy!jungkook , fwb , situationship LOL , confusing relationship

warnings : angst , fluff (a lil bit) , smut , boob play , protected sex , aftercare , situationships (trigger warning.)

inspired by August - Taylor Swift

a/n : haiii this is my first ever story on tumblr so😭😭😭 hopefully u like it LOL tysm for reading

u can read pt. 2 here

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"You're so adorable, it makes me want to throw up." I roll my eyes at his comment, feeling offended at the term he used but also feeling the flutter of butterflies forming in my stomach. "Throw up? why throw up?" I look away with the brightest smile in my face. "Throw up in a good way. I'll throw up sprinkles and glitter all over you", his nose scrunches up, his doe eyes shining big and bright. They were staring right into mine, although I was trying my best to not look at them. "Hey, look at me", his hand grips on my chin as he raises it up to make me lock my eyes with his. I can't stop smiling, neither can he. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my lips. I watch his lips smack against eachother before they landed right on top of mine. Giggling into the kiss, my fingers caress his jaw gently as our lips continue to dance on eachother. The sound of our lips smacking on eachother, our pace growing from gentle and slow to rough and passionate, and the small whines I let out in the middle of the kiss were all we could hear.

"J-jungkook...", his name leaves my mouth in a small whine. He hums into the kiss, his long fingers now tangled in my hair. His hand travels down to my shoulder, then to the strap of my top before he lazily pulls it down. Then the other strap. The kiss is still ongoing, very sloppy, I don't know how I still haven't pulled away to breath. I want to, but I don't want to let go of his lips. Jungkook's fingers pull down my tank top upto my belly, my breasts out and exposed for him. He pulls away from the kiss, both of us gasping for air. No, kiss me again. Kiss me till I run out of breath. No, don't stop even after that, keep going.

But he doesn't do that again, his eyes now fixed on my breasts. His big hands now on both of them, squeezing very tightly. I bring my lips in between my teeth, watching the way his hands engulf my tits in them entirely. "So perfect for me, baby" his thumb rubs over my nipple, pace gradually increasing. My hips thrust forward, feeling the heat grow right between my legs. His hands squeeze my breasts one more time before his spit lands right between them, his tongue then smearing it all over my chest. His eyes lock contact with mine as he licks, sucks and bites my breasts and nipples. I do nothing but grip his hair even tighter, my mouth falling open with small sinful sounds leaving my lips. "Fuck, mmh...I could come just like this", his lips work even faster after hearing my comment, head bobbing up and down on my tits. Fuck, was he going at it. His lips tug on my nipple, hand slapping my right breast repeatedly. He finally pulls away with a pop, a long string of saliva connecting my nipple and his lips. "Mm, fuck, that was good" his hand leaves a small squeeze to my waist.

"That escalated quickly" a heavy breath leaves my mouth. "Sure did, baby", his laugh echoes through my room. "Do you have anything to do right now?" His eyes scan my room, landing on the pile of books and papers scattered across my table. "I have some research to do, but it's nothing, I could do it later" I was lying, the research was due this friday and it was a whole lot to write and gather information about. But that didn't matter. Not when I was with him. It's foolish, really, I shouldn't be procrastinating my assignments because of him.

"You sure?" He raises his eyebrow as his fingers go through his hair.

"Yep" how could I say no to him.

He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew that so well. But that didn't matter. We were eachothers, right? I mean, we did almost everything together. We've been dating—talking—uh, I don't know, having sex?— for about two months now. But it's not just the sex. He checked on me, made sure I ate, bought me food, made me feel loved. We're basically dating. Although he never put a label to this.

"Alright, lay back down." His body hovers over mine, tall and broad shoulders showing off. The corner of his lips curl into a small smirk, his eyes landing on the very evident wet patch on my panties. I relax my shoulders onto the softness of my pillow, letting him take control over me. The pad of his thumb rubs over my clothed clit, slowly but too slow. I need more. I grind into his thumb, desperately. "Relax, baby. Be patient, okay?" The pace of his thumb increases before his index finger slides my panty to the side. "Fuck," his middle finger glides up and down my folds, my arousal spreading everywhere. I was so wet. I play with my breasts, watching his fingers rub my clit in the slowest most teasing manner.

"Please, want you inside... Now...!" I pull on my nipples, begging for more friction. A cocky scoff leaves Jungkook's mouth, his fingers drenched in with arousal leaving my clit. He plops them in his mouth, licking them clean. "Yeah, you want this?" His fingers grab mine, brushing them against his prominent buldge. My breath hitches at the feel of his dick, hard and ready to be out. I impatiently nod my head. I want him so bad. "Alright, since you've been such a good girl for me.", he presses a small kiss to my cheek. I watch him as he unzips his pants before taking them off, then finally his boxers. His erect cock springs out and hits against his abdomen. I'm staring. I know I am. "So fucking cute. You do that everytime I take my pants off", blush creeps upto my cheeks. "Shut up. Hurry up now, please." I was impatient and I didn't care about how desperate I sounded. Jungkook's smirk grows wider as he spreads both my legs wider, then placing a small kiss on my clit. "Want to eat you out so bad, but since you're so impatient, fine." He presses another kiss on the same spot before his fingers hook onto the waistband of my panties, pulling them down upto my ankle.

He pulls out a condom from his nightstand before rolling it on his dick. He wastes no time after, finally, I feel his dick run up and down my folds and smothering my arousal all over him. I gasp, feeling him enter my pussy. "S–shit, so tight, baby" He bites his lower lip "How many times do I gotta fuck you over for you to losen up, hm?" I wrap my fingers with his and lift my hips up, adjusting to his size. "Y-you can move now." My grip on his fingers tighten when I feel him start to thrust in and out. He starts off gentle. He was big. Very big. It always took me a moment to adjust to his size each time he was inside me. Jungkook's thrusts start to increase now, his sweaty forehead falling onto mine, his eyes glued onto mine. We couldn't stop looking at eachother.

I love you so much.

Everytime we got intimate, he would always look at me. He'd make sure he could see my face. Always. That felt so much more intimate, it felt as if this is just not sex, there's so much more to this. He loves me. He wants me. But why can't he just say it.

"Shit! Shit!" I moan out loud, the noises of our skin slapping and the smell of sex taking over the dorm room. Thank god my roommate was out. "You fill me up...s-so good! Don't stop!" I arch my back even more when his hand slaps my breasts harshly. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, DON'T—" his hand reaches down to rub my clit, roughly. My jaw falls open, eyes squeezed shut. Both our moans blend in together, creating some sort of harmony. "Fuck! Pussy so good!" I moan even louder at his remarks. "Cumming, mm! Faster!" My eyes roll back to the edge of the world, mouth open and wide as his pace fastens even more. I feel my body tremble slowly under him, feeling myself release all over. His thrusts fastens, his face buried in between my breasts. "Fuck, baby, almost t-there!" A grunt leaves his mouth before his body finally relaxes into mine. His full body weight now on top of me, Jungkook's body shudders as he cums into the condom. He still somehow makes sure not to fully crush me with his big physique. I pass my fingers through his sweaty hair, pressing a series of small kisses onto the side of his forehead.

Jungkook straightens his back, then pulls out with a moan. He takes off the now used condom before throwing it in his trashcan. My eyes are still closed. I don't want to open them, I'm too tired. But I do, right after I feel his lips kiss my eyelids. "Let's get you cleaned up?" He tucks my hair behind my ears. I nod, with a small smile, as he wraps his muscular arms around me. Then my body is no longer on the bed, but on him, as he carries me to his bathroom.

Placing me on the sink, Jungkook grabs a few tissues before slowly wiping me. He knows I'm really sensitive, so he takes his time to clean me, gently and softly. Each stroke soft as a feather, I relax into his touch. "Hmmm, jungkookie..." I moan, relaxed. He finishes cleaning me, then placing me on the toilet. "You need to pee." His ruffles my hair. I watch his naked body leave the bathroom, then the door closes. I pee silently, dreaming about the man who just fucked me rough a few minutes ago. Rough, but so gentle and caring.

After I'm done, I get out of the bathroom. Jungkook was on his bed, relaxed and back in his shirt. He gets up right away once he sees me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Jungkook handles me with so so much care, dressing me up in of my hoodies then gently placing me on my bed. I could fall asleep like this.

"Goodnight, y/n" He presses one last kiss to my cheek before he pulls away. His grip on my arm loses, then he fully releases it. I want to ask him to stay. Sleep with me tonight, please. I feel his figure leave my room.

It's okay. He'll come next morning. He's not the type to stay in sleep after sex. I mean, he's never done it.

My eyes flutter open at the sound of the notification from my phone, I immediately roll over to check it. I already know whom it's from.

jungoogie💌 : goodnight babie sleep well

you : i miss u

jungoogie💌 : thought u fell asleep?

you : no im awake rn 😆

jungoogie💌 : sleep

you : no i miss u

jungoogie💌 : me too, thinkin ab u rn. but go to sleep now, i'll see you next morning yeah?

you : okayy fine :( goodnight jungkook❤️

jungoogie💌 : goodnight baby

Without even realising, my feet was high in the air and I was giggling. He's so cute. I want to die. I force myself to close my phone, then I turn around and wrap my arms around my pillow. I imagine it's him, his big and muscular arms wrapped around my body and caressing my back to sleep.

It was the next day, around 12.30pm. No text from Jungkook – yet. It's okay, he'll text me later. He's probably busy. He did mention a few errands that he has to run today.

I pull my glasses up the bridge of my nose, continuing to type on my computer. I was at a café, not the usual one I go to, though. It was really cute, pink interior all the way. Baby pink walls decorated with flower vines and cute paintings all over. Just the perfect place to relax and focus on your work. It was calming here. The food was good too! Maybe I should come here with Jungkook next time.

Wait—Jungkook?

I quickly cover my face with my computer, tucking my beanie down to cover my face more. What was he doing here? I peak slowly, catching the sight of him and some girl. What. The brunette girl giggled shyly, her hand slapping against his chest in a teasing manner. Jungkook's nose scrunches up, his hand was on her arm. Fuck, I know her. Well, I don't know her that well, but I've heard of her enough to know about the small crush she has on Jungkook. They were so giggly, and she was obviously flirting with him. I don't know whether he was going along with it, or whether he was just being nice. Please, Jungkook. Back away, do something, I don't know.

But I thought we were something?

Alright, that's enough. I pull down the hood of my jacket enough to cover my face before grabbing my computer and the rest of my stuff. That's it. I don't talk to him, I don't look at him. I make my way out of the café without making myself noticeable to him. Not that he would, either way. He seemed way too into the conversation he was having with the girl anyway.

It was about 1.00pm now. Realisation was starting to hit me. Slowly, very slowly, what the fuck was happening. I sit on my bed, blankly staring at my room. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Is this the errand he talked about? Is this why he hasn't texted me yet? Cause he was so busy going on a date with another girl?

My eyes scan around the room, thinking about all the things we've done in here. All the places he's had me bent over, all the places we laid cuddling, my table he'd be under to give me head while I was trying to focus on my classes. Fuck. My eyes slowly start to fill up with tears, the grip I had on my bedsheets tightening.

It's okay, y/n, maybe this is why he never put a label to your relationship. But I swear, I SWEAR, we were much more than just...I don't know, friends? friends with benefits? Fuck, I don't know. My chin starts to quiver, the tears finally releasing themselves on my cheeks. I feel them glide down my cheeks, one by one, then dropping down to my lap.

Fuck, I couldn't help but think of the time when Jungkook was in my bed, my head was buried in his chest as he was trying his best to comfort me. He's seen me at some of my lowest, my highest, and he still chose to do this?

What did she have that I didn't?

I flinch suddenly, watching my phone screen light up with text notifications. It was Jungkook, who else.

jungoogie💌 : hi babie, u busy? [delivered at 1.07pm]

jungoogie💌 : ... [delivered at 1.15pm]

wya baby

jungoogie💌 : y/n answer me?? u never leave me on delivered for so long? [delivered at 1.45pm]

jungoogie💌 : aight, im coming over. better keep the door open.

Aw, did it hurt his little male ego that I wasn't responding. Or was it the fact that he really did care. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he was just using me for the whole entire 3 months we've spent together. Or maybe, just MAYBE, that girl was his cousin or something. Maybe he loves me and he did that to make sure he really loved me so that when he didn't really feel anything to the girl, he'd be sure that he loves me for real.

Y/n, you sound so delusional.

After a few moments of trying to calm my breathing down, it all fails and washes away the instant I hear his knocks on my door. They were calm at first, soft and gentle. But the more I ignored them and sat on my bed instead, the louder and rushed they got. I could hear him yelling at me from outside the door to open it.

jungoogie💌 : open the door

I sighed. Getting up I walked towards my door, hesitantly I grip on the handle, twisting it. The door opened, revealing a frustrated Jungkook. His tongue was poking his cheek, eyebrows furrowed. If I hadn't seen what I saw earlier, I'd get on my knees and suck the life out of him right now.

Jungkook glances at me then pushes me aside, gently, before walking in my dormroom. I follow him after closing my door. He lets out an annoyed sigh, "What was all that about?"

I didn't answer.

"You okay, baby?" Don't call me that.

I don't answer.

His eyebrows press into a thin line. He looked so mad and worried. Fuck. "Y/n, I'm asking you something. Answer me, please? Is everything alright?" I shook my head, pressing both my lips against eachother. I was looking away, I didn't want to look at him.

Jungkook sighs. He's had enough. He gets up from my bed, he's now in front of me with both his hands on the sides of my head. He raises my head up and forces me to make contact with him. "Talk", he demanded.

How do I start.

"Jungkook", I took a breath. He listens patiently, listening to me.

"What am I to you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Huh?" I repeat my words once again. "You're my Y/n", he says. I scoff. Placing my hands on top of his, I release myself from his grip then back away. Is he being forreal.

"Where were you today? Enjoying your time at the café?" This time, Jungkook scoffs. Both his hands in the air, he laughs a little. "Really, Y/n? Is this what all this is about? About me being out with some girl?" Oh.

"What do you mean, Jungkook? Clearly you were enjoying your time with her!" I raise my voice just a little.

"So what? I can't hangout with a girl now? Oh, come on, baby." He rolls his eyes. He doesn't care. He doesn't care. Jungkook doesn't care. "Jungkook, you just–you can't just...go be with another girl!" I don't know how to put this, I don't know how to say it.

"Pfft, Y/n, it's not like we're dating, are we?! You aren't even my girl!"

I let out a very audible gasp, my breath hitching. It took less than a second for the tears to fill up my eyes and to overflow. I don't know how to say it but, I didn't like how he had the power to just break my heart into pieces from just a few words. And that's exactly what he did. My hands started to tremble a little. I hated how much affect he had on me. How he could make me feel better with just a word, and how he could make me feel ten times worse with just a word. I hated the affect he had on me. But I loved it at the same time.

I look at him, my eyes red and tears falling down my cheeks non stop. My face was already red, I assume. That's when he realised he fucked up.

"Shit... fuck, baby, I'm sorry, I—"

"That's alright. Get out of my room, please." My voice was shaking. But it was so calm and small. Almost inaudible but I'm sure he heard it.

"Y/n, listen, I didn't mean that. Let me explain myself."

The corners of my lips roll up to form a small smile. "Out, please."

"No, baby, let me explain this to you. I didn't mean anything I said—"

"God, Jungkook, please, I need space! Get out—"

His lips crash into mine, hands tugging onto my shirt. They felt so soft on my lips. His lips moved against mine, gently but so so passionately. And that's what I hated about this moment. I didn't want to pull away. What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook. With all my remaining strength, I add pressure onto his chest before pushing him away from me. His back hits the wall, he looked at me — frustrated, mad, sad, guilty. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to push him away at all. He looked hurt. But that's on him. He caused this. If he just explained to me without going that far, it would've been somewhat okay.

"I'm sorry, but Jungkook, just..." I take a deep breath. I hold my hands out, signalling stop. "I want to be left alone." He opens his mouth to say something, but stops. He just nods. Jungkook takes a few steps forward, but stops mid track to look at me.

"Call me? Or-or text me? Please." He says.

I don't look at him but lightly nod my head. I feel more tears coming in when I felt his arms wrap around my figure, pulling me into his embrace. He held me tight, really tight, as if he never wanted to let go. I could tell his heart sank down at me not embracing him back. I wanted to. But I didn't. Fuck, it was so hard not to.

Okay. Fine. Fuck you.

I slowly raise my arms upto his waist, wrapping them around his waist. I take a step closer to feel him even more, my face brushing against his hard chest. I could feel his heartbeat, fast, banging in my ears. His body felt warm and secure, as always, but I don't anymore.

You know what, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I shouldn't do this. Maybe I'm overthinking. But FUCK, no, it's him. His fault. He caused this. Right? If he just...I don't know...IF HE JUST...made his feelings clear. Put a label on us. Please.

I was the first one to pull away. My hands were now back on my sweater, tugging onto the ends as I nervously stared at the floor.

"Out." I watch my tear fall down to the carpet. I don't look up at him.

I feel his figure slowly walk out of my dorm, the last thing I hear being the door closing with a loud thud.

And that was my breaking point.

The second he walked out, I felt my knees wobble as I fell down to the floor. I don't have the energy to get up.

For him, maybe all of this was just us fooling around. Having sex. Nothing more. But for me, it was so much more different. I didn't want less, I didn't want anything more — but sometimes, I did. I imagined us in a relationship, dating, having the privilege to call eachother boyfriend and girlfriend — but even if it wasn't like that, I would've been okay.

To live for the hope of it all, cancelling my plans just in case you'd call and say "meet me behind the class". So much for the hope of it all.

Maybe, you were never mine.

#Spotify #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #smut #jungkook smut #bts jk

[dominantslasherking]

(whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

Jed Olsen/Ghostface [DBD] With dominant male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Jed was extremely hyper and more excited about his killing rounds today, specifically because the newest killer [Name] which the entity is known to favor most of the time, is going to be on a duo kill session with him.

And god was Ghostface obsessed with this handsome killer, just seeing him walking around with his weapon got Jed all riled up. Of course [Name] wasn't a completely silent killer, when he did talk his voice was so fucking husky that Jed nearly jumped the killers bones every time he hears him speak.

Jed was simply glad the entity decided to change the games up a bit, with more survivors in the round and more killers to even it out, "Heyy, buddy--ole pal!~" Jed teased his smaller frame walking right next to your right side his mask was pointed upwards to look at you since you were much taller then he was.

You simply stayed silent looking down at the other killer both of you felt your bodies tingle, meaning you were getting teleported into the map.

Once you were teleported you wasted no time searching for survivors, Jed following you eagerly, once Jed spotted a survivor who was hiding, he smirked under his mask, taking the chance to sneak up behind the survivor and slash at their back.

Jed grabbed the survivor and placed his knife on their neck, "Listen here bitch, if I even see you struggling just a tiny bit I'm going to slice my neck into your flesh and then chop your head off!" Jed hissed into the Survivors ear, before gripping the survivor's hair with his free hand.

He threw the survivor at your feet, "I got this one for you.." Jed bashfully whispered, kicking the survivor's stomach for trying to grip at your ankles. "You---stupid---!!!!STOP TRYING TO TOUCH HIM!" Jed screamed crazily, plunging his knife into the survivor's back, over and over, until his mask and the dirt was drenched in blood.

"I'm...oh gosh so sorry, I stole your kill--" Jed whimpered under your gaze noticing you tilting your head at him, his heart beating rapidly at your full attention. "I was, just so jealous, I'm your number 1 fan after all" Jed slowly whispered getting up off his feet, Jed could hear your slow deep breaths, "Are you angry?" Jed asked leaning against your chest in a testing manner.

Jed felt something hard press against him, causing him to freeze, his body shaking a little from the realization passing through him. "Oh....ohhh~" Jed let out a little chuckle as he pressed himself harder against your body, his hand sliding down to grab your hard length.

"Fuck, is this for me? You're so fucking huge, oh god, oh god!" Jed pushed the dead body out of the way getting on his knees, he was about to release your cock from your clothes but was interrupted by a survivor running past.

Ghostface shot up, "I'll get them, okay? Then I will help you with your...problem---big problem, later, after the games~" Jed purred, his thoughts filled with lust at taking your cock for himself.

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The game had finished, obviously, the two killers winning, right now both Jed and [Name] were currently somewhere in the killer's section of the forest, far away from the survivor's border or any other slashers.

Jed's mask was on the floor, relentlessly sloppy and wet gagging sounds filling the entire area.

Tears glittered in his eyes as you were gripping his soft hair and fucking his wet craven mouth. Jed was sucking in his cheeks letting his tongue run along your cock eagerly, his saliva going all over as he choked on your cock.

His throat was being stretched open from your length sliding in and out of it, it was obvious that this wasn't the first round as Jed's face, was covered in cum, and there was cum dripping out of his mouth and onto his neck.

With a pop You slid out of his mouth, Jed suddenly caught his breath and looked at you, "Pleaseee~Cmon please~ I really want more of your cum!~" Jed cried out, his hand resting on your thigh as he opened up his mouth, showing you the cum on his tongue as he stuck it out eagerly to taste more of your cock and the sweet nectar that flowed down his throat.

You complied, jamming your cock back in, at the clearly happy Slasher who looked up at you as he took your cock inside his mouth.

#yandere danny johnson x reader #yandere danny johnson x male reader #yandere danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x male reader #yandere jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x male reader #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen #yandere jed olsen x male reader #yandere ghostface #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x reader #yandere ghostface x male reader #yandere ghostface x reader #ghostface #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x male reader

[cryptidcorners]

Fire's Your Friend ~ — Billy Burn x GN!Reader

Description: You meet your boyfriend Billy after weeks of radio silence. Luckily, he's still the bastard you know and love.

# No Request

# A.N: I wrote this before I watched the film and it's been rotting in my notes LOL!!! enjoy

Media: Burn [ 2019 ]

Character: Billy Burn

Tags: Events Take After Burn, Established Relationship, Slightly Suggestive? If You Squint, Flirting, Fluff, Kissing, Sweet Talk + Reader is !GN.

Warnings: Mentions of Blood/Injury, Smoking

TOS. Billy Burn Master List {TBW}

The sunset was red in the clouds and cold, ill air was sinking into the emptying lot, while a few silent pedestrians roamed to watch the light flee, it was still lonley in your eyes. 

Billy's lighter was busy in your hands, as you found mindless entertainment in flicking the steel trap and running your fingertips in it's maze-like design. Though, toying with a relic from a phantom wasn't widowing away your impatience.

You cupped your face reluncantly due to the ice trailing on your cheeks as nighttime brimmed into the silent square. The wild, warm colors from buzzing advertisements and wasping vehicles flickering like holiday lights on a street a few yards away (which were walled with barbed wire) hadn't even distracted you, since your cocky companion was fresh in your mind. 

You set the lighter ablaze, eyes fixed on the fire. It reminded you of your life, reminded you of the outside, reminded you of Billy. He was so dangerous, yet you found yourself on his porch every night enjoying his company. Though, you hadn't entirely gotten used to his trips. He'd pack nothing but a few dollars for gas, a firearm and some fake ID from God knows where. You prayed he'd come back in one piece, hopefully not with mobs on his tail. 

"Don't you know it's dangerous to put fire so close to your face?" A voice said with a wry chuckle. "Or, is it nothing you've felt before?" Billy, with a great sigh, sat next to you. He looked breathless, as if he had ran a marathon, twice. Relief filled your bones and you felt weak already, "Billy." 

Then, your eyes flickered wildly. 

He turned his head, revealing his scarlet soaked side glittering under the moonlight. 

"Oh, my God. Is that blood? Billy—" Your concern was icy. Billy immediately tensed and shook his head, 

"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, it's just . . . there." He assured with a sloppy attempt to grap your shoulder. "It's been a while." 

You knew he had a short fuse, and he looked tired enough. You bit back another pester, "Yeah, it has." 

Billy's warm grasp shock your fingertips as he gently took his lighter back, purposely caressing your hand just to tease. To your annoyment (and his amusement), it had worked and you felt your face warm. Billy sighed and eyed a pack of cigarettes slipping out your pocket. He then shook his lighter in front of you, "Mind giving me a smoke?" 

You laughed softly. "Really? You want me to do it for you—again?" Billy groaned playfully, throwing his head back lightly with a low giggle. He then teased, "It's been a long night. And I'm just so tired, you can give me some hospitality, can't you?" Billy added. "I know you're soft for me." 

"Careful now." You ruffled his hair affectionately, "I'm just lighting a cigarette." You set the cigarette between his curved lips and you lightly pushed him upwards, nails trailing down blue jacket. He chuckled again, gaze softening. "Don't leave me waiting."

"You've left me waiting for a week." You remarked with a waving the lighter in circles. "I can go as slow as I want to, but I won't—at least not tonight anyway." and you began sparking flashes of firelight on the edge of the coffin nail. 

He held back another chuckle behind the smoke, already melting into your touch and leaning more foward than he needed to. Smoke filled the air, and after a long inhale, you pulled the cigarette back and let him flood his pent out exhaustion with the most fragile exhale you've ever heard in your life. You flared as he brought himself dangerously close, "I missed that. Smoking didn't feel worth it without you when I was away, I couldn't bring myself to do it." 

"Were you feeling sendamental or do you not know how to light a cig anymore?" You quizzed. His cheeks flushed with another cocky smile. You ran your fingers across his red face, which had earned a massive flinch. Your pressure eased and you reeled your fingertips down to his chin.

Billy sighed, speaking between the smoke as his eyes domesticated into something soft. "You know, fire isn't so bad. Hot, dangerous, pretty." 

"Are you seriously talking about yourself?" You couldn't help but giggle, tucking his slick locks between his ears as you melted into his gaze. 

"Am I wrong?" He teased and you felt his fingertips lightly trace across your cheek. Billy signaled you to take the cigarette back, and he blew a cloud into your face with a devious chuckle. You coughed, "Dick." 

He rubbed his neck, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. It's funny seeing your face get all sour like that." and he planted a sweet kiss on your forehead — delicate and short as it was, it still made you feel all fuzzy. Billy noticed, "I'm sorry I've been so absent. There's been so much on my ass and . . . God, I'm sorry." 

"Look, look it's okay." You hushed. "I'm just glad you came back in one piece," Then, you mumbled, "But, you seriously need to tell me what happened to you." 

He said slowly, "Gas station." 

"A gas station? Is that—all you're going to tell me." 

"If you light me another, I'll give you three more words for context." He offered. And you didn't even think about resisting.

#🔥 Billy Burn #billy burn #billy burn x reader #billy burn x you #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #burn 2019 #burn #jhutch #writers on tumblr #writing #billy burn fluff #mike schmidt #josh futturman #crazy over him actually!!!!!!!

[nametakensff]

🤧💣 steddie??

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I torture E/ddie more often so I thought I'd go with S/teve this time. Hope you enjoy! 💕

S/teve has a nasty cold that's left him miserably congested; E/ddie suggests he try Chhinkni with pretty impressive results

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, modern AU so I could insert a Chhinkni scenario lol, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, masturbation, little bit of verbal teasing / dirty talk, E/ddie catching S/teve's sneezes, care-taking, tissues, mess (but not described too explicitly), contagion, manually induced sneezes, natural cold sneezes

NSFW as per, so under a read more - you know the drill

“Come on, Stevie. I think it’ll really help.”

Steve glanced warily at the vial of chhinkni powder Eddie held in his outstretched palm. His boyfriend, perched next to him on the side of the bed, peered up at him with a soft, crooked smile, and the younger man could already feel his resistance weakening. Stupid Eddie and his stupidly gorgeous everything. He coughed gently and nestled back further into the pillows Eddie had arranged for him so that he could sit up, as if even the closer proximity to that little container could cause him imminent damage.

“I don’t know, Eds…I don’t think I could take burning sinuses on top of all th-his congest…ion-!! HAH-AAESSSHUU!!”

Steve lurched forward with a powerful sneeze, barely catching the last of it with a shaking palm. It had been a huge, spraying affair - he licked the resulting moisture off his lips and grimaced slightly at the droplets glittering on his palm. He sniffled experimentally to see if the force of it had been enough to shift anything in his nasal cavities, but no cigar. The mess stubbornly sat there in his sinuses, leaving them throbbing miserably. His head felt like it weighed a ton.

Eddie reached out with a tissue and scrubbed away at the spray on Steve’s palm.

“Oh, bless you, honey…” He practically sighed, voice a breathy mixture of arousal and concern.

Steve knew if his hand had faired that badly against the sneeze, Eddie had absolutely received the brunt of it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t care – he actively wanted Steve to let loose around him – and normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Steve would love to see the older man come down with a sneezy, sniffly cold, especially one he had given to him, but this particular sickness was so unbelievably miserable that the usual enjoyment of allowing himself to be a sloppy mess around Eddie was tarnished by the concern that he could make him feel as awful as he himself currently did.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t see that one coming.”

Eddie shook his head, looking at Steve with so much adoration that he felt his stomach fluttering in return.

“No, baby, you’re fine. Just let them out as they come. Did that help at all?”

Steve sighed and leaned back into the pillows.

“No. Still completely stuffed up. Fuck, this sucks!”

Eddie gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Stevie. I really think the chhinkni’d help you out. Just a little bit! You’ve been sneezing all day anyway, what’s a dozen more?”

Steve shot a deadpan look his way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Pervert.” He teased.

Eddie just grinned at him and softly batted the side of his head.

“You’re a menace. And yeah, I would like that, because it would probably ease your suffering, you stubborn ass!”

There was no malice in his tone, but Steve didn’t miss the genuine creeping exasperation that lingered underneath.

He felt bad for worrying his boyfriend – it wasn’t as though he had intentionally decided to block his own sinuses up to the point of consistent mouth-breathing and feeling his ears pop every time he attempted to breathe through his nostrils. He should be leaping at the chance to end this misery. But the chhinkni…

They’d both learned about the sneezing powder online the way any other person with their shared fetish had – it seemed like an absolute dream come true with the way it teased prolonged, intense fits out of anyone who tried it, and they’d jumped at the chance to try it themselves. They had, however, had mixed results.

Eddie had volunteered to go first when the package had arrived. However, in typical Eddie fashion, he had been overly enthusiastic with the initial dose, entirely uninterested in following the recommended guidelines. He’d snorted a line of it like cocaine, and minutes later he’d been sneezing so much Steve eventually became worried he’d hyperventilate. When he’d finally managed to get Eddie under control, forcing him to blow his nose and take measured breaths, they’d both been too freaked out to go near the stuff again for weeks. Never mind the fact that Steve had orgasmed untouched in his jeans as he held his boyfriend bucking repeatedly in his arms.

They’d tried again with Eddie, this time taking the correct dosage, and found that it worked just as well as his pollen allergies without the prolonged suffering that occurred if he overexposed himself to some particularly strong flowers. It was a success, and the little vial was placed in their nighstand with the plethora of other inducing tools they kept on hand.

Following Eddie’s persistent requests and the mounting pressure of his own curiosity, Steve eventually gave in and decided to indulge his boyfriend. His nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Eddie’s (though that wasn’t saying too much – he’d never known another person alive as sensitive as the dungeon master), but he was still a little worried about having a negative reaction. Eddie had insisted that that one time was because he had been a moron and not because of anything wrong with the powder itself. Steve eventually agreed he was probably right, and he had gotten off enough times to his boyfriend’s reaction to the stuff that it was only fair he try it himself.

He'd snorted a small, pea-sized amount of powder, and leaned back where he perched on his boyfriend’s lap, waiting for the magical stuff to take over. Said metalhead looked up with eyes practically boring into him with lust, gripping his hips tightly in anticipation for what they both hoped would be a lengthy and violent reaction. Unfortunately, Steve had only sneezed once, a throaty and tortured “HARRRSHHHUU!!!” left hanging between them before he had hissed in pain and clutched at his face.

30 minutes later, after an intense nasal irrigation operation involving a nettie pot and their bathroom sink, Steve leant forward, bleary-eyed and exhausted with a concerned Eddie rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. Eddie had been devastated, blaming himself completely for Steve’s unfortunate reaction, which Steve had repeatedly assured him was not his fault. They’d called it quits for the evening, neither of them feeling like fooling around anymore. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms watching some dumb 80s slasher movie, and in the morning Steve had sworn off the chhinkni for life.

Which was why he was currently eyeing the distinctive little vial with undisguised distaste. But Eddie seemed adamant that he try it, and he had to admit his resolve was steadily wavering.

“You know, before our little…community discovered this stuff, it was made specifically to ease congestion from colds. It’s literal cold medicine, Steve.”

Steve scoffed at that. Eddie pointedly ignored him.

“I mean, dude – I know you had a bad time before, but that was when you weren’t already stuffed the fuck up. It shouldn’t burn – honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll feel anything right now. Your airways are totally blocked.”

Steve supposed he had a point.

“But if my airways are blocked, will it even do anything?”

Eddie smiled encouragingly at him, eyes glittering and making it impossible for Steve to look anywhere but at his boyfriend.

“Only one way to find out, big boy.”

Steve sighed. Okay. He was going to do this – for Eddie, he told himself. He honestly wasn’t sure he could feel much worse than he did in this moment. Even if he experienced a little bit of burning, it might at least make his nose run enough that he’d be able to actually blow it.

“…Fine. I’ll snort some.”

Eddie’s entire body seemed to both slump in relief whilst simultaneously beginning to buzz with anticipation. Steve could tell he was trying his best not to look too eager and was failing magnificently. He was such a dork. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest a little, out of both adoration for Eddie and a kind of twisted excitement at what he was about to do. He hoped he would sneeze. He hoped it would actually be a productive affair. He hoped Eddie would like it.

“Oh my god, finally!”

Eddie sighed dramatically and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Perhaps it was the angle at which he was sat, the timbre of the laugh vibrating against his irritated sinuses, an errant cold-induced tickle – maybe all three – but it was with a sudden and pressing urgency that he realised he very much needed to sneeze. He sucked in a desperate gasp to fuel his release, reddened nostrils flaring angrily.

“AEEESHHH!! TIISSSHHH!! HAH’TSSSSHHH’UU!!” He aimed the sneezes lazily at an upraised hand, smirking a little as he wound down from them at the unmistakable sound of Eddie moaning and the sensation of his body sitting up ramrod straight beside him. He looked at his boyfriend through heavy-lidded eyes.

“’Scuse me. Tickled.”

Eddie, blushing a particularly pretty pink, cursed before laughing breathlessly.

“Getting a head-start, Harrington?” He chuckled as he twisted the cap off the small container.

“Just giving you a preview, Munson.” He teased, then laughed as Eddie lurched forward to press tiny kisses all over his face.

“Just hope this works for you. My poor, stuffy baby.” Eddie crooned as he sat back with the vial.

Steve watched as his boyfriend lifted the open container up to his own nose before taking a deep inhale through flared nostrils. The effect was almost instantaneous. Eddie shook with a fierce fit of irritated sneezes, aimed at Steve’s duvet-covered lap.

“Ehdd’tchu! Ngxt’chiew! Ts’zieww! H’tchu! HEH! ENGXT’tchiiewww!!”

He shook his long curls back from his face and grinned up at Steve, eyes twinkling.

“Whew! That felt so good. Stuff’s still strong as ever.” He rubbed his nostrils roughly with the knuckle of a crooked forefinger. Steve shuddered at the pleasant thrum of arousal the little fit and Eddie’s teasing comment produced.

“Bless you, Eds. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Now hurry up and put me out of my misery.”

Eddie smirked at him, looking as devilishly cheeky as he always did when he successfully turned Steve on.

“Your wish is my command.”

With practiced caution, the older man shook a small amount of powder onto the webbing of skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Holding the hand steady, he placed the open vial on their nightstand and looked up at Steve, undisguised excitement burning in his chocolate eyes.

“Ready, Stevie?”

Steve hummed an affirmative and leaned forward. Eddie guided his hand up to the younger man’s face and held it there, resting his thumb and fingers on Steve’s cheeks. Steve gingerly pressed his nostrils to his boyfriend’s hand, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling forcefully through his nose, sniffing up the powder. Steve was too focused on the sensation to notice Eddie shaking slightly in response to the former jock’s warm, damp nostrils gently suctioning at his skin.

Steve leaned back, sniffing experimentally. Eddie had been right – he was, in fact, so stuffed up he couldn’t even make out the scent of menthol. It didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, but he’d rather that than the burning. Eddie was watching him keenly, almost without breathing. Steve snuffled again – absolutely nothing.

Feeling almost as if he’d let his boyfriend down, he opened his mouth to speak –

“HAHHYISSSSHIEWW!!!”

And sneezed instead.

Both men jumped, absolutely blindsided by the thunderous sneeze. Steve had been forced forward with the cringing effort of it, Eddie reaching out to steady him by the shoulder instinctively even as he felt the spray settle on his face.

“Jesus H Christ, Steve!”

Eddie felt his cock throb in his jeans which were suddenly all too tight, ears ringing. His eyes scanned Steve’s face, took in his crumpled expression, looking every bit as ruined as he himself felt. Steve let out a sound between a shaky exhale and a whimper and attempted to maintain eye contact with him, despite the tickle forcing his eyes slowly shut.

“S-sorr-ih-HIHH-!! HAEGGSHOOO!!”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as another mist of spray burst across his cheeks and lips.

“Bless you, honey. No sorry, love, it’s okay - are you okay?”

Steve nodded, squinting against the tickle. God, it didn’t burn but it buzzed, a ticklish sensation taking root at the base of his nostrils and seeming to pulse out in waves across the centre of his face. It was so intense, but not quite enough, the fit he’d been hoping for just out of reach.

“I’m – I’m okay….God, Eddie, it tickles so much but I c-can’t-!”

He cut himself off with another huge inhale that left him just as quickly as it culminated. He shook his head gently, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“Ugh. False start.”

“…Mmf.”

Steve watched his boyfriend squirm, squeezing his legs together. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was attempting to calm his erection or was seeking further stimulation. He smiled – or his lips attempted to curve into one despite the tickle teasing his sensitive nostrils. He felt a little ridiculous given the circumstances, but he’d long abandoned any feelings of genuine embarrassment regarding his pre-sneeze expressions – around Eddie, at least. The first time he had shyly attempted to duck away into his shirt collar to hide an openly tortured grimace, Eddie had softly pulled his chin up to watch every little detail as he fell to pieces in front of him.

Steve sniffled forcefully, hoping the action would spark up a tickle strong enough to send him over the edge again, but all he earned for his efforts was a quick flurry of angry coughs. This was so unbelievably frustrating – he had sneezed with no indication he was about to at all, but now felt as though he was trapped in an endless purgatory of fruitless buildups. The tickle buzzed so terribly that his eyes were leaking tears of bitter irritation down his face. He whined, feeling the older man rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“It won’t-! HH!!....I can’t-!! HAHDDT-!! Ohhh….”

He groaned in frustration as the tickle teased him, taking him right to the edge before cruelly denying him any release. He heard Eddie mutter under his breath. He gasped his way into another buildup with the same result.

“Ok, I think you might need some – manual intervention.”

Eddie squeezed his shoulder before rooting around in their nightstand drawer. Steve watched as well as he could through the blur of tears as his boyfriend emerged with a clothes tag gripped triumphantly between a thumb and forefinger.

“How’s this, baby? Gonna let me tickle those sneezes out for you?”

Steve nodded after another particularly desperate false start.

“Please.”

Eddie wasted no time in tilting Steve’s head back, exposing his twitching nostrils for easier access. The older man clucked his tongue as he took in the swollen interior of them.

“God, honey, this is such a nasty cold you’ve caught….”

Steve whined impatiently. Message more than received, Eddie slipped the end of the tag into his right nostril, prodding and twisting insistently, almost as desperate for Steve to sneeze as the younger man himself. For two minutes thereafter, Steve continued to gasp uselessly. Eddie chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the prickle of concern as his boyfriend seemed trapped in an endless loop of hitch, gasp, exhale, repeat.

In a last-ditch effort, Eddie switched the tag to his left nostril. Only a few prods later and Steve felt his breath scissor, this time more deeply, and he just knew that he was going to sneeze. Eddie seemed to notice the difference and pushed the tag deeper, pressed up harder. With one final inhale that filled his straining chest to capacity, Steve hovered momentarily on the precipice of release before mercifully, finally pitching forward with the resulting paroxysm.

“HAHGK’TISSSSHHH’IEWW!!!”

He moaned in relief, luxuriating in the shiver that most powerful sneeze sent down his body as it rocked though him. The tickle flared again, and the process repeated.

“TISSSSHH’IEEW!! ITSCHHHH’IEWW!! HAEESSHHHOOO!!”

He felt Eddie’s arms reaching out to support him, heard him muttering words of encouragement.

“There you go, baby. Bless you – Bless you!”

Steve shuddered, the undeniable pleasure of sneezing openly after such a long buildup combined with Eddie’s loving words in his ear leaving his head swimming.

“I ca’hannt s-stop-!! Hah-!! Hah-HEH!! Hh-HH-HEHhh!! HRRRSHH’IEWWW!!”

With that latest sneeze, Steve felt the congestion shift, blessedly loosening and starting to hang in thick strands from his flared nostrils. He blindly fumbled to raise a hand to cup around his mouth and nose, knowing the rest of his fit would be heavily productive. He felt Eddie lower his hand to the duvet and tenderly press his own tissue-clad palm up to his trembling mouth.

“It’s okay, Stevie, I’ve got you.”

Steve bucked forward immediately into the protective cover of the tissues, another colossal sneeze tearing at his throat.

“HEEEEIGGXXSSHHHHhhh!!”

It was intensely messy, filling the tissues as the result of his cold burst out into the folds. Luckily, Eddie didn’t miss a beat, and expertly switched the bundle for a new one, wiping Steve’s nostrils clean as he went. Steve could do nothing but sneeze and sneeze, thinking he was done before another tickle would pitch him forward helplessly, eventually ending up almost entirely in his boyfriend’s lap.

A brief pause left Steve panting against Eddie’s palm. He had lost track of how many times he’d sneezed, but he knew he wasn’t done. The interrupted tickle threatened to simmer down into that dissatisfying, torturous buzz once again - Steve groaned and desperately rubbed his tingling nose into the tissues, nostrils flared wide. He felt the familiar tickle of his boyfriend’s fringe brush against his forehead before the welcoming sensation of Eddie’s lips pressed against the bridge of his nose. Eddie hummed, and the vibration of it teased the tickle back into fruition.

“H-hohh Goddd-!! HAAHHH’TSHHHH!! TISSSSHHH’IEWWW!! HARRRESHOOO!! HHH’RISHHHH!!!”

Steve erupted, each sneeze seeming to vibrate in the air of the room, the sheer volume of them almost deafening. He almost felt as if he would make himself jump had he not known exactly when he was going to sneeze.

After another few minutes, he at last felt the sneezes beginning to wind down. He sat back, mouth hanging open, tongue pressing itself insistently against his bottom lip in an attempt to usher in the remaining tickle. He felt Eddie pressing soft kisses to his forehead, across his closed eyelids, over his cheeks. The metalhead reached up, tissue in hand, and rubbed the tip of Steve’s nose in a circular motion to encourage the sneeze, tracing the arches of the younger man’s damp, flared nostrils. With a final jiggle applied to his septum, Steve sucked in one last, huge breath and leaned into the sneeze for all it was worth.

“HADDT-!!! HAAHHH’GIITTTTSH’IIEWWwww!!!”

He moaned in the aftermath, limbs tingling and head throbbing, though not unpleasantly. Slumping into Eddie’s embrace, he focused on the sensation of his boyfriend’s warm hand stroking up and down his trembling back, snuffling wetly into the tissues pressed to his face.

“Blow for me, love?”

Eddie held the tissues securely around his nose, and Steve felt a flutter of relief in his chest when he was able to blow productively into them. He paused to allow Eddie time to switch the tissues before going several more times, the older man pressing kisses to the top of his head.

Finished, he slumped back against his pillows, shaking like a leaf but feeling better than he had all day. Eddie swiped at his nostrils a few more times before leaning forward and capturing Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss. Steve was the first to break away, coughing convulsively into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hummed in sympathy, patting his back.

“Sorry, man. Got carried away.”

He chuckled apologetically, wiping the younger man’s bottom lip clean of moisture.

“S’okay.”

Steve reached out and twirled a lock of Eddie’s curly hair around his finger. He took in the ravenous expression on his boyfriend’s face, the deep flush that spread across his cheeks. He was panting almost as much as Steve had after coughing up half a lung. The former jock let his eyes drop to the tent in Eddie’s jeans, almost comically erect. He smirked.

“You could have touched yourself, dude.”

Eddie laughed breathily, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

“Had to look after you. Nearly came a couple of times, honestly. That was fucking impressive, Harrington. Mind if I-?”

“Please. I want to watch you.”

Eddie exhaled shakily, nodding his head and shimmying his tight black jeans and underwear down his thighs. He licked his palms a couple of times – pointless, really, given how wet the tip of his cock already was – and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft. Steve hummed in appreciation, taking in the hardness and almost bruised colour of the phallus. The older man was right on the edge of orgasm. He sniffled and watched in satisfaction as Eddie’s cock twitched in response.

“You’re so – hah – incredible, Steve-“

Eddie started to stroke himself in earnest, his free hand clutching the bed covers as he gazed into Steve’s eyes.

“You had – fuck! – such a tickle, baby…”

Steve sighed, purposely exaggerating the sound of it into a semi-orgasmic moan for his boyfriend’s benefit. Eddie’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing and dripping precum down his knuckles. Steve felt his own cock twitch half-heartedly in response. The sneezing fit had left him shattered, far too tired to touch himself, but he could still feel the steady pulse of his own arousal thrumming through him in response to the sight of his boyfriend working his gorgeous cock.

Just because he was too tired to have an orgasm didn’t mean he couldn’t help Eddie with one of his own.

“Such a tickle. Felt so good to sneeze, Eds. Wanted to sneeze for you.”

Eddie cursed and reached frantically for one of Steve’s used tissues, burying the head of his cock into the damp folds.

“Did you like it, baby? When I sneezed into your hands? I know you wanted it all over your cock the most. Drenching you with my spray.”

He knew that would do it. He nestled back into the pillow with a satisfied sniff, watching Eddie’s back arch as his climax rushed over him. The orgasm looked intensely gratifying, the metalhead’s face a rictus of ecstasy, cock jumping in his palm and filling the sticky tissue with his cum. Sighing happily when his climax abated, the older man sat in place for a moment before tossing the ruined tissue aside and lifting his arms over his head in a full body stretch. He reached for the glass of water on their nightstand and held it to Steve’s lips, urging him to drink before taking a swig of his own.

“Holy shit, Harrington. You’re gonna kill me one day.”

The dungeon master shucked off his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head.

“Mind if I get into bed with you?”

“Mmmn…”

“’Mmmn’?”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

Eddie crawled up his body and planted a hand firmly on either side of his head. Steve grinned up at him, feeling loopy with exhaustion.

“Steve, baby, light of my life, if this is an actual, genuine concern of yours at this present moment, I hate to be the one to break it to you. But if there was any chance of preventing my catching this fucking plague you have brought unto our household, that was before you sneezed in my mouth when I went in for a kiss this morning.”

Steve giggled.

“Whoops.”

“’Whoops’, he says. If that wasn’t enough, sweetheart, those last fifty sneezes really sealed the deal.”

“Wasn’t…f’fty….”

Steve felt himself starting to drift off.

“Gonna sleep, champ?”

“Mmm…”

He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm where it cupped his cheek.

“Okay. You’ve definitely earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He could hear the smile in his boyfriend’s voice.

“Mm’L’ve you…”

“Love you too, baby.”

#i added a little bit of sneezing from e/ddie #as a treat <3 #nametakenfic #s/tranger t/hings #snz kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snz fet #sneezefic #sneeze kink

[lovejosephquinn]

Since it’s getting closer to that time of the year, do you think you could write something about Joe during the Christmas season? It could be something fluffy like decorating the tree and baking sweets during your first Christmas together OR possibly something a little more spicy with the idea of Joe playing Santa and it goes along with the “Santa Baby” song ?

I’ll let you pick which one you want to do bc I’d be happy with either scenario! You always do such a wonderful job so whatever you write I know will be amazing 🤎 (I wouldn’t be opposed to you somehow combining both ideas into one if you wanted lol)

I love this 👀 oh my goodness. I changed it round to fit a particular silly Joe being his chaotic self. Mainly fluff 😋

Are you readyyyyyyy

Thank you for your request angel x

You were both covered in glitter and excess tinsel, you'd just finished decorating the house and practically yourselves. Your first Christmas in your new home together was officially beginning.

It was December 1st, Joe insisted you'd go out and get a tree together today and that you did, the biggest one you could possibly find. You'd bought all new decorations for it, lights, stockings, baubles, a wreath for the front door, the lot.

You watched Joe have arguments with the tree at least half a dozen times, saw him yell at the Christmas lights when they tangled themselves together, getting himself mangled in them in the process, give up with them twice and then go straight back to them pointing his finger and threating them to go in the bin if they wouldn't cooperate and then give the baubles a little telling off from the carpet when he didn't hang them properly on the tree. Within 20 minutes you'd given up helping because he'd rearrange anything you decided to do anyway.

He decorated you with the left-over tinsel after whilst you were snuggled with a blanket and a hot chocolate, watching the comedy sketch that was your Joey and decorations, wrapping it around you like a scarf, round your head like a bandana and even having the idea of cuffing you to the bed with it.

You hung the matching stockings on a bookshelf because you didn't have the fancy fireplace they have in movies and Joe was determined that he picked you up to place the star on top, informing you that this part was your job, giggling like a child throughout. He left turning the lights on till last, holding the switch and making you count from 5. "It's not the Trafalgar Square light switch on Joey."

"You're wrong, it's the Y/L/N / Quinn switch on." Joe beamed at you.

"5..." He began to count, gesturing his hand to you to continue the countdown.

You rolled your eyes, sitting on the edge of the armchair and shaking your head at the silly boy in front of you, you loved how much effort he'd truly wanted to put into this and knew he was a huge fan of Christmas, so you humoured him.

"4. 3. 2. 1." Joe flicked on the switch and the whole of the living area along with the tree lit up beautifully. "Tadah!" Your eyes sparkled gazing around the room and Joe quickly darted over to you, lifting you up from where you sat spinning you around and giving you a sloppy peck on the lips. "It's Christmas, baby!"

You giggled at his elation. "It sure is, my love."

He put back down to your feet and cleared his throat for the final display of spirit. "Alexa, play Christmas music."

The device obeyed and began to play Santa Baby.

Joe pushed you to the seat, giving you the most awful lap dance, shaking his hands about in the air and shimmying his shoulders around whilst putting on the worst Kyle Minogue impression you'd ever seen; making you cry into fits of laughter

"You're crazy, Joseph Quinn."

"Crazy about you, maybe." He stuck his tongue out at you, slipping into the armchair next to you in which you adjusted yourself to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "So, Y/N, have you been a good girl this year?"

"That all depends on what you're referring too." You placed a soft and gentle kiss on his cheek, making his already rosy features go pinker. His mouth fell forward when you pulled back catching your bottom lip with his teeth. "Oh no, this pretty girl's a bad elf."

"A bad elf?" you couldn't take him seriously, his straight-faced nod provided all of his theatrical training in that second. You creased at Joe, his stature quickly changing when the song was ending, quickly placing his forehead to yours, as sexy as he was trying to look you were cringing at his vague attempts to make the song sound flirtier than it was.

The words that fell out of your mouth next before you could even think them through made you internally vomit, and you couldn't help but practically bark in his face when you did.

"If I'm a bad elf then you'd better spank me, Santa."

Joe's head threw itself back in amusement, his eyes squeezed shut from the burst of loud laughter, he'd never heard such a thing from you before, the worst part was as awful as it was, he'd be in complete denial if he said it didn't slightly turn him on a little bit.

"That was quick for you, love. Oh my god." He couldn't stop laughing, his head raising back forward to you, tears practically streaming from his big brown eyes. It was your turn to play the poker face now and his laughing quickly stopped when you showed the impassive look.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to tie me up with tinsel earlier."

He pouted his lips at you, as if the thought had slipped his mind. It hadn't. His heated face turned into a devilish smile.

"Then looks like both our wishes are going to come true tonight." you smirked back at him, ready for whatever happened next.

#my asks #requests are open #joseph quinn request #joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn imagine #joseph quinn blurb #joe quinn blurb #joe quinn fanfic #joequinn #josephquinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joesph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x female reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x you #joe quinn smut #joe quinn fluff #chocolate button eyes #joe quinn angst #joseph quinn headcanons

[prismaticpichu]

😍 for your favorite fic from the fic ask. (And yes, I'm making you chose the fic)

AHH HOLLY! WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME APPRECIATE MY WORK???

I’m kidding ofc lol! Sometimes I really do love what I come up with <3

Taken from The Bright Side of White, when a certain spirit comes to visit his puppy.

~

“It’s okay, Angeal…” Zack let his eyes reopen, a calm blue light blanketing the kitchen around them. “I… I’m not alone.” He didn’t remember the last time he felt alone, even on all the nights he was. If he was, he wouldn’t be embracing his dear friend.

Another knot of tension seemed to unwind from Angeal then, and the other pulled back. There was a certain relief on his mentor’s face that Zack had never seen. Almost like staring into a mirror.

“You’re not…” Angeal didn’t word this like a question, rather a statement he knew was true—had to be true—but the veil was only then lifted from his eyes. He shook his head. “Of course you’re not.”

The man’s eyes roamed across the apartment then, almost nomadic in their search, absorbing what he hadn’t in so long. That was, until he spotted a photograph sitting on the end table. A framed one, golden-rimmed.

Zack followed his mentor’s gaze, and soon his delicate glide as Angeal made his way to the den. The boy’s heart swam in his chest.

It was a photograph he and Seph had taken on a mission to Kalm, maybe about a month back, the townsfolk safe and sound from monsters while they cherished their victory. Seph had the same one in his nightstand drawer.

Angeal studied the photograph in his hands, very intently, very rawly… a noticeable wistfulness flashing across his visage at the sight of his old friend. The silence between them hung long and thick, but not uncleavable.

“You managed to get a mission with the great Sephiroth?”

The comment almost made Zack laugh, a teary chuckle leaving much more like a hiccup. But then he realized Angeal only knew him as a starstruck boy who would squeal at the idea.

Gaia... he hadn’t really done that, had he?

“One of a hundred missions," Zack informed squeakily. “Me and Seph have gone on so many.”

Angeal’s look shifted to curiosity... and his eyes widened then closed, just a little cryptic. "’Seph?’” he repeated, amusement planting his soft smile. His friend never liked nicknames, maybe even despised them. It was a miracle Sephiroth allowed his name to be manipulated like that. “You two must've gotten pretty close, huh?”

Zack paused for a moment, digesting the question that wasn’t really a question.

Close… huh?

His lips parted, ready to speak—but it almost seemed like an injustice. So much occurred to him then: velvety soft realizations that were so embedded into his everyday life that he never even stopped to consider them.

He realized just how much time he spent with Seph.

They had grown so close ever since that somber night in Wutai, since the moment the fury in Seph’s abandoned eyes met his own. They did… everything together: eating, working, sparring, playing… all the times Zack had fallen asleep on Seph's sofa, cocooned in his arms, or all the times Mako treatments had left Seph ill and he had held his shivering friend tight.

They could hardly stand being apart.

Zack’s gaze softened, his voice even more so, a sloppy but real smiling finally gracing his lips. It was so confusing, teetering between guilt and a gratitude he couldn’t live without. But it was the truth. Warm and strange and magical.

“He’s… he’s my best friend.”

The words hung in the air between them, silvery thoughts making smog clouds glitter. Cozy thoughts that resonated with both SOLDIERs in the room.

Angeal looked back at the photograph then, silent, and there seemed to be a new light illuminating his friends: they were both smiling—how did he not notice that before—Zack with his lips and Sephiroth with his eyes, standing side by side, even if Sephiroth was turned halfway. He knew Zack was there without even looking.

His old friend no longer bore the haggard appearance from their final encounter; his skin was lighter, nourished… fed. His eyes shimmered not only with Mako, translucent jade beads reflecting in the camera, but they were radiating a spirit inside of them. Someone who was alive. Physical. No longer clawing for loose, wispy threads fading around him.

And Zack... Zack looked happy. Safe. The scar he left still marred his cheek, but it was almost invisible, melded into his skin. Like it belonged there. Like it no longer hurt.

He was taken care of.

Angeal set down the photograph, letting the silence encompass him for just a moment longer.

Thank you, Sephiroth…

He stood there and let the emotions settle inside of him. Gentle, soft hands massaged aches and worries he thought could never be reached, kneading knots he thought were metallic. They weren't. He had no reason to feel anxious anymore, not when two golden staples of his life were at peace.

He could be too.

#asks #ty!!!! #pichu writing #ao3 #crisis core #sephiroth #zack fair #ffvii #angeal hewley

[fawningoveradream]

I'd like to sloppy style kiss whoever created black nail polish. Cause I feel so great just having em on my nails. Like they're not perfect, and I slapped some random splots of lavender purple and finished it off with a transparent coat w/ tiny sparkly glitter. And only on the my right pinky finger has been smeared off cause I applied to much and I was in a time crunch and it like...gooped off but all there remains is a thin coat of black nail polish lol.

any ways go crazy on ur creativity and have fun with it. I love self-expression this shits cool as fuck.

#I like put em on just about two days ago and they're still holding in on great #it also for some reason felt so good to just get my hands messy with too #idk distinctive colored nails and the haphazard application of em on ur nails #like it just does something for me can't really explain

[jyuuchan]

popcult ! yippee !! heres my recap!!!

saturday was really fun! busy, but fun. woke up around 7am after getting virtually no sleep, and drove the ... hefty hour down to massachusetts. my manager made sandwiches [this is important] and we had redbull to keep us going so all was still well!

it was really fun getting to cosplay a lesser known character for my am cosplay. even though i had posted that I was there on instagram, nobody seemed to bother me! it was great!

i wish that there were more ARP cosplayers in the states, but afaik it's not super popular in japan either? maybe one day ill find merch that isnt a kajillion dollars.

the panel i held with kitsune metal was a hit! we were full! i was so shocked that so many people wanted to see me talk about being an idol!

i plan on posting a q&a on all of my platforms sometime soon. i think it went really well, and im so happy that everything went as well as it did.

i hope everyone had a good time!

getting to sing and dance with our sekai was so fun! it was very rushed, and ill probably never do something like this in THIS LITTLE TIME ever again, but it was fun. the adrenaline did its job lol

i sang 「the snow white princess is...」 and despite forgetting some lyrics and absolutely messing up others [sorry japanese speakers in the chat] i did ... ok. ill post a vocal cover of it soon, just to redeem myself TT

i also did a cover of 「newly edgy idols」 and had a BLAST!!! I LOVE NEWLY EDGY IDOLS !!!!!!!!! i love u mitchie m . thank u mitchie m .

... now for the idol showcase. what i came to the con for.

now, i auditioned for this before i did idoljam. i didnt even KNOW about idoljam when i auditioned. if i knew i was doing something before this, i wouldve picked a different song.

its not that i hate the vampire, i love it! its one of my favourite deco*27 tracks! its just that its not a showcase worthy song. its simple choreography. im a bit mad i fumbled during my ending fairy. it pisses me off a lot actually lol

but i did it. and now i have to post my vod .. next weekend i think? anyways.

people seemed to like it, and looking back at it, i was pretty sharp on all of my movements. my manager drilled me on my sloppiness, so im glad that all worked out well. maybe one day ill do the full version. i wish susupara let me do the full vers. they were a bit strict with me.

im just happy i didnt let my fans down. there are one or two oshi//ten6 that have made it to everything ive done so far, and it makes me really happy to know that im somebodys favourite. i said in my interview that my main goal as an idol is to prove to childhood me that no dream is too stupid to live out. i spent my entire life being told that my passion was weird and that i should just stick to chorus and theatre. im glad i didnt let it stop me ... because now there are people who oshi me! there are people with jyuu merch ! there are people who have seen me dance and sing and have shaken my hand !! i have a costume !! i have over a hundred followers on ig ! im happy. im so happy. i feel like exploding and imploding at the same time. i hope im still an idol when im old and wrinkly, too.

i hope little kid me is proud.

[one day, all of your blood sweat and tears will turn to glitter.] ♡ make it! by I☆Ris

#jyuuchan #jyuu #uvs48jyuu #idol #jpop idols #uvs48 #overseas idol #kaigai idols #jyuu speaks #popcult 2023 #one day ill get someone to take chekki with me . bro ive been PRACTICING ! IM AN IDOL PLS TAKE CHEKKI WITH ME PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS [shot] #maybe im just happy im someones favourite. maybe im twirling my hair and kicking my feet a bit.

[foryourportraits]

anytime i wanted.

#tswiftedit #taylor swift #folklore #folkloreedit #collage #taylor swift lyrics #my edit #LOL the glitter is so sloppy. #kinda regret adding it #but The Author's Intention was to make it look childlike #also how cute is that photo of taylor #stumbled upon it while looking thru magazine clippings and was like wow! perfect! #seven

[50-slugs-in-a-trench-coat]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously if possible). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity! (no obligation; but this made me happy and maybe it’ll make you happy as well.)

omg anon!! you absolute sweetie!! i would kiss you on the mouth (in an obtrusive french greeting way) if i could

1. my cattttt my stupid lil predator cat who has exactly two states of being: high in another dimension, or on meth i love him so much id kill for him

2. my gliTtEeRrR i love my glitter so much it spreads like the blob from the movie the blob there’s no escaping it

3. fhskskdjejsn i got a new hawaiian print kimono and it makes me feel so fancy i can swish the back of it out whenever i turn or run (for dramatic flair), it has all the benefits of a cape and the plus of a bright ugly pattern on it

4. idk like. like. the sky has been doing this thing lately where it’ll be close to sundown and the sky will just be grey and cloudy but with everything still lit up, its a real cool effect u kno what i’m talking about anon you kno what i’m talking about u kno

5. i have new classes coming up which means my slate is wiped clean and i have nothing but unlimited potential to fuck up the new ones. that beautiful feeling of looking at pure, unadulterated snow so clean and full of potential, right before you stomp all over it and fuck it all up. nothing but potential in front of me babey

excuse my depression i’m in between hyperfixations rn. anon i hope you have a beautiful soul-warming day, mwuah goodbye

#i love my glitter so much i put it on my face and it ends up everywhere literally everywhere bruh my phone case my textbook my desk my shirt #collar they’re all covered in glitter i like it it’s my mark left on the earth how else will i know i really exist and am not a ghost #just thinking they’re alive #but it is… actually depressing how difficult it was for me to think of 5 things that make me happy lol… i cannot think about it becuz it #will force me to confront the pathetic sadness of my life so instead i pet my cat and give you anon a sloppy kiss the way your greek aunt #would upon seeing you for the first time in years #personal #asked #answered #i don’t remember my tagging system so i’ll leave it at that #idk when this first came in my inbox so sorry if i’m super late to the party anon forgive me and my negligence

[sweetmem0ries]

Sun/moon ☀️🌑 {NSFW ALPHABET} { Ya’lls rewards from blasting my phone with notifications}

Aftercare -

☀️- the best snuggles and kisses

🌑- lays you on his lap and touches your hair

Body part -

☀️- your face to give you tons of kisses, maybe sloppy ones ;)

🌑- your neck to give you hickeys or maybe just kisses

Cum -

☀️- SO MFING LOUDDDDDDD, LORD YOU CAN’T KEEP HIM QUIET.

🌑- a few quiet low grunts lol

Dirty secret -

☀️- he’s a pervert about your boobs honestly and wants to dig his face in them.

🌑- wants to fuck you on the balcony (yk the part where sunny jumps off)

Experience -

Two wholesome virgins, but moon tho 😩

Favorite position -

☀️- missionary because he gets to see your lewd face and hear your moans in face to face

🌑- butterfly cause he’s mostly in control and also gets to see your lewd face

Goofy -

☀️- cracks a whole ass joke every time

🌑- rarely, but sometimes when in a good mood

Hair -

Both smooth asf down there

Intimacy -

☀️- very close and always holding tight on you

🌑- quite touchy and can’t stop seeing you

Jerk off -

☀️- only when the daycare is close and see you from afar sometimes.

🌑- literally sit besides you when sleeping and does it once or twice.

Kinks -

☀️- has a praise kink, honestly gets bricked up when you call him good boy

🌑- has a bondage kink, he likes to tie you up and see you struggling LOL

Location -

☀️- possibly in the ball pit

🌑- in the playground

Motivation -

☀️- kisses on the head and holding his hand

🌑- when you tease him

No -

(Both) hurting you in some type of way

Oral -

☀️- receiving the blowjob you give him

🌑- giving the amount of kisses and fingering

Quickies-

☀️- of course when he is needy if wanting to touch you

🌑- not as much, he wants you all for him self for the rest of the night.

Risk -

☀️- probably has a shit ton of ideas on to experiment with you

🌑- crap ton.

Stamina -

☀️- at least 12 rounds

🌑- whenever he feels like it.

Toys -

☀️- probably a vibrater 🥱

🌑- glitter butt plug </3

Unfair -

☀️- teases you a lotttttt

🌑- teases you if you cry

Wildcard - (random headcanon)

☀️- sun gets jealous that moon gets all the fun so he fucks you a lifetime when it’s ready for him to stop and give moon a turn LOL

🌑- takes photos of you crying and having fun with him and sun gets frustrated

X-ray -

☀️- his junk is like skinny and long about 8 inches but yellow

🌑- same thing like sun but blue.

Yearning - (how’s their sex drive)

☀️- pretty high cause he wants to spend as much time with you.

🌑- normal but still pretty high

THANK YOUUUU! ENJOY <3

#moondrop smut #fnaf moondrop #security breach moondrop #sunrise and moondrop #moondrop x reader #sundrop and moondrop #moondrop my beloved #fnaf sundrop #security breach sundrop #sundrop my beloved #sundrop x reader

[mollysolo]

New Year’s Day

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X fem!Reader

Summary: A song fic for Jake based off of New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: Mentions of a hangover

Please Note: Jake Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

Word Count: 1.2k (including the lyrics)

a/n: ik it’s been a few weeks since new year’s day but i still thought i’d write this anyways lol

There's glitter on the floor after the party, Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before.

As you awoke that morning, sunlight peering in through a curtain and onto your face, you tried to remember the party from the night before. But you couldn’t but help but smile to yourself while you looked over at your boyfriend who was still holding you like you were a stuffed animal.

After last nights party, you and Jake had fallen asleep on the couch in your apartment as you were both way too tired and drunk to make it all the way to your shared bed.

You let this smile reach your eyes as you noticed how the sunlight that was annoying you, made Jakes hair glow like he had hung Christmas lights throughout it.

And while you waited for him to wake up as well, you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his warm neck and very softly ran your fingers through a section of his hair that was lightly resting on his bare shoulder.

The sight of his shoulder caused you to quietly laugh as you remembered how Jake had insisted on ripping his shirt off before the two of you fell asleep. He was always so cute and needy when he was drunk and you kind of liked that about him.

Your quiet laughter had unfortunately woken your sweet boyfriend, the fact that he was awake once more causing him to tightly cling onto you as he let out one long groan and buried his face into your chest.

“Good morning to you too.” you said with another laugh as your cheeks started to hurt from all of the smiling you had been doing this morning, simultaneously pushing his soft hair out of his face as you said this.

He then lifted his head a bit and just stared at you for a few seconds before he leaned in to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, “Happy new year, baby.” he mumbled as he slid his tired face into the crook of your neck, his lips still faintly tasting of the beer had been drinking last night.

“Happy new year, Jakey.” you quietly murmured into his hair before you planted a kiss to the top of his head and leaned your head on top of his own, mentally deciding that you’d let him sleep here for a little while longer because of both of your hangovers.

But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away. I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day.

Whilst you two began to clean up all of the empty bottles your party guests had drunkenly left across different parts of your apartment last night, you thought about all of the midnights you and Jake had spent together throughout the past year.

There had been so many moments where Jake thought you were going to leave him and he had been pretty open about this with you. But still, you stayed right by his side, no matter how he was feeling or what was happening each night. And he was forever grateful for you.

As you picked up the last couple of bottles, you made sure to also scoop up into your hand a few cute polaroids you and Jake were in.

You were truly so glad that you were his and he was yours, as cliché as that might sound. 

You then set both bottles down in the recycling bin you had brought into your living room and began to show your boyfriend the photos. “Jake, look at how cute these photos are.” you said, startling him a bit when you started speaking.

The photos you had found were most likely taken by Josh you guessed and in all three of them you and Jake were just cutely cuddling and then later kissing each other once the clock had reached midnight.

He then proceeded to snake his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while he responded to what you had showed him, “You look so beautiful in those, do you mind if I put them in my wallet?” he shyly asked you as he started to sway your bodies together as one.

You smiled once more as you turned around half way in Jakes arms to look into his eyes, “Really?” you asked in return with a shocked tone to your voice.

“Yeah, I want to have a piece of you with me wherever I go, especially when you can’t come with me while I’m touring.” he explained to you, still feeling a bit shy about saying all of this to you although he knew that you’d never judge him.

“Oh, Jake.” you replied, happy tears slowly starting to come down your face as you spun around all the way so that you could drape your arms around the nape of his neck and press a long kiss to his lips.

I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe or if you strike out and you're crawling home.

Jake kissed you back for a few moments before he spoke again, “Is everything alright?” he whispered to you as he lovingly wiped your tears away and you leaned into his touch.

“Yeah I’m fine, Jake. I’m just really happy, that’s all.” you answered, thinking about how weird that might’ve sounded whilst you pressed your forehead to Jakes own.

“I feel the same way and if I’m being honest, I wanna be with you forever, pretty girl.” Jake sheepishly admitted to you just moments later, a grin now on your face while your foreheads remained pressed together.

“You do?” you curiously asked him.

“Yes, I do. And I promise for as long as I live, you’ll never be able to get rid of me, sweetheart.” he confidently told you as he brought his large hands up again to hold your tear-stained face.

He then pulled away from you, tipped your head so that your eyes would meet his and slowly started to kiss where your tears had been, making you laugh through the remaining ones.

“God, I love you.” you said to him whilst you started to cry onto his loving hands once more.

But your tears didn’t last for long before Jake kissed them away, not even letting them reach your chin as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. And when he finally got to your lips he muttered an “I love you.” against them before he captured your lips in a heated kiss, faint smiles and furrowed eyebrows across your faces.

And during this kiss, you hadn’t even noticed that you were now holding Jake’s face in your own hands, causing you to blush at how much affection you were currently showing each other in this beautiful moment.

You and me, forevermore.

His forehead then softly collided with yours one more time as his hands remained on your face, “How about we go pick out a ring for both of us tomorrow, hmm?” he suggested to you while his eyes opened and became fixated on yours.

The biggest smile Jake had ever seen appeared on your face as you responded to his sweet suggestion and tangled your fingers in his hair, “I’d like that, my love.” Your own eyes becoming fixated on his brown ones as you spoke.

And as for the rest of the day, once you and Jake had finished cleaning up your home, you cuddled up with your now fiancée in your shared bed and lounged the day away as you both tried to forget your horrible headaches.

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o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o I think I need me so sleepy time fluffy morning Baku sex. I've been corrupting myself too much lately LOL. Thirst post or drabble I guess? "Hey, you awake?" "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "Don't cum yet."

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader RATINGS: M/E+ WARNINGS: smut WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

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“Hey, you awake?”

You groan, stuffing your head beneath your pillow. It isn’t enough that he has the audacity to wake up before the sun rises, but for him to bother you until your eyes are peeled open? You smack your lips together, a disgruntled sound raking against your throat as you close your eyes again.

His palm is warm as it travels down the length of your abdomen, as if his scarred hands are prodding at every one of your ribs to count them in the early morning light, “I know you’re awake, c’mere.”

“Go back to bed,” you murmur into the sheets, but it holds no intent because you’re doing as he says, swiveling your body to tuck into his chest. Bakugou’s arms slink underneath your sleep shirt, a shirt he recognizes as his own, fingerprints mapping out the dips and curves of your back and shoulders. You hear him groan into the crown of your hair and you smirk, your eyes lazily drawing their way up to look into his crimson orbs, “Can’t sleep?”

On cue, Bakugou’s hips rut forward, and you feel his very prevalent boner press into your thigh. Your thigh muscles tighten at the sensation, the half-asleep haze still fogging up your brain so you can only think in partial thoughts.

His nose nuzzles your forehead, nudging against the creases until your skin softens, smoothing beneath his kisses. He grunts when you roll your hips forward, a teasing cant of your waistline making his blunt fingernails bite into your skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest, making its way up his throat until every cell in his body is vibrating with anticipation.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs into your tresses, voice dropped an octave when you hitch your thigh up over the top of his to get closer. Bakugou’s voice is still rough with sleep, all jagged edges and coarse tones as his mouth begins to wander, mumbling little aborted sentences into your skin, “Such a fuckin’ filthy tease in your sleep, babe. You feel that?”

He’s of course referring to the throbbing cock he’s currently sporting, pressed flush between your thighs and his. Bakugou licks the pad of his tongue over the length of your neck, tracing your jugular with his teeth. A fresh wave of arousal slickens the skin of your thighs, pre-come leaking from his tip to mix with your wetness.

“S’too early,” your murmuring against his collarbones, lazy, sloppy kisses pressed into his hot flesh.

Bakugou has always been a human heater – you suppose it’s just a side effect of his quirk. His body naturally runs hotter so he can kickstart his explosion quirk whenever he needs to. The stinging sensation of his palms as he tries to tame his power is not lost on you as his hands roam your body, pulling and dragging at you to keep you close and feel your frame.

He traipses a hand between your bodies, fingertips running down your abdomen until he reaches the spasming outer walls of your cunt, “Hah,” he is brash in his laughter, “you’re fuckin’ soaked, Princess. You really gonna tell me it’s too early?”

“Shuddup and fuck me,” you murmur into his neck, lavishing the skin with your teeth and tongue. Bakugou moans at the action, his eyelids slipping closed and his eyes rolling back in his head. You reach a hand up his neck to palm at his undercut until you get to a thatch of hair that you can hold onto, grasping at it desperately so you can bring him back down to kiss your mouth.

Bakugou is quick to roll himself over so he’s loitering above you, a shadow cast down on your body thanks to the beginning rays of the sunrise filtering in through your partially open blinds. He nudges his nose against the bridge of your face, tracing the outlines of your cheek bones while your hands busy themselves with his torso. You cannot get enough of his body, toned and yet somehow supple at the same time. Your fingers knead into the plush flesh of his ass, and he tilts his head so he can kiss you.

The head of his cock butterflies your pussy so he can collect the silvery strands of slick that have gathered between your lips. You moan into the cavity of his mouth, his teeth biting down on your tongue when he gets the chance, “Fuck, baby,” his voice is low as he sucks on the muscle, rutting his hips forward out of pure primal need.

“I love you,” you murmur into the void, playing with he blonde strands of hair that you can reach. Your other hand is rested between the planes of his shoulders, palming at the muscles that ripple as he moves.

Bakugou kisses your bottom lip, leaning back to admire your features, “I love you too.”

He accentuates the sentence by slowly dredging his cock forward, coating himself in your arousal at an agonizing pace that leaves you wanting more but somehow unable to beg for it. You adore him in these moments – when he is wanton enough to devour you whole, but uses his ever astounding self-restraint to savor your every sound. Bakugou is handsy when he’s just woken up, fingerprints searching for something to memorize, as if his very anatomy was pieced together to mesh with yours. He knows you like he knows himself, inside and out, and it only serves to better moments like this.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’s almost whining, his voice thick as he does so. You find yourself sifting your fingers through his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, guiding his eyesight to your face so he can look down at you from where he’s hovering.

You swear you hear a gentle whimper when he makes eye contact with you, but you don’t press him about it, instead enjoying the view you have from beneath him. His hair shines like gold in the warm sunlight, his eyes are glittering rubies as his gaze bores into you, as if you might have all the secrets to the questions of the universe. You tilt your chin and kiss him on the mouth, tenderly and slow, and he matches your pace with the stuttering of his hips.

A moan passes between you, the origin of it unclear given that you now can’t tell where you end and he begins. You are a mess of tangled limbs and sounds, your arms and legs wound around his body as he fucks into you slowly. The bed creaks underneath your weight, but it only adds to the cacophony of sounds all intermingling together to form the melody of your morning.

“Damn, Princess,” Bakugou drops his mouth to your neck, softly sucking at a few different patches of skin. Hard enough to elicit a reaction in the way of your cunt clenching around his cock, but not hard enough that he might leave a mark that you’ll have to cover.

Bakugou works you to the precipice of pleasure, your climax fast approaching as the ministrations of his hips do not falter. You can feel his cock twitching from withing your walls and you clamp down to hold him steady, winding your hands in his hair as you hold him close, “N-No, don’t cum yet.”

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up into you in defiance, but it is only second nature for him. Bakugou kisses your jawline before murmuring in your ear, “I don’t know how you expect me to last much longer with this fucking perfect pussy of yours, all sloppy and wet around my cock.”

You shiver at his lewd words, your spine bolstering with confidence as he litters praise down on you like confetti. You tilt your head so your cheek is pressed into his, beckoning him forward with the gentle tug of your hand in his hair, “I-I wanna look at you when you cum.”

Bakugou is immediately upright, pulling his hips away from you so only the tip of him is submerged within your core, hot and throbbing with the imminence of his release. You feel him tensing up his body to try and force himself to look down at you, every nerve beneath his skin practically shattering at the sight of you so blissed-out and at his mercy.

His thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek and you feel like there has never been a more ethereal moment than this one. The soft smell of sweets cooking over a campfire fills your nostrils, a familiar taste in the air that you’ve come to know after many years of being with Bakugou Katsuki. Your chest brushes his as you inhale deeply, committing the moment to memory, commiserating it with the slight flare of your nostrils.

The sight of him so close to the crest of his release makes your thighs tense, but you want to savor this moment. These few seconds between when everything is calm and then the coil finally snaps, washing white-hot pleasure through your entire being. You press your palms to his cheeks, his still hazy eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

A quiet curse falls from his lips before he sheathes his cock within you again, bottoming out on the first stroke. You can tell by the strain of his neck that he wants to lower his head, but he fights every instinct in his body and keeps his eyes focused on you, those vermillion irises ever present as you both begin to climb toward your release.

“Please, Katsuki,” you lick your lips and beg for him, clenching your thighs until they’re quivering, “cum in me, I want to feel you cum in me.”

Bakugou’s eyes are steely as he looks down at you, “Here you go, baby,” he murmurs into the void of your bedroom, the words airy and light as they drift from his lips to your ears.

Your heels dig into the plush of his backside, anchoring him to you as you feel the familiar heat of his spend coating your core. You moan in tandem with him, milking him with your glutinous walls trapping his cock inside. His tip is pressed hotly against your cervix, and you swear you can feel him in your spine, but that does nothing but stir your body into passion, brought even closer to the end when his thumb finds your clit.

“C’mon, Princess,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss you quickly on the mouth, “I want you to come for me, yeah? Come on my cock.”

That is all the encouragement your body needs, your arousal meeting his as you cry out, throwing your head forward to press against his collarbone. You sob at the feel of your body tensing up from head to toe, your orgasm shattering the world around you until all you can fathom is Katsuki.

Bakugou hums once you’ve fallen slack, nudging his nose along your cheek, “Where’s my girl?”

Your head falls back to the pillow and your hands find their familiar place in his ashen blonde locks, “Right here.”

As if there were anywhere else you’d rather be.

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Prompt 59: “You’re so drunk.” Janus saying it to his boyfriends Patton and Remus? Both who ended up drinking a little more than planned lol

thank you for this prompt!! this is probably one of the fluffiest things i’ve written in my whole life

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Title: and days of auld lang syne

Word Count: 1,778

Content Warnings: alcohol consumption, vague sexual innuendo

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In his defense, he doesn’t mean to lose his boyfriends. But Remy’s house is very large, and there are a lot of people here, a lot of chatter, a lot of food, a lot of champagne flowing, and that makes it incredibly easy to get sidetracked. He spends about an hour discussing obscure philosophers with Logan, and then Dot and Larry draw him into conversation for almost as long, and by the time he realizes that he has no idea where Patton and Remus have gotten off to, it’s nearly midnight.

And that simply will not do. He’s not bringing in the new year without his boyfriends by his side. It’s tradition, after all, and he’ll admit, he’s just a bit concerned about the fact that he hasn’t seen them since just after they arrived. Usually, he is confident in Patton’s ability to curb Remus’ most foolish impulses, but in a crowd like this, with this kind of festive atmosphere? There is no telling what kind of mischief Remus might think up, and even Patton’s most disappointed stare might not be enough to stop him.

So, he goes looking, which turns out to be a more monumental task than he thought. Because really, why does Remy own such a huge house? How does he have so many friends? It’s truly ridiculous, and Janus is getting tired of navigating through all these people, half of whom are strangers and all of whom are decidedly not who he is looking for. He is excellent at putting on a show of politeness even on his worst days, but he can feel his smile wearing thin around the edges, can feel his eye begin to twitch.

But finally, he bumps into Virgil, who rolls his eyes and directs him to the second floor balcony, the one overlooking the back gardens. He makes his way there with no small measure of relief, and finds that the second floor is, at least, less crowded, which does wonders for his mood. He pushes the balcony doors open, and feels the tension drain from him as he lays eyes on his boyfriends, sitting on the floor and leaning in toward each other, whispering conspiratorially.

He clears his throat.

“Is this an exclusive meeting,” he asks, “or might I join you?”

Both Patton and Remus swivel their heads toward him, the motion almost in perfect unison. And that is when he first gains the inkling that something is off here; there are no lights on the balcony except for the stars, but the illumination from inside spills from the still-open doorway and across their faces, highlighting the flushes on their cheeks, the dilation of their pupils. And as they both stand, their legs seem unsteady, wobbly, as if the floor is rocking beneath their feet. Or at least, as if they think it is.

Patton reaches him first, a wide grin splitting his lips. He stumbles, and Janus reaches out to steady him, grasping his arms, and Patton beams at him as if he hung the moon.

“Hi!” he exclaims, far too loudly for the lack of distance between them. “I’m so happy to see you! Remus, look, it’s Janus!”

Remus has reached him by now, too, and he slings an arm around both Janus’ shoulder and Patton’s, leaning in close. He is steadier on his feet than Patton is, but only just, and Janus can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Give him the thing!” he insists, somewhat ominously, and just as loud as Patton. Janus winces as his eardrums protest the noise’s proximity, but his attention is distracted by Patton, who giggles and nods, taking his arms back from Janus and reaching into his shirt, pulling out— something. Janus can’t tell what it is; it’s too dark, and Patton moves too quickly, shoving whatever-it-is roughly onto his head. He frowns, raising a hand to touch it, trying to figure out what his new adornment is, but Patton pouts at him, yanking his arm back down.

“Don’t take it off!” he pleads. “We match now!”

Remus nods in eager agreement, and Janus squints at both of them, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. It only takes a moment, now that he’s looking for it; they both have circlets of vine resting atop their heads, clumsily tied together but seeming to hold up just fine. They appear to be made of more leaves than anything else, but they are speckled with delicate white flowers. He has to admit that it’s a lovely effect, overall, and he can’t bring himself to complain about being made to wear one.

“So we do,” he says. “Dare I ask where you got these from?”

Remus grins at him and points at the far corner of the balcony, where a mess of vines curls over the railing. There are clear signs of tampering, of some vines being torn off and flowers being plucked, and Janus hopes that Remy is not particularly attached to this plant. Also in that corner, he notes, are a great many discarded champagne glasses.

“Found ‘em!” Remus proclaims proudly, and Patton giggles.

“He was trying to jump off the balcony, and, and into the pool,” Patton says, using a tone that is clearly meant to be a confidential whisper, but doesn’t quite make it there. “I told him no, ‘cause then he’d be all wet—”

“—and I told him that I’d just take off my clothes—”

“—and then I told him that we had to wait until we get home until we do that, and then I saw the flowers and I thought we could make you something instead!” Patton smiles again, wide and bright, like a puppy eagerly seeking approval. He grabs Janus’ sleeve, tugging on it slightly. “Do you like it? It’s pretty, just like you!”

Janus can feel his face heating up, and hopes that the darkness conceals his blush. “Of course I like it,” he says, and Patton rocks back and forth on his heels, delighted, while Remus thrusts both fists into the air and lets out a loud whoop, a noise that gets lost in the veritable din coming from inside, and from the people that have begin to spill outdoors in anticipation of New Year’s fireworks. And seeing them both like this, so happy and content, he can’t help but smile back at them, shaking his head. “You’re so drunk,” he says, and he’s glad that no one else is around to hear how his voice turns disgustingly fond.

Remus nods rapidly, eyes wild, but Patton frowns at him. “Nooooooo,” he moans, and pitches forward, throwing all of his weight against Janus’ chest. He barely manages to keep them both upright. “’M not drunk, ‘m jus’ having a whole lotta feelings.”

Remus cackles, launching himself forward and into the two of them, and this time, Janus can do nothing to prevent them all from tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap. He grunts as both Patton and Remus land firmly on top of him, but he can’t be angry, not now, not tonight, not with the two of them here with him, no matter how inebriated they might be. Patton starts to giggle again, burying his face into Janus’ shirt.

“Whole lotta feelings ‘bout my butt!” Remus proclaims, plastering himself against Janus’ side and hooking one leg over both of his.

“Maybe later,” Patton informs him, his voice muffled, and Janus breaks at that, dissolving into laughter.

He can’t move. Can barely breathe, with the weight of both of his boyfriends pressing against his chest. But the stars are shining bright above them, glittering and twinkling just past the roof, and in the distance, the night sky blooms into reds and greens and golds as the fireworks begin, and there is absolutely no place that he would rather be.

“I love you both so much,” he says, and Remus sighs contentedly, snuggling in closer. Patton shifts, resting his head just above Janus’ heart.

“We love you too,” he says, voice slurred. “More than, more than anything. More than puppies. More than cookies, and, and—”

“And worms,” Remus supplies, “an’ more than brains, an’ zombies, an’ blood an’ guts. More than butts, even.”

Patton hums. “More than butts,” he agrees, and then after a brief pause, “But you do have a nice butt.”

And they both fall back into giggling at that, and Janus joins them, their joy utterly endearing, utterly infectious. He loves them. He loves them so, so much, and to this day, he has no idea how he can be so lucky as to have them, what he did to deserve Patton’s cheer and aching kindness, Remus’ eccentricity and unstoppable enthusiasm. They are all so different from one another that some days, he is still surprised that they fit together as well as they do, but he has never once stopped being grateful for it, grateful for them.

From both inside the house and below the balcony, there comes the unmistakable sounds of counting.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

He wraps his arms around them as best he can from this position. Patton takes up the count under his breath.

Seven. Six. Five. Four.

Remus wriggles in even closer, grasping at both of them, practically vibrating in his excitement.

Three. Two.

One.

The cheer rises up all around them, and Janus has no time to react before Patton is smacking a wet, sloppy kiss against the corner of his mouth, followed shortly by Remus doing the same, but only managing to capture his upper lip. And  he watches in amusement as they attempt to kiss each other, too, their noses bumping clumsily against each other as they try to find purchase.

He laughs. “Come here, you two,” he says, and smiles at both of them as they turn to look at him. Patton ducks down first, and Janus kisses his lips, gently, softly, and Patton sighs in contentment. And then it is Remus’ face hovering above his, waiting his turn with a patience uncharacteristic of him, and Janus kisses him just as sweetly. And they both settle against his sides as the fireworks pop and roar and bloom, brightening the night into day and ushering in the new year. There is sound and there is music, and there is joy and there is laughter, the party still in full swing, but he feels no need to join it, because he has his joy and his laughter right here.

The new year is a time of resolutions, and in this moment, he makes his: to keep this, to keep them, now and forever and always.

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