#imagining them as if they actually got opportunity to play in a movie

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basic needs | jjk, myg

title: basic needs

pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader

rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au

summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

warnings: sexual tension, getting caught during sex, voyeurism, edging, dirty talk, protected and unprotected sex (pls be safe y'all), creampie, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, hair pulling, praising, begging, reader gets called a whore once, a little yoongi x jungkook 👀.

wordcount: 6k

note: okay... i don't know where this came from like i didn't even know i had all of this in me 🧍🏻‍♀️ i kept gasping at my own writing, i think i got too carried away haha i just hope you like it. also pls keep in mind english is noth my first language !! let's go !

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yoongi has been in his room all afternoon, something about working on a new track, and jungkook is currently taking a shower so you have the living room for yourself, some old sitcom playing on the background but you're paying more attention to your phone. that's until you hear footsteps coming into the living room from the corridor.

"hey, loser." jungkook greets you as he ruffles his damp hair from the shower with his hands.

you hate yourself for pausing to look at his toned body, the fucker walked out of the bathroom shirtless. you blame it on your lack of sex.

"what are you watching?" he doesn't seem to notice or care about you looking at his abs, his eyes narrowed towards the tv while he puts on the shirt he was grabbing.

"i'm not really watching anything... you can play whatever you want." you try to act unbothered when he decides to grab both of your legs and raise them a little to sit on the couch to then let them fall on his lap, letting you stay lying down. his warm hands on your bare legs make you get goosebumps and you pray he doesn't notice.

what the hell is happening to you? get it together, it's just jungkook.

"wanna watch a movie?" jungkook looks at you and starts to run his fingertips through your legs in a soothing way. you're gonna go crazy over how nice it feels after being touch starved for so long.

"sure." you shrug, trying to focus on your twitter timeline and not on his hands caressing your legs.

one of his hands moves away from your legs to grab the remote on the armrest of the couch and soon after he's opening the netflix app on the tv. you turn your head to look at him when you feel his free hand starting to caress your skin again while he looks through the movies catalog. he's not looking at you so you take the opportunity to really look at his hand.

the inked hand looks strangely nice against your pale skin. his hands are actually really nice, they're big too, you wonder how they would feel–

"anything in mind?" his voice thanfully brings you back to reality and you panic, quickly looking up at his face. he's still not looking at you.

it's impossible he knows you were staring at him, right?

"what?" you mutter with wide eyes and he finally throws you a quick glance before looking back at the tv.

"any movie you'd like to watch?"

oh.

"uh... i don't really have any in mind, you can play what you want."

"sure there's not any cheesy romantic movie you want to watch?" he's teasing you now. it's not the first time he's complained about you always watching romantic movies.

"shut up, i know you like them too," and he does. you've caught him tearing up that time you watched the notebook together. "just play something already."

"i don't know what to play, though." he keeps scrolling through all of the movies.

"okay. keep scrolling and close your eyes, stop whenever you want to and open your eyes. we'll watch that." you propose and he narrows his eyes as if he's thinking about it but ends up nodding. "close your eyes then."

you see him closing his eyes and hear the sound of the scrolling on the tv so you keep staring at him in case he cheats.

"that one." jungkook stops and opens his eyes just at the same time you turn to the tv.

"i don't know that one." you mutter after reading the title.

"a romantic one, you won." he teases again while he silently reads the synopsis and you sigh, rolling your eyes back.

"c'mon, play it."

you're pleased when the movie turns out to be kinda good. it's just another really cliché romantic story but you love movies like that. jungkook is enjoying it too even though he tries to act it out. you smile each time he makes a comment about the movie, he can never shut up when watching something.

"stuff like that doesn't happen in real life." he says and you let out a chuckle.

"it's a movie, kook." tou reply and try not to think about his hands still caressing your legs. it's been like that during all the movie, maybe he hasn't even noticed he's still doing it.

it's nothing new that jungkook is a really touchy person, he's always been touchy with you and even with yoongi, he likes to cuddle, likes to touch your hair. but this time it feels so different because of the lack of touch you've been having. it is so embarrassing to admit how nice his hands feel on you.

never in two years living with him would you have imagined jungkook could be quiet during a movie until a sex scene comes up. he suddenly goes quiet. his hand stops moving.

it's awkward. it's always awkward to watch a sex scene with someone else. if you were watching the movie with your best friend it would be totally different, but this is jungkook, your roommate, your roommate you don't have any type of relationship outside this apartment.

you feel tense, your whole body feels tense, and you pray that he doesn't notice. but you flinch when his hand squeezes your thigh a little too hard.

"oh shit, sorry." he apologizes quickly with a chuckle that seems way too forced.

good, you're both tense and awkward.

"don't worry." you reply just as quickly and he nods before turning back to the tv. he looks so focused on the movie, like he's holding his breath. you only realize you've been staring when he looks back at you.

"you okay?" jungkook is looking at you with a soft smile but also with something in his eyes you've never really seen on him.

"y-yeah," you wanna punch yourself in the face for stuttering but manage to move your legs off his lap to stand up from the couch. "i need something to drink, you keep watching the movie." your bare feet are already guiding you to the kitchen when you hear him humming.

maybe you end up spending too much time in the kitchen. you chug down a glass of water as soon as you get there but when you're finished you leave the glass on the sink and then you lean back on the isle, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

you hate how you can still feel jungkook's touch on your legs, how he looked so immersed in the movie, how you can't stop thinking about him squeezing a little too hard when the girl in the movie let out a loud moan, how his gaze was so dark when he looked at you, how you needed to feel his hands on you again.

god, you really need to have sex.

the door creaking open makes you snap out of your thoughts and look up. you quickly straighten up and clear your throat. jungkook is right there by the door looking at you.

"hey," he says nonchalantly and walks to the fridge. "you okay?" his voice is quiet as he grabs the bottle of orange juice.

"yeah! perfectly fine." you nod while he takes a sip of the juice.

he hums and closes the bottle. "you were taking too long, you're gonna miss the rest of the movie."

"yeah, i-"

"i'm not dumb, y/n. you can say you were uncomfortable because of the movie." he chuckles and you feel so stupid.

"no! i wasn't uncomfortable.. it's just- i-" you struggle to find the words and just feel even more stupid

"what is it?" he arches an eyebrow and walks to stand next to you, leaning back against the kitchen isle too.

"i just... fuck, i need to have sex." you snap and run your hands through your hair in frustration. "i'm gonna go crazy if i have to stay inside this house one more fucking day. i haven't had sex in three months."

"we've been quarantined for a month." jungkook points out looking at you with narrowed eyes like he's about to say something else.

"i know, shut up." you stop him before he dares to tease you for it.

"i get it." he says after a few seconds in silence and now you're the one frowning and looking at him.

"huh?"

"i need to have sex too."

oh.

"i get your frustration, sometimes i feel like i'm gonna go crazy too." he looks forward, avoiding your stare.

"oh yeah, i'm sure you're not used to not having a girl bouncing on your dick every single night." the comment was meant to tease him but you just end up feeling your heart start beating too fast at the thought of bouncing on a dick too.

you place your hands on the isle right behind your back and jump a little to sit on top of it, hissing a little because of the cold surface on your exposed thighs.

"hey, it wasn't like that before quarantine!" jungkook whines and pouts like a child and it causes a chuckle to escape your lips. "i wish, though."

"you're gross."

"as if you didn't want to bounce on a dick every single night." he looks at you with an arched eyebrow and a little smirk.

a weird feeling between your legs makes you close them instantly and you swear you can see jungkook looking down really quick before turning and walking back to the fridge to leave the juice bottle back in. when he turns around again you have to fight back a gasp at the sight of the tent he has on his sweatpants. jungkook is hard.

it's embarrasing how bad you need some dick now, it really is, but you look down and close your legs even tighter.

"i should... go to sleep, it's kinda late." you mutter and as soon as you're gonna hop off the counter there's a hand right next to your thigh on the counter.

"wait." jungkook says and you have to look up, he's standing right in front of you.

"yeah?" your voice is just as quiet as before.

"did you get worked up watching the movie?" he asks with a little knowing smile and you want to die from embarrassment.

"no!" you lie, pushing him back a little. "i didn't." you shake your head but he only chuckles, your head is lowering down again.

"it's okay, y/n." his hand brushes against your exposed thigh from where it's placed on the counter and you shiver.

"i didn't." you insist even though you know you're being so fucking obvious.

"open your legs."

a whine escapes your lips at the simple words and you're so embarrassed you wanna die, your face feels so hot.

"jungkook..." you don't want to look up at him but he just moves even closer.

"i know," he coos like he's sorry for you. and it is hot. "it's been so long since someone has talked to you like this, right?"

you just hum in response and shiver again when he pushes one of your strands of hair behind your ear.

"you need someone to take care of you, right?" he purrs, his lips softly brushing against your ear.

"fuck." you sigh and finally look up. "jungkook."

"you need it just as much as me." he says looking right into your eyes. "if you let me..."

"please."

you can't even think straight anymore.

"please, what?"

you don't answer, just spread your legs. he closes his eyes and exhales through his nose.

"y/n."

"please, touch me." you don't think you've ever heard your voice come out so whiny but jungkook seems to like it because he's immediately taking the last step forward he can take and gets between your thighs, placing his hands on your thighs.

"say that again." he says, looking down at your lips.

"touch me." you don't even think about it, because that would probably fuck everything up. it's better this way.

jungkook looks down between your bodies and one of his hands goes up your thigh until it reaches the fabric of your shorts, then it goes up to the elastic waistband. you keep your eyes on his face while he slips his hand under your shorts and finds the wet patch in your panties with his fingers. the groan that leaves his lips when he gets to feel how wet you are is louder than the moan you let out at the same time.

"holy fuck, you're so wet." his fingers start moving slowly against your clothed folds.

"fuck, kook." you sigh and move your hips even closer to him, trying to chase the feeling of his fingers on you.

"mhh... i know," jungkook coos again and you know you're gonna go crazy if he keeps taking to you like that. "feels good, right?" he hums and you're about to respond when he pushes your panties to the side and really touches you.

"fuck." you throw your head back as he runs his fingers through your wet folds.

"god, you're dripping. making a mess down here." jungkook groans and looks up at you. you must be a blushing mess already, your cheeks are burning and you literally feel lightheaded even if you haven't even done anything yet. "please, let me kiss you." he almost begs and you suddenly feel like you're gonna melt right on that counter.

before he can ask again you're throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss. you don't know if you're really fucking turned on or if he's just a really good kisser but you melt into the kiss. jungkook swallows the moans that escape your lips when he slips a finger inside so easily and starts fucking you with it.

"kook..." you moan against his lips. it feels so good to be touched again that your legs are already shaking.

"pretty." jungkook says and starts moving down, leaving a couple kisses on your jaw before kissing and sucking on your neck.

"jungkook- fuck." you sigh, tugging at his hair desperately. "seriously, it's been... it's been so long."

"i know." jungkook hums against your neck and sucks a mark on it as he adds another finger inside you.

"feels so good." you moan and a little squeak slips out of your mouth when he curls his fingers inside of you and finds that sweet spot. "it's so... fuck, it's so soon but i'm gonna cum, kook." you don't even have the mind to be embarrassed about it. it feels too good.

but jungkook suddenly stops kissing your neck and pulls back completely, his hand moving away from inside your pants. the complain about to slip out of your mouth dies in your throat when you see him sucking on his fingers and groaning.

"fuck, so sweet."

you're gonna go crazy.

"your feet on the ground, and turn around." he orders and you're so desperate you obey right away, jumping from the counter and turning around to give him your back. "you need to tell me if you really want this because it's gonna be easier to just stop now." one of his hands finds your waist and he pulls you against his body, you moan at the feeling of his clothed hard dick against your ass.

"yes, fuck, yes please." you breathe out and feel his hands on the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down immediately along with your panties. "wait, wait."

"mh?"

"yoongi, he's home." you mentally applaud your brain for being rational enough to remember you're not alone in the house.

"he doesn't leave his room for hours, don't worry about." he shrugs and you can see him pulling his sweatpants down.

"but- ah!" you whine when he pushes one of your feet further to the side so your legs spread a little more. "jungkook..." you want to insist on the fact that you're not alone but his fingers find your pussy again.

"you're fucking dripping." he sighs and easily slips two fingers inside, making you put your hand on your mouth not to be loud. "fuck, so tight."

you can't help but bend down on the counter, pushing your ass towards him to chase his fingers. jungkook straight up moans at the sight.

"please, need you inside." you whimper when he adds a third finger and starts fucking you with them at a pace that drives you crazy.

"what was that?" he asks and moves even faster. the fucker is teasing you.

"kook, need you to fuck me."

he doesn't seem to think about it twice before he reaches for one of the kitchen drawers where a box of condoms is hidden and takes one out. you can notice he's trying to hold himself back and take his time with you but he's just as eager as you, so he can't slow down now.

"you sure about this, right?" he asks. you're looking at him over your shoulder as he rolls the condom down his cock.

"i'm fucking dripping, kook. of course i'm sure." you're starting to get anxious, you wiggle your ass just to let him know you're ready for him.

a little sigh leaves your mouth when jungkook rubs his tip against your folds, just when you think he's about to slip inside he just rubs it again.

"fucking tease." you mutter with your cheek pressed against the cold surface of the counter. "just fuck m- oh!" you can't help the moan that leaves your mouth when he slips inside all the way.

"shit, so tight." jungkook hisses behind you and you whine, your walls clenching so hard around him. his hands grip on your hips so hard you're sure it's gonna leave a mark.

"it's been.. too long- fuck." you remind him as he pulls back a little just to thrust inside again.

"yeah, me too, i'm not gonna last." He warns and you almost giggle because at least you're both equally desperate.

"i don't care, just make me cum." you beg through a moan when he thrusts inside again.

"come here." one of his arms wraps around your waist and straightens you up so your back is arched against his chest, keeping you in place. you're both still wearing your shirts and your pants and underwear are just pooling by your ankles, so horny you didn't even waste time to get undressed.

"holy fuck!" you gasp when his thrusts hit a different way in the new angle and soon after, jungkook's hand is over your mouth.

"want every fucking neighbor to hear you?" he whispers against your ear and you feel your walls clenching around him again. "fuck, y/n, keep doing that and i'll cum in two seconds." his hand drops from your mouth to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it but not adding any pressure, just keeping you in place.

"so big." you whimper helplessly, your hands still flat on the counter because you feel like your legs could betray you right now. "you feel so fucking good."

you feel his hand closing a little around your neck and your eyes roll back at the feeling, he starts fucking you even faster. there are drops of sweat rolling down your forehead already but you don't care, not when you're finally having a cock inside of you. and god, he's fucking you good, so good that you don't feel embarrassed at how close you feel already.

"feels good?" jungkook hums and you can only whine in response. "fuck, your pussy is swallowing my cock, y/n, doesn't want me to leave." he groans and his thrusts are so hard that you're starting to see white dots. "you're so good, y/n."

"f-fuck... please, need... need to cum." you must sound pathetic right now but you can't bring yourself to care. "touch me, kook, make me cum."

his free hand is moving quickly, finding your clit again and rubbing fast circles that almost make you start crying.

"gonna cum, baby?" you feel his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. the pet name makes you clench even harder around him. "wanna cum on my cock?" he sounds so gone too, you know he's close too. if you knew he was gonna fuck you this good you would've actually taken your time with him, but you let it pass for now because you're both needy and just need to get off.

"yeah." you unconsciously let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard from yourself and jungkook start giving sloppy thrusts, you're both so close. "kook, i'm gonna cum." you manage to let out and right after your mouth can't even make sounds anymore.

"fuck, y/n."

you're so close. you're gonne cum. so fucking close.

but the door creaks open and you both freeze, not being able to contain your moans at the feeling of jungkook bottoming out once again.

"yoongi!" you scream at the boy standing by the door at the same time as jungkook screams 'hyung!'. you try your best to cover yourself by pulling your shirt down. jungkook's hand drops from your neck to rest on your waist.

"oh, don't stop." yoongi shrugs as if he's just caught you chopping vegetables.

"huh?" jungkook mutters behind you and you can feel it about to move away but you reach for his thigh with your hand to keep him there.

"kook, please." you don't know what got into you. you're so desperate to cum you don't even mind yoongi being there in front of you.

"see? she wants you to keep going." yoongi's voice is so calm as he slowly walks towards you, leaning back against the counter, just right next to where you both are.

you look down as your cheeks start burning and you clench around jungkook. why the hell are you getting turned on by being watched by your roommate while getting fucked by your other roommate?

"fuck, y/n." you know jungkook is hissing because you got impossibly tight around him and you can hear Yoongi's little chuckle. "you're just gonna stand there?" the younger asks his friend.

"i don't think she minds." yoongi replies and you can almost see the smug smile on his face even if you're staring at the counter.

"y/n?" jungkook mutters behind you but you don't answer. you're so close, so embarrassed and so turned on that you're scared your voice will come out in a pathetic whine.

"y/n," yoongi's deeper voice calls for you too but you don't reply either. "look at me, y/n," he speaks again and you bite your lip not to let out another moan because you're sure you're currently creaming jungkook's cock. "pull her hair so she looks at me, jungkook."

your breath hitches then the youngest does just as yoongi says and a moan finally escapes your throat as he tugs at your hair and brings your head up, turning it a little to the side so you can face the boy beside you. he's handling you as if you were a doll. and the second you lock eyes with yoongi you feel numb. his eyes are so dark, you've never really seen him looking at you like that. a little smirk grows on his face as he looks all over your face. you probably look a mess.

"do you want me to stay?" he asks with an unusual soft voice that makes your legs shake.

"hyung." jungkook says with a warning tone, his cock throbbing inside you. he needs to cum too.

"shut up," yoongi gives jungkook a quick look and turns to you again. "y/n?" the words don't even leave your mouth, you can't speak. "what? jungkookie was fucking you so good you can't even talk?" he speaks with a condescending tone, like he's sorry for you. you close your eyes as you clench around jungkook again.

"fuck, y/n." jungkook's free hand squeezes the flesh on your hip.

"keep fucking her, kook," yoongi finally says. "let's see if you can make her talk again."

jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he lets go of your hair and starts moving again without even questioning him. your head stays in place for yoongi to see you but your eyes are still closed. you must be going crazy because you don't think you've ever felt this good during sex and it is just a quick fuck in the kitchen with your roommate while your other roommate looks at you.

after a specific thrust that hits just where you need it you arch your back until your head falls on jungkook's shoulder, you throw one of your arms behind you so you can reach jungkook's hair and keep him close. your fingers tangle with the soft locks while he fucks you at a brutal pace.

"right there, kook..." you moan.

"like that?" he whines, fucking whines, against your ear as he keeps thrusting against that sweet spot inside you and you nod frantically. one of his hands stays on the counter right next to yours and the other sneaks under your shirt and finally cups over one of your boobs, a groan hits your ear.

"s-sensitive.." you warn him but he squeezes your boob anyway. you cry out. you're so close again, so fucking close.

"stop." yoongi says and jungkook halts his movements immediately as if he was under his spell.

"fuck, yoongi." you choke on a moan. when you open your eyes you can see yoongi looking down at where your bodies meet, then he looks at jungkook.

"jungkook," yoongi says and jungkook hums in response. "you got tested when i did, you're clean." he tells him and then he looks at you. "are you clean? and on the pill?"

"yeah," you nod. "yes to both." you suddenly feel shy again. they both sigh at your answer and you gulp, watching yoongi turning to jungkook with an arched eyebrow.

"then why are you wearing a condom?" yoongi asks. and he's not wrong. you usually didn't risk it, you always use to have protected sex, but now that you see it like this you wonder why you didn't ask jungkook if he was clean from the start.

"hyung... i don't know if she-" jungkook mutters like he's not sure but you can clearly feel his cock twitching inside you.

"do you want him to wear the condom?" yoongi asks you, his voice still calm and his look unbothered.

"y/n, you don't have t-"

"take it off." you cut Jungkook off and yoongi smiles. you feel so nice after seeing his reaction that you wonder if you're doing this just to make him feel proud. it feels good.

"pull out, kookie," yoongi says and walks towards him, you turn your head to look back at them. jungkook obeys quickly, your walls squeezing him like you want to keep him inside. "good," yours and jungkook's breaths hitch when yoongi himself takes the condom off of his cock and goes to throw it on the trash. "you leaked a lot, damn." he say through a breathy chuckle when he comes back and decides to stand right behind jungkook.

"hyung."

"she must feel good, right?" yoongi is suddenly resting his chin on his shoulder and looking down. your eyes follow yoongi's and then roll back when you see yoongi's hand wrapping around jungkook's cock and slowly stroking him to spread the precum on his tip all over his length.

"fuck, hyung." the boy moans and your pussy throbs.

god, this is so fucking hot you could cum if they kept that going for a little longer. but yoongi drops his sticky hand and looks at you tilting his head and lightly raising his eyebrows.

"open your mouth." he says and you don't question him, just open your mouth and welcome two of his fingers inside.

you moan around them as you suck and swallow jungkook's taste off them while yoongi stares at your lips, his tongue licking the corner of his lips.

"clean my hand." his fingers drop from your mouth and you stick your tongue out, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist while you run your tongue all over his palm and fingers, cleaning jungkook off of him.

they're both looking at you like they want to eat you up and you feel so powerful yet you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs by this point. yoongi drops his hand when you've cleaned it completely and then looks at jungkook.

"c'mon, kookie, fuck her now." he says really close to jungkook's ear and the younger obeys instantly, slipping inside you and groaning at the feeling. "good boy." yoongi chuckles as jungkook bottoms out.

"so good." you moan, already feeling the clear difference in having him inside with nothing in between. a whimper is forced out of your mouth when jungkook starts thrusting into you again.

"that feels good, right?" yoongi asks and moves to stand beside you again, to watch it all happen.

"mhm..." you moan. "please... jungkook- please."

"so pretty when you beg." yoongi puts his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "such a pretty whore."

"oh my god!" your eyes roll back. you feel yourself just a second away from coming. "gonna cum... fuck..."

"yeah, i can fucking feel you." jungkook breathes out. "fuck." his thrusts become sloppy real fast. he's close too.

"jungkook..." you completely bend over the counter again because your arms can't support your weight anymore, your cheek gets smushed against the cold surface. "i'm- shit... i'm coming." you whimper.

"then cum." yoongi's voice is all you need to get there. a shocking wave of pleasure runs through your whole body while you clench hard around him.

"shit, so tight." jungkook mutters behind you and one of your weak arms reaches behind to grab at his thigh. "so close, y/n."

"please." your whole body is shaking with oversensitivity.

"want me to pull out?" jungkook asks.

"no... please," you beg. "come inside, baby." you cry out.

"c'mon jungkook, cum." yoongi says and that seems like enough for jungkook too, because you feel his throbbing cock releasing inside of you.

"fuck," jungkook mumbles. "y/n, come here." his hands are on your waist again.

"i can't." you let out a weak chuckle but jungkook is suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up.

"need to kiss you." he says and you immediately turn your head to find his lips. you kiss him slow, nothing like the kisses you shared before, and it feels good to kiss jungkook like that.

he's the one that breaks the kiss and when you try to chase his lips again he just chuckles and gives your hip a soft slap.

"kiss yoongi too." he whispers just at the same time as you feel a hand wrapping around your neck.

yoongi's lips are on yours as soon as you turn around. you hum through the kiss and bring one of your hands up to his cheek, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss. he swallows your moan when jungkook's cock finally slips out of you and you feel his cum spilling out. yoongi breaks the kiss when jungkook mumbles something you can't really hear.

"shit..." you close your legs when you feel jungkook's cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. "it's so messy."

"not for long," yoongi suddenly grabs you and brings you to the fridge, making you lean back against it as he drops to his knees in front of you. you stop breathing for a second. "i'm gonna clean you up."

"hyung," jungkook calls him as he puts on his sweatpants again. "you're gonna-"

"do you think this is my first time tasting cum?" yoongi throws him a quick glance and you swear you see jungkook blushing for a moment.

yoongi turns to you again and grabs one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder and diving in with no warning.

"yoongi, fuck!" you throw your head back as one of your hands goes to his hair. he hums against your pussy and laps at your entrance, from where jungkook's cum keeps spilling out.

"that's so fucking hot." jungkook sighs but you can't open your eyes to look at him, you keep them closed.

"yoongi, you're gonna- gonna make me cum again." you mumble, your only leg supporting you starting to shake but yoongi keeps you steady with one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh over his shoulder. and the warning that you're gonna cum only makes yoongi push you further to the edge, sucking on your clit and basically burying his face on your pussy like he's starving for you. "yoongi, oh my- fuck, oh my god!"

you don't know what to do with your hands anymore, one of them stays on his hair while the other ends on your mouth to try and stop the pathetic noises from coming out. though one hand is suddenly grabbing that arm and pulling it down.

it's yoongi. he detaches his mouth from you to say, "i wanna hear you." and suddenly slips two fingers inside you.

"sensitive..." you mumble, your legs shaking again and threatening to close even if yoongi's head is between them.

"gotta clean you well," yoongi says. "jungkookie had a big load for you, huh?" he chuckles again.

you've never heard something so hot in your entire life. jungkook must think the same because he groans somewhere in the kitchen, you don't see him because you're too busy holding yoongi's eye contact.

"you like me cleaning jungkookie off your pussy?" yoongi asks you and gives your clit another little lick as he fucks the cum out of you with his fingers. "dirty girl."

"please, yoongi."

"love hearing you say that." he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.

"hyung, jesus fucking christ." jungkook sighs while yoongi goes back to eating you out like he's wanted it for months.

"i'm gonna cum, yoongi- ah!" you throw your head back against the fridge again when yoongi sucks on your clit and starts fucking you with his fingers again. "oh, right there!" his fingers keep brushing against that sweet spot and you're sure you're gonna cum soon.

it doesn't take long for you to cum on his mouth and fingers, yoongi gives your pussy one last kiss before placing another one on your thigh still on his shoulder and finally puts it down.

"you're okay?" yoongi asks you as he stands up and cups your face with his hands to check on you.

"yeah," you nod. "just a little dizzy."

"i'm sure you're tired." he brushes his thumbs on your cheeks affectionately and your eyes close on their own. "i'll go prepare a bath for you, okay?" he says and kisses your forehead.

and holy fuck, you never thought that thing people said about feeling butterflies in your stomach was real but now you can feel them because as soon as yoongi pulls away, you feel another kiss on your cheek from jungkook.

"you were amazing." he tells you and you have half a mind to smile.

"wait," you turn to the door where yoongi is already making his way to the bathroom. "yoongi!" you call out for him and he quickly turns around.

"yeah?" he asks and your eyes go down to his crotch. he's hard. of course he is.

"do you... want help with that?" you ask shyly but he just waves a hand dismissively.

"don't worry about it, you're completely spent, you should rest now." yoongi replies sincerely but then looks to jungkook. "unless you're ready for another round." he cocks an eyebrow.

you look at jungkook and a giggle slips out of your mouth when you see him shocked, his cheeks tomato red. yoongi chuckles too.

"i'm just teasing you," the older says. "i'll go prepare a bath." and he leaves the kitchen.

then you're alone with jungkook again. you grab your clothes from the floor even if you're not really gonna put them on now.

"what was all of that about?" you dare to ask and you know jungkook understands what you mean but you still push further. "yoongi and you...?"

"it was nothing." he quickly replies. you're not dumb, he's getting defensive.

"okay..." you mutter. "calm down, i wasn't judging."

"i know," jungkook says and oh he looks troubled. "it was just nothing."

"okay," you nod and give him a reassuring smile because he looks more tense now than before. "just... if you've got some thoughts you need to let out... i'm here, or whatever..." you try not to make things real serious but you just don't want to see jungkook like this.

"i'm okay." he replies.

"mh, good." you end up putting just your shorts on again because it might be a little weird to have this conversation while being half naked.

"by the way, that was short but it was amazing." jungkook says out of nowhere and you giggle, slapping his arm.

"yeah, you were not bad either." you say and squeeze his bicep twice before walking out of the kitchen.

and when you're left alone in the corridor everything you just did hits you like a truck.

what the hell have you done?

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A/N: hope you enjoyed it !! i'm not 100% satisfied with this one, i know i could've done a lot better but yeah :) thank u for reading ! have a nice day <3

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[sunlightmurdock]

My Future In You | 2.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, enemies to lovers kinda thing, requited love but they’re idiots your honour, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy / birth complications

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A little past 1am, legs stretched out ahead of you, draped across Bradley’s legs. Some old straight to TV movie playing, giggling like a couple of teenagers. Bradley loudly voices his complaint as he picks up a m&m that had been thrown at his forehead.

He’s in just a pair of shorts, his hair dry now and his curls a little shorter than normal. Navy regulations. You kind of miss the length that he used to have on the back and sides, but this look suits him too.

“I’m just saying, you’re the one who fucked my roommate.” You shrug, mock-nonchalantly, and pretend to focus back on the movie in front of you. It’s some dumb story of a small town cowboy.

In the mood for dramatics tonight, Bradley throws his head back and groans.

“Before I even met you!” He chides, sitting forwards and snatching the candy from you before you have opportunity to turn any more of them into projectiles.

“Then you texted her after you’d already knocked me up.” You remind him, playfully calm.

“Ah, ah — She texted me, it’s not like I would’ve fucked her again — and let’s not forget that you had a whole boyfriend until you were in your second trimester.” Bradley points out.

“And stop saying knocked up. Makes me feel weird.” Grumbling like a discontented teenager, Bradley nudges your leg with his so that you have to look at his face and see his little frown.

All of that seems so far away now. Ryan. Your roommates, who you’ll probably never see again. Christmas with your family. You’ve barely even thought about it all since you got here.

“I’m sorry, Bradley — how should I be phrasing it?” You tease.

His lips tug at the corners, threatening to disrupt his dramatic frown and disarm his little act. A small shrug of those broad, tanned shoulders.

“All those couples at the parenting class keep saying ‘when we found out we were expecting’. That works.”

“Mm, but when I found out I was expecting I cried for three days and when you found out you implied that I was a whore and offered me money. Our story doesn’t really sound like theirs’.” You remind him. He presses his lips together in a line. That feels so far away now too.

He remembers the anger he felt towards you back then, which is a complicated thing in itself. He remembers why, and how — and everything about that first week, actually. He remembers being so furious at you for making that choice without him. A complete stranger, complicating his future when he had just stepped out of his complicated past.

The anger still makes sense to him. He doesn’t feel it anymore, he isn’t proud of the way he acted, but he can look back now and know that it was all just fear.

Going from being a scared little boy and looking after a sick mother, to being an adult and having nothing to care for but himself, to then meeting you. It hadn’t felt fair to have that all stripped away before he had started it.

But now, when he thinks of this living room being empty, or that small room being an office instead of a nursery, it makes this all seem so much more bleak.

The movie credits roll, leaving you even more confused about what the plot was supposed to be. Bradley sits up and pushes himself onto his knees, then parts your legs for him to dip between. You’re sighing softly now, contented as he presses his lips to yours.

“I don’t think you’re a whore,” He mumbles against your mouth, making you chuckle softly against him. “And I’m glad that I knocked you up, for the record.”

Another soft chuckle. He presses his lips warmly to your skin. Cheeks, jaw. A gentle tour of your face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, you’re hot pregnant,” Bradley beams at you, earning himself another little laugh. “And — y’know, I’m excited for the kid too.”

Looking up at him, your fingers circle over his smooth, freckled shoulders. A few moments of silence pass between the two of you before a commercial comes on and disturbs the bliss.

“Time to put the baby to bed, don’t you think?” He asks. You glance down at your swollen stomach and back up at your new boyfriend. Smiling at him, you give a defiant shake of your head.

“We aren’t tired.” You decide.

A soft groan and he cups your belly in his hands, feeling soft fluttering kicks to unfortunately support your claims. Smile growing into an embarrassingly amused beam, you watch Bradley as he pushes your shirt up and peppers kisses across your stomach.

“Tell him to give his old man a break, some of us have to be up in a couple hours,” Bradley murmurs into your skin, earning himself an applause of his new favourite sound. He looks up grinning at your laughter. “What?”

“You, being somebody’s old man,” A quick scrunch of your nose and a shake of your head, laughter still bubbling through you. “Weird to think about.”

His cheeks redden like the tops of his ears, then he grins. Sitting back on his heels, his hands slide along your stomach to rest at the very bottom. Again, he feels a soft little kick against his palm.

“Y’know, I think he’s nocturnal. I barely felt him this morning and now he’s wide awake.” You explain.

Another shrug, smiling as he leans down and kisses your stomach once more. “Wanted to stay up and watch a movie with his folks.” Bradley muses, making you smile. Absentmindedly, you card your fingers through his fluffy, air-dried curls. His lips press warmly to the underside of your belly, “No harm in that.”

Fingers trailing from his auburn curls, down over the tanned muscles in his shoulders as he peppers kisses across your stomach.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger already. Old man.” You tease, nudging at his leg with your foot. He chuckles softly, cool breath tickling your skin. Another kiss, then he looks up at you.

“Me? — Mama’s the one letting him stay up late.” Bradley prods, sitting up and bringing his mouth to yours once more. The kiss is slow, lazy, his hand cupping your hip. When he leans over you now, your stomach always bumps into his middle. He’s going to miss it when it isn’t there anymore.

Turning his head, he presses his face into your neck and nips softly at your skin. You hum, keening towards the feeling. It becomes growingly tender, lips replacing teeth, tongue soothing over the warm spots left behind.

Finally, he sits back up and kisses your lips chastely. “Will you come to bed with me?”

“You can go ahead, I won’t wake you up.” You promise.

“I know, but I like falling asleep with you.” He squeezes softly at your hips, remembering to be gentle with your sore joints these days. He sits forwards and kisses your mouth again, then again after that. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he isn’t going to stop until you agree.

Pushing against his bare chest, he sits back on his heels and raises his eyebrows at you.

“Fine…” You huff, extending your arms for him. Slipping his hands into yours, he’s on his feat with an annoying level of ease that you can no longer manage. He tugs you up with him.

“I’ll lock up.” Ducking around you and kissing your neck, he leaves you with a gentle pat on the ass and then moves to make sure all of the doors and windows are locked and that the lights are off. You pad along the hallway to your shared bedroom and peel your shirt over your head.

Over the past month, you seem to have really popped. The kid is really making himself known in there. Enough so, that you’re well into the stage now of wearing exclusively maternity clothes or stretching out Bradley’s old gym clothes. Tonight, given the lingering heat, you opt for an old basketball shirt that Bradley hasn’t fit into since high school. Before he grew a foot and lost eighty pounds in his junior year.

It’s not huge on you at this stage of your pregnancy, but gives you the reprieve of a waistband pressing into your stomach.

Bradley’s chest hits your back before you even feel him approaching, turning his face into the crook of your neck, almost knocking you over with his weight.

His hands skim under the shirt and up over your stomach, making an all-too-familiar beeline for your breasts. He groans softly into your skin, growing half-hard against your back.

“Mm-mm,” You’re smiling and shaking your head at him all at once. “You need to go to bed, remember?”

“Fuck,” He breathes out, eyes closed, soft skin under his palms. If he pressed any harder into your back, he would knock you onto your front. “I do.”

Your palm slips between the two of you, reaching back to cup him over his shorts, stroking just loosely over the length of his hardening cock.

“Would be pretty difficult to sleep with that, though.”

“You’re such a tease.” He mumbles into your neck, kneading softly at your breasts. He rolls his hips forwards slightly, using your hand for friction on his increasingly hard cock.

“Are you flying tomorrow?” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, his lips sucking softly at the curve of your neck. His realization courses through him like relief, you can practically feel it.

His head shakes quickly. “In a classroom all day.”

Your palm squeezes softly around the tent in his shorts, a quiet hum, mock consideration, leaving your lips. His hands push at the shirt, slowly dragging it up your middle and tugging it over your head.

His eyes feel heavy on you, hands trailing featherlight along your sides. Bradley reached out slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he takes hold of the band in your hair. He’s especially gentle as he takes it down and turns his face towards your hair.

Illuminated by the soft light of the bedside table, Bradley’s becoming increasingly gentle with you — each time that you’ve slept with him recently, you can feel that he’s being more careful than he would normally be. He knows that you’re sore and more tired than you would normally be, but he never once declines the opportunity to have you.

Today is no exception as he turns you towards him, palms skimming along your back, squeezing at your ass as he holds you against him. Laying you down slowly on your shared bed, he notices your lips quirk softly as he covers your body with his.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You give a small shake of your head and lift to kiss him, still smiling when you pull back. He squints at you, studying the amusement on your features. It just makes you want to smile, is all. Him being so wordlessly soft; knowingly gentle. It doesn’t take a conversation or a warning. He knows your limits.

He knows you so well these days. The kind of shampoo or deodorant to pick up. Exactly which spots to press his fingers harder into when he’s giving you a foot rub. Exactly how to make you scowl at him and melt into his arms moments later when he’s being annoying. Your chest heaves with a particularly deep breath.

Bradley’s lips are on your chest, his hands skimming along your thighs, kneading at the flesh.

“Tell me you want me.” It’s a pant, really, just breathless. He rocks himself against your core, sitting back on his knees and squeezing at your hips. He takes that plush, pink bottom lip between his teeth and just stares down at you with the prettiest mahogany coloured eyes you’ve ever seen.

Teasing at an almost smile, you bite the inside of your cheek to contain it. A soft shake of your head and he smiles back at you. You glance down, watching him palm over the tent in his shorts. Finally, you meet his gaze once more. “I don’t think your ego can handle being any bigger than it already is.”

“It can take a little more,” Bradley hums. He exhales, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he watches his ring and index fingers dip through your folds, gathering your excitement on the digits. “Tell me you want me.”

You do. So badly that it makes you hot. Makes your muscles go tense. Makes your chest tighten.

“I want you,” It’s an admission that you never would’ve given him months ago, weeks ago even. There’s a lot about you now isn’t the same as it was a few months ago. It’s right on the tip of your tongue. I love you. It’s insane — terrifying, actually. You swallow and stick to what you know, “I want you.”

It would slip so effortlessly off of your tongue. When he’s buried into you, breathing hard into your ear, your face buried into the curve of his neck and god — he still smells exactly like him, now mixed with your body wash that he’s adamant he doesn’t steal. So natural, just another breathless, meaningless exhale in the middle of sex.

“You feel so good,” Bradley groans out, his thick fingers sliding along the nape of your neck and up into your hair. He curls them into your roots and flexes his fist just softly. Just the right amount of tug, a gentle pull that has you moaning against his jugular. “Fuck, baby… you…”

He turns his head, lips grazing your jaw and working lazily along to your lips. When he gets there, finally, it feels like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. He kisses you slowly, his tongue in your mouth and his hand in your hair. In your shared bed.

The mattress is softer here and he never wakes up with a sore neck because of the shitty pillows. Sometimes he wakes up with a sore neck because of how his body is wound around yours, but he doesn’t mind that as much. Moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you slowly.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

A breath catches in your throat and you aren’t sure whether it’ll turn into a laugh or a cry. Ultimately, it settles into a soft moan, your breath tickling his earlobe and making him shiver. Then, it becomes a laugh. He sits back on his knees to get a good look at that grin on your face.

Stretching out his shoulders, he guides your thighs over the tops of his. He gives them a soft squeeze and slows down a little, giving a breathless nod. “I mean it. You’re so fucking perfect, just like this.”

He wets his lips with his tongue, eyes trailing ever so slowly along your body, rocking his hips forwards tenderly. Briefly, you think that he’s going to say it. It doesn’t happen. Just more expletives, shallow breaths, eager grunts. More kisses, his hands on your skin.

After, when you’re settled into his old basketball shirt, under your sheets, and he is wrapped around your body from behind, his big palm sprawled out over your stomach — you’re okay with it. The silent knowledge that he must be on the same page.

The next morning, he has to be up before the sun is even halfway risen. He’s growing proficient at doing it without waking you. Showering silently and dressing in the bathroom, laying his clothes out the night before. It always makes you stir when he slips back into the room and leaves you with a chaste kiss on the lips, and a soft peck at the top of your rounded stomach. Still, you’re okay with that too.

You squirm a little, laying back against that perpetually uncomfortable plastic-leather mix exam chair. The gel is a lot more uncomfortable when you’re still hot from the mid-day Florida heat than it had been on those snowy mornings back in Virginia. Still, it’s all routine by this point. The cold jelly on your stomach, comfy pants that can easily be pushed down a little, warm sweater to combat the always high air conditioning.

You’re missing the part of your routine that has always made you comfiest: Jake sitting outside in the waiting room. He’s states away, Bradley’s stuck in work, you’re all on your own. It’s just a routine check up — just to check if he’s breach. You’ve been telling yourself that all morning. It hasn’t stopped you from sitting on the carpeted floor of his nursery and staring at his crib, still in the box.

Your heart swells at the idea of meeting him. You’ve been picturing him a lot recently. Your nose, Bradley’s lips. Soft morning cuddles, sleepless nights, constant diaper changes — it’s easy enough to tell yourself that you’re ready, it’s just more of a complicated thing to be certain that you are. Even if you’re not ready, he’ll be here in a few short weeks. You need to remind Bradley to pick up screws for his crib.

The doctor’s brows knit together, she adjusts her glasses and wiggles the wand a little bit, then looks back to you. “Hm, have you been experiencing reduced movement at all, Miss Seresin?”

The question throws you. Blinking at her, chilled from the whir of the air conditioning, you shake your head. Your throat squeezes. “No, not at all. He was kicking a lot last night.”

Both of you look back to the screen. He’s moving now. Little legs just kicking softly in that familiar black and white hue. A quick glance across, you stare at your sweater on the chair where Bradley should be sitting. It’s too cold in here. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to move to get the sweater.

“Hm,” She nods her head slowly. Her face is calm enough, her tone doesn’t give you any clues. The thought that crosses your mind hits you like a speeding semi. Blunt force, speeding — out of left field. Six and a half months of no contact and all of a sudden, sitting alone in this exam room, too cold, you want your Mom.

It’s clear that you’re panicking, and the doctor continues with as much caution as she can. She speaks to you like she’s trying to soothe a crying child, but it isn’t patronising. Her neatly groomed brows raise at you, “Any fatigue, bleeding, stomach pains?”

“I’ve been tired, I guess.” You squeak. She softens, reaching out and placing her hand into yours. Your throat tightens. “Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s just looking a little bit smaller than we would have expected for this stage in the pregnancy,” Your heart sinks, and the side of the exam table suddenly feels especially empty without Bradley there. The doctor continues on as comfortingly as she can. “I’d just like to run a few tests while you’re here — just to make sure that we’re prepared to make the end of your pregnancy as safe and comfortable as possible.”

As she turns and leaves you trapped in that little grey room with the closed blinds, shutting out any semblance of sunlight, all that you can think about is the first appointment that Bradley ever came to with you. Everything going on back then and how badly you had wanted him to not even show up. How confusingly nice it had felt to have him holding your hand through it. Your head falls back against the exam chair and your eyes burn with tears.

You leave the office with a pamphlet on fetal growth restriction, potential causes and side-effects. It might not be that, she tells you, some babies are just smaller and that’s just fine. They just want to keep a close eye on you these last few weeks. Early delivery is a possibility.

You’re dialing the number out of pure instinct. Flowing tears, running to Mommy — there’s a natural link there. Some kind of hardwired impulse, probably. Chest heaving, blinking back searingly hot tears, you listen to it ring and ring. It’s just a Wednesday morning, maybe she’s at the office. It just keeps on ringing.

Bradley frowns as he listens to the busy dial tone, pulling back and checking his phone. You’d promised to call him when you got out of the appointment. He checks down at his watch. Maybe Jake got a couple of minutes to call you. He has to be back in class. He texts you that he’ll catch you at home and turns.

If his mind were clearer, he might have noticed the stare on him as he turned. The familiar blue eyes, blown wide open. Maverick pales at the sight of the boy at the end of the hallway. Familiar sandy brown curls, a brief look at Bradley’s face. The mustache he had been trying to grow when Mav saw him last has grown in now. Maverick swallows.

He hasn’t seen this kid in almost two years. Not a single phone call or text. He hadn’t even known where Bradley was living after he moved out of the house in Norfolk. And now he’s here, standing at the end of a hallway in a random Navy base that Mav wasn’t even supposed to be at this week. Dressed in his khakis, he’s a kind of familiar that makes Pete Mitchell’s stomach churn.

“Bradley?”

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Presence (18+) Jack X Urban X Reader

Summary- When you ask what Jack and Urban want for their birthday, they both say they want you.

Warnings- 18+ smut, threesome

It wasn't the first time the three of you had talked about sex, in fact, you, Jack, and Urban were all very open with pretty much everything being roommates. You had even had sex with Urban once after a drunken night, but while you hoped it had gone further than that one night, it didn’t. What you didn't know is how jealous Jack got when he found out about that night. Both boys had massive crushes on you. 

Every Sunday night, you would have movie nights, which usually ended up with you three talking about anything random that you could think of while a movie played in the background.

“Wait so you’ve never had a threesome?” Jack asked you and you shook your head.

“No. You say that like it’s something everyone does.” You teased Jack.

“I have.” Both Jack and Urban speak at the same time. You can’t help but laugh.

“Of course you two have.” You teased again.

“The real question isn’t if you’ve had a threesome, it should be would you ever have a threesome?” Urban asked, him and Jack listening intently for your answer. You shifted slightly under their gaze as they subconsciously leaned forward.

“I don’t know, it would have to be with the right people. But with the right people in the right situation, then sure, maybe.” You said. “If you two are done interrogating me about my sex life, then I’m going to bed.” You said, laughing softly. You all said goodnight before you went to your room.

Jack and Urban gave each other a look as soon as you left, and without even speaking a word, they knew exactly what the other was thinking.

The next afternoon, you were all sitting on the couch when you started to bug them about their birthdays that were coming up.

“Guys, both of your birthdays are next week, please just tell me what you want.” You said. Jack and Urban never expected you to get them presents, always saying your presence was enough. Your presence and that you planned their party.

Jack and Urban shared a look before turning to you.

“We did actually think of one thing.” Urban said.

“Okay, tell me what it is.” You said, excited that they were finally going to tell you what they wanted.

“You.” Jack said and you rolled your eyes slightly.

“C’mon, you always tell me that my presence is enough but I want to actually get you both something that you want.” You insisted, not realizing what Jack meant.

“Not your presence.” Urban clarified.

“We want to have a threesome. With you. As long as you’re comfortable with it. You don’t need to give us an answer now, think about it.” Jack reassured you and you nodded. You didn’t need to think about it, you knew the answer, but you didn’t want either of them to know how eager you were.

“I’ll think about it.” Just like Jack and Urban both liked you, you liked both of them. Other than your one previous hookup with Urban, you had been afraid to take your relationship with either of them further. Though your friendship bordered something more than a normal friendship. 

You decided to wait a few days to tell them your decision, and in those days, neither Jack nor Urban questioned you about it. They didn’t want you to feel pressured. You took the opportunity to tease them though, brushing up against them when you walked past them, or wearing something slightly more revealing than you normally would. While you weren’t sure if they would notice, they did. 

After a couple of days, you finally told both of them that you had made your decision. After that, it wasn’t long until you were lying in Jack’s bed, your clothes already removed except for the lingerie that you had put on in preparation, but the lace wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. 

Jack attached his lips to yours, letting his hands roam your body. Urban climbed on the bed, hovering over your body as he pressed kisses all the way from your hip to your chest. As Urban approached your chest he reached up and pulled one side of your bra down to expose your breast. Urban’s tongue immediately found your nipple, circling it a few times before gently grazing his teeth over it, making you moan, arching your back slightly as he continued to kiss up the rest of your chest and neck. Once he reached your jaw, Jack pulled away, Urban reaching up to pull your head towards him, kissing you.

Jack reached behind you, you pushed your arched off the bed again to help Jack unhook your bra before he pulled it off, discarding it onto the floor. While Urban let his hand roam down to the hem of your remaining lingerie.

“Are you going to be good for us pretty girl?” Jack asked, standing next to the bed as he took off the clothes he had on. You nodded eagerly as Urban’s thumb found your clit, you letting out a gasp.

“Use your words.” Urban reminded you.

“Yes. I’m going to be good for you.” You moaned out, Urban pulled his thumb away from your clit, your hips trying to chase his hand, already missing the contact. Urban pulled down the remaining clothing piece you had on, before Jack got back on the bed, switching with Urban who stood up to take off his clothes.

“Good girl.” Jack said, hovering over you, his tongue finding its way to your clit as two of his fingers thrusted into you. Due to the built up anticipation, it didn’t take much before you felt a tightness in your stomach and you were coming undone around Jack’s fingers. Urban pumped himself a few times with his own hand while he watched you and Jack.

“Okay, my turn.” Urban said, getting back on the bed. “On your hands and knees.” Urban told you and you complied. Jack moved out of Urban’s way, moving towards the head board. Urban slowly pushed his dick into you until his hips met yours, giving you a minute to adjust.

You tried to push your hips into Urban’s signaling him to move, but he held your hips still for another minute. He desperately wanted to start thrusting into you immediately, and the moan he let out when he pushed into you let you know that, but he also wanted to make sure you were ready.

“You good?” Urban asked and you nodded.

“Yes, please move.” You begged, and Urban nodded, moving his hands to your waist as he started to thrust into you, both of you letting out moans as he moved. You timed your hips so you could meet Urban’s hips with his thrusts.

“Open your mouth.” Jack said, and you did, looking up at Jack as you took the tip of his dick in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip a couple of times before you took more of him in your mouth. “Fuck.” Jack moaned, throwing his head back.

Urban quickened his thrusts, making you moan again. Jack pulled your hair into a ponytail with one of his hands, pushing himself further into your mouth, stopping once he hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

“You’re doing so good.” Urban praised. Jack continued to thrust into your mouth as Urban moved his hands to your hips.

Jack pulled out of your mouth and you looked up at him confused.

“I want to cum in you.” Jack said as he let go of your hair. You nodded. You had told both of them that you were on the pill so they could cum inside of you if they wanted. 

Urban pulled out of you as well, guiding you to lay on your back before he pushed inside of you again, his thrusts barely finding a steady rhythm before you came, squeezing around his dick as you did. Urban’s thrusts became unsteady, a sign that he was going to cum soon.

After a few more thrusts, Urban reached his orgasm, releasing inside of you. He slowed his thrusts, working you both through your orgasms before pulling out of you completely. Jack had moved to his back.

“You think you can handle one more for me?” Jack asked you as he pushed your hair out of your face. You nodded as you caught your breath. 

Jack used his hands to guide your hips to straddle his. Both of you moaning as you lowered yourself onto him. You almost immediately started to move your hips up and down, your boobs bouncing as you did, Jack’s hands making their way to your boobs, his thumbs brushing your nipples.

Jack’s hands brushed your sides as they landed onto your hips, guiding them. As you both continued to moan, Jack pushed his hips up in time with your thrusts, helping you so you didn’t have to do all of the work.

Jack eventually flipped you over once he could tell you had gotten tired. Jack guided your legs to be placed behind his back, using one of his hands to push your leg back more while his other was placed next to your head to steady himself. The new angle making Jack reach a different angle, causing you to moan louder. You gripped his wrist that was by your head, digging your nails into his skin, while your other hand gripped the bedsheets. 

You leaned over to kiss Urban, the hand that was gripping the bed sheets going to grip his hair, the kiss quieting your moans.

You and Jack were both already close, Jack from the blow job you were giving him and you from the two previous orgasms you had so it didn’t take much for you to reach your peaks. You and Jack both came at the same time, Jack also working you through both of your orgasms before laying down on the other side of you.

You and Jack both caught your breaths while Urban reached down in between your legs. Urban collected some of the cum that was spilling out of you with his finger, brushing your clit as he did.

“I can’t.” You said quietly.

“It’s okay, you did great.” Urban reassured you before lifting his finger to your mouth, you wrapped your lips around it, collecting the cum with your tongue before swallowing it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jack said, kissing the top of your head before the two stood up to grab a towel, cleaning you off and them themselves.

The three of you laid in bed, partially still catching your breaths.

“I don’t think that will be the last time we’re doing that.” Urban said.

“Maybe if you both request it for your next birthday.” You teased.

“Or, maybe for yours.” Jack said.

“I wouldn’t object. I don’t think this is a one time thing.” You admitted.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it just as much as I did.” Jack said.

“Me too.” Urban agreed.

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#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt x reader

[weebsinstash]

I was wondering, would Mayday tell the difference between us the the YouTwo?? Cuz from the movie she looks very perceptive and smart enough, so I can’t help but wonder if she could tell when it’s us or YouTwo?

For example; we probably blow on her stomach to make her laugh whenever we greeted her. But YouTwo? She just holds her at arms length and looks at her like she’s a disease

And probably Peter B Parker would know it’s us or not??

I like the idea that certain people and especially the more animal-based Spiders can always kind of inherently tell who's who just by smell alone, but also, something I think I haven't utilized in many of my ideas yet is the Spidey Sense. You can lowkey just spidey vibe check someone and kind of tell or sense stuff about them? And like I dunno if I'm misinterpreting the scene but didn't Miles also have certain visions with some of his Spidey Sense episodes like in the first movie, he has visions of the spider being an alchemax spider just before he meets Blonde Peter, or, idk, he saw visuals with his Spidey Sense

Like sidebar but the whole, kind of vision thing, imagine you're extremely stressed and have you know maybe been doing some self harming stuff and Peter B sees you're going through it one day and, you're actually about to open up to him when you experience the Spidey vision/premonition of, you tell him and he immediately goes and tells Miguel, and you realize oh he's kind of a snitching bastard ain't he (but it's for your own good he promises he's just worried about you kiss kiss uncle Pete loves ya)

But no, I was maybe thinking, YouTwo pops up and Reader is going through their 'beginning a depressive episode' shit and you can tell YouTwo is new and freaked out and, well, it's real easy to see yourself in, well, yourself, and you're like "hey I know what it feels like to feel alone, maybe you could, hang out with this friend of mine, just this once" and you give some tips on how to act around them and, maybe the more you get depressed and feel useless, you actually let them take over more and more and it's when they have some decent "power" that they start actively replacing you and messing with you and trying to kick you out and get rid of you for real

Reader, who is also feeling aimless and depressed: hey other me, why don't you go hang out with this buddy Pavitr of mine, he has this healing energy--

YouTwo: *gets along well with Pavitr and he winds up inviting other friends of yours and YouTwo makes their own independent plans with all of them, basically assimilating deep into your entire friend group and giving themselves more opportunities to steal your friends and more people, and also these hangouts become later 'proof' aka "well im the real one and i can prove it, hey Pavitr remember when we--"*

Reader: hmmmm definitely don't like that!

But no just. Picture Peter B one day finds a little bruise on Mayday, maybe a few of them, and he noticed her temperament is a little different. He can just TELL something is wrong and so can her mother Mary Jane, and Peter thinks, well, there's really not many times she's even out of his sight, ALTHOUGH he DID let 'you' babysit a few times. And at first he wants to play it off, "oh you're just inexperienced with babies and Mayday can be a total handful, you probably just made a mistake" and 'you' even lie and say, maybe it was another kid or Spider animal who got to her when 'you' had barely turned your back

But Peter B gets a little tiny baby monitor/listening device gadget, like a little hard plastic keychain that looks innocent and is ultra durable, and he attaches it to Mayday anyways, just to find out definitively what's happening, and he's with Miguel one day making idle chit chat and they can just hear 'you' over the baby monitor, "why does he keep leaving you with me. I don't even like you, you nasty little monster" and Peter B is just sort of like. ":) haha I'm sure they're. They're joking. They're totally joking" and there's just a series of *yelp* "did you just fucking bite me? Little BITCH!" *Mayday cries out and starts bawling* "yeah you're lucky that's all you get, my parents used to do way worse to me--"

Cue Peter B and Miguel bursting into the room because both fathers are understandably ENRAGED because 1. Dude have 'you' been hurting Parker's literal actual baby and 2. This is not the person they thought it was. Oh SHIT is this not the right person they thought it was

Peter B eventually meets up with you, the real you again, because sometimes i imagine Reader just quietly moves to a normal part of Nueva York and you hand your Spidey life over to YouTwo, and youre understandably a little hateful and dont want to talk to him, but he kinda just, deposits his baby into your arms. Hes gonna baby test ya and see if youre the real one. Mayday just is totally relaxed in your arms, which are noticeably much more careful holding her than your double was because Peter B actually showed you how to hold a baby, and she also has a bandaid on her hand from scratching it against something and you're just like "oh no, you got a little boo boo 🥺 why does your DUMB DADDY keep bringing you around places you can get hurt" and Peter B is like "well ok I think that's a little uncalled for but this one is definitely the real one"

Peter B is then at the front of the Anti YouTwo lynchmob because "that fake HURT MY BABY, Miguel!" which of course wins over a bunch of other formerly skeptical Spiders. You think Jess would ever give YouTwo a second chance? Fuck that, she's not gonna trust some temperamental monster around her baby whenever it's born! Meanwhile Spider Cat who can't talk is over here like "yeah well why do you think I kept biting them, they're a fake 🙄 you see this bullshit, Spider Miette" "jail for faker, jail for faker for one thousand years--"

The Spider Society finally 'gets you back' all "and arent you so happy things can just go back to normal again :)" and you're like "uhhh no fuck you guys, I'll live here but only because you don't give me any other option, the only ones of you I still trust anymore are the animal Spiders, the little kids, Hobie the realest bitch in here who never doubted me, and the toys, isn't that right special edition neon funko pop Miles Morales"

One day after YouTwo has replaced you they get too comfortable thinking everyone is always never once going to question or doubt them anymore and some absolutely heinous shit comes out of their mouth and like they get the social equivalent of one of those Telltale or Fallout video game HUDS pop up, "EVERYONE disliked that" "Miguel will remember that" "social karma lost"

YouTwo, not realizing you did one last thing to fuck them over on the way out: oh hey it's that Hobie guy that's been gone for ages, the real me told me the special password to let him know I'm the real one was "blue lives matter"?

the second that shit comes out of YouTwo's mouth he instantly knows as well as literally anyone around who knows Hobie now knows that's the fake you. YouTwo gets some real life ass [YOU CANNOT FAST TRAVEL WHEN THERE ARE HOSTILES IN YOUR AREA] as Hobie and everyone else for that matter instantly goes into full "I can't kill you but I can beat your ass" mode

#yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere x reader

[lara635kookie]

I didn't even watch "WISH" yet because in my country it will only be available at january, but people are saying it's a bad cliche so I probably won't watch at the cinema.

The thing is, even though I am a hopeless romantic, not everything has to have romance. There are princess who are perfectly fine without a prince, like Mirabel, Elsa, Merida, Moana and Raya(I do kinda like the idea of Raya with a girl, just not Namaari). But we were so robbed of seeing Asha and the star boy(he is literally a staR so I don't doubt Disney would call him StaN or something like that, so his name is Stan from now on, I am gonna call him like that, is easier than star boy). Asha and Stan had the potential to be the next Tianaveen and Rapunzel&Eugene (I don't know their ship name). The concept arts are the cutest thing I have ever seen. Also "At All Costs" (bop) would have been a love song between the two!!! Them singing it man. The pain I will feel when I don't see them passionately sing it, very "I see the light" coded, in the actual movie. Somehow, now is not feminist for a strong female character to have a male partner by her side. Like...This doesn't make sense! You can be a strong female character and have a man at the same time! Have y'all forgotten Mulan and Shang? Anna and Kristoff? Ariel and Eric? Jasmine and Aladdin? (There are more examples and I could go on all day, but you got what I meant already) I hate Disney for throwing good ideas at the trash and playing safe just for money(like Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk said "it's a metaphor for capitalism"). And as the guy looked blonde with blue/green eyes in the arts I have seen, and Asha is a black latina, they lost the opportunity of having a biracial couple ACTUALLY DONE RIGHT (Pocahontas and John Smith don't count, he is a collonizer with the most common name in the world, she deserves so much better). Like, if the thing is show how inclusive you are by having a black latina female protagonist for little girls to see and feel represented in a good way, you could have increased that feeling by making someone fall in love for her. Little girls would feel like they are beautiful and desired/desireable in a positive way and that they worthy of being loved and love and be with whoever they want to be with, even someone who has a different skin color.

I am also mad because we could have seen Disney's first evil villain COUPLE with King Magnifico and his wife, the queen(still don't know her name, sorry). Can't you guys imagine the HITS, THE FIRST PLACE OF BILLBOARD HOT 100 WORTHY songs, they would proportionate us? Even if only one song, it would be enough for me. But someone thought having a female villain would be anti-feminist and they discarded an original and authentic idea, which is what Disney built its empire on the first place. Come on Disney minorities don't want to be portrayed as those unrealistic superior beings, they want to be portrayed as real human beings with emotions, struggles, qualities and flaws. Having an iconic female villain like you guys always had(like Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Ursula, Mother Gothel, Lady Tremaine, etc) and set her up with an iconic male villain(like Gaston, Doctor Facilier, Shan Yu, Jafar, Hans, etc) it would have been top notch, god tier. King Magnifico and the queen could have been like the Gomez and Morticia of evil. You could address so many topics by it. Like the kingdom being ruled by evil would have been a great social critic of some politicians out there, for example. And we could have had an iconic final boss battle between Asha and Stan VS Magnifico and the queen.

Anyway, what I mean by this is that if someone has fanarts or just ANY CONTENT, of Asha and Stan, tag me, reblog this or comment, I don't care, just warn me, because they are my new obsession. I will also write a fanfic about this movie with these ideas, but only after I have watched the movie so until them, please feed my hyperfixation in Stasha (Star boy/Stan×Asha), I'm begging y'all

#disney wish #wish 2023 #princess asha #wish asha #king magnifico #asha x star #asha x star boy #asha x stan #asha x star guy

[featherandferns]

30 with fluff?

30. It's impossible to say no to you.

the horror film mentioned in this is honestly scarring (but really good). it's on netflix, called gerald's game. anyway! hope this is okay!

feel free to request! - prompt list

little mouse - prompt 30

To anyone – and I mean anyone – who asked, JJ would laugh at the idea that he’s scared of horror films.

‘Those things?’ he’d guffaw. ‘They’re a whole load of crap.’

He’d claim to sleep through them. To nap away the aggravating violin music as tension builds and sit rigid like a statue during jump-scares. The Pogues weren’t really huge movie buffs as it was. They preferred to spend their time doing things rather than sitting, even if that ‘doing’ was moving their elbow up and down to funnel beer down their throats. If they ever did flick on a film, it was usually some old action movie flick. James Bond, maybe. A good stoner film goes hard too. Occasionally JJ’d be forced along to the movie theatre with Pope to see a new Marvel or Star Wars installation. They weren’t particularly bad, just not really his scene. JJ and cinema weren’t exactly a common pairing.

So, when JJ met you on the beach one time after surfing, he didn’t peg you to be a big movie goer either. The more he got to know you, the more he imagined you’d perhaps be into indie coming-of-age things. There was an aura of innocence about you. A tangy sweetness to your personality, like a granny smith apple. Bright and bubbly. The best way he could describe you to someone who didn’t know you was to say you were ‘camp counsellor material’. Approachable, friendly and fun. The kind you’d want your mama to meet and the kind your pa would be proud of.

That’s why JJ more than gladly accepted your request to watch a movie together. He’d been harbouring a crush on you since the day he accidentally crashed into you on the waves (something the Pogues teased him for relentlessly) and the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with you was not something he was going to pass up. Like I said, JJ didn’t hate movies. He just didn’t map his time around watching them.

JJ rocks up to your house with a six pack of cider and a bag of strawberry whips. He tries to keep the giddy boyish joy at bay when you casually tell him that your parents were out for the night with your younger sister. He settles onto the spot on the sofa next to you, passing you a can, wondering whether you wanted to watch that indie flick he always has floating around on his tik-tok (Lady Bug, is it? Or Lady Boy?).

“What’re we watching then?” he asks.

You tap away on the remote. “Gerald’s Game.”

“Who?”

“It’s this Stephen King horror I’ve been dying to watch since I read the book,” you say, taking a sip of your drink.

JJ frowns. Horror? You? Nah. No way. “You like horror?”

You raise a brow at him. “You don’t?”

“Don’t you think they’re kinda cheesy?”

“Not when they’re done well. Like actually good horror that doesn’t rely on stupid jump scares and scary masks,” you say. “They’re like my favourite genre.”

JJ swallows his cider down as if he’s taking medicine. Watches as you track down the movie on Netflix and click play. The only thing that has his anxiety easing is when you cuddle into his side, crossing your feet over his, outstretched on the coffee table, as if it’s the most natural thing ever.

You see, when I said that JJ would laugh at anyone who asked if he was scared of horror films, I wasn’t lying. He would. He’d shrug it off. But in reality, JJ Maybank hates horror films. He’s scared shitless of them.

As the movie progresses, JJ feels himself feeling more and more sick with anxiety. This is awful. It’s eerie and creepy and too close to something that could actually happen that it makes him feel queasy. The worst part? You don’t even seem scared! Anyone would think you’re watching a nature documentary. He’s felt you shiver a couple of times during the jump scares, but nothing like how JJ was trying to keep himself from flying out of the seat.

When your hand begins stroking at his thigh, JJ has to keep from flinching, thinking it’s the eerie bloke in the corner of the screen somehow feeling him up. That’s to say, when he realises it’s you, he gladly pulls his attention from the television to find you already looking up at him. Making out with you is a great deal anyway, but even more so when it means JJ doesn’t have to watch the film. Coaxes you into his lap as he sensually licks into your mouth, grinning against your smile as you coil your arms around his neck like a tamed viper. Some childish giddiness lit up inside him as one thought sprints through his head, the moment you rock against him: I’m kissing my crush! I’m kissing my crush!

He couldn’t tell you why he does, but JJ half opens his eyes and, for some reason, glances to the screen of the television. The main character’s driving now, the light around her unnaturally orange and pink, and she seems frantic. Then, the fucking jump scare happens.

“Little mouse.”

JJ breaks apart from you with a far-from masculine screech. You practically fall off him in shock, tumbling back into your spot on the sofa. JJ’s chest is rising and falling like he’s narrowly dodged being ploughed by a car. You stare at him a moment, regard him, then start laughing.

“JJ, are you scared?” you chuckle.

He gapes at you. “How are you not? Have we been watching the same film?”

“It’s just a dumb horror. It isn’t real.”

“It could be.”

“What, are you planning on taking your abusive husband to some random country cottage and handcuffing yourself to the bed, then have him die on top of you from a Viagra overdose?”

JJ blinks at you. Is that what the film is about? Maybe you are watching different movies…

“It’s just a dumb horror,” you repeat with a laugh.

JJ shakes his head. Somewhat shy, he confesses, “I hate horror.”

“What? Why didn’t you say so? We could’ve watched something else,” you say, sitting up, smiling at him.

Shit, you’re so pretty. JJ smiles back.

“Didn’t wanna kill the vibe,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, cause throwing me off your lap isn’t killing the vibe,” you return in a flat tone.

JJ rolls his eyes and grabs at your waist, hauling you back atop of him, making the two of you snigger like wine-drunk teenagers. He kisses at your mouth a couple of times, bumping his forehead and nose against yours.

“You could’ve just said no to the movie. We’d have watched something else. Maybe Madagascar? Or Shrek?”

JJ ignores your teasing. Kisses you again. Grins when he feels you melt into him, sighing against his mouth.

“It’s impossible to say no to you,” he tells you privately. Because it’s true. And it remains true for the rest of the time you two date.

#jj #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj fic #jj drabble #jj maybank drabble #jj x reader drabble #jj maybank x reader drabble #drabbles #prompts #30 #fluff #obx #outer banks #obx drabbles #outer banks drabbles

[chiiyuuvv]

XIKERS LATESTAMPS °

• PAIRING — xikers!bestfriend x reader

• GENRE — basically xikers late hours but I wanted to change the name, clingy, cuddly, fluffy, cute, soft, delulu, single.. you get the point

• WORD COUNT — 927

• AUTHORS NOTE — wanted to take a small break of requests because I've been doing them back to back and it's starting to get a little tiring.. </3 this is actually going to be 'xikers when they think you've fallen asleep' but after writing minjaes I realized it was nowhere near that but I didnt want to start over so yeah, basically xikers late hours pt. 2 but I wanted to change the name, so xikers latestamps ✨ get it? Anyways sorry for rambling but I'm gonna write a imagine that I've been thinking about for a while and then get back to requests.. thank you for request btw!! ♡

MASTERLIST!

Minjae ☆

11:34

You and minjae were watching a movie when he heard you snoring

He looks over at you with a small chuckle before turning off the tv and tossing a blanket over your body

His heart would flutter like crazy has he watches you sleep peacefully, when a strand of hair falls in your face

Would tuck it behind your ear as he let's out a sigh "I dont know what I'd do without you.. I love you so so much."

You could hear him slightly through your dreams as a small smile forms, minjae taking the opportunity to cup your cheeks and lay a soft kiss on it ♡

Junmin ☆

8:40

You and junmin were scrolling through your phones when you fell asleep

Junmin didnt notice at first until he heard the thud of your phone dropping

Picking it up and scooting closer to you, he would take your phone and take a bunch of embarrassing photos of you sleeping

Until he got an idea

"Poppy poppy poppy pop" he'd bounce the camera on your face ♡

Sumin ☆

10:05

Would let out the cutest giggle as he watches you close your eyes 🥺🥺

Makes conversation with you, even though you were asleep

"I think.. I'm in love with you." "You're so pretty and my heart always flutters when you smile."

"Wow.. I'm really in love." He would rest on his arms, looking over at you with the softest smile

Hes scared that you wouldnt like him back, but it didnt matter to him. As long as he had you, he was fine ♡

Jinsik ☆

10:59

"Oh. Did you fall asleep?" Jinsik would smile as he crouches down to your level, a small on his face as he rubs your hair

He would notice that you were shivering, so he got up to find you a blanket

He would also notice how you'd smile ever so slightly, and the smile on his face would get even bigger

Plays with your hair as he watches you sleep, until you start moving

"What's wrong..?" He'd whisper as you slowly open your eyes. "Come sleep with me.." you'd whisper back, holding out your arms to hug you tightly

Which he does, a goofy smile and blush covering his face

Hyunwoo ☆

6:23

Hyunwoo was talking about something and so you decided to prank him

You'd lay down all nice and comfortable before shutting your eyes, pretending like you were sleep

A very pouty baby when he finally notices you "come on.. wake up!!" He'd shake you awake, patting your arms

Would let out a whine when you ignore him, turning his back on you as he crosses his arms "meanie"

But you'd 'wake up', and wrap your hands around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hug him tightly ♡

Junghoon ☆

9:05

He would get clueless on how you were so energetic one second, then fully knocked out the next second.. but would shrug it off

Lays down next to you as he takes time to admire your sleeping figure, tracing your face with his eyes

Really really wants to touch you, but would get too scared, thinking you would magically wake up and would get angry

That was until he heard you mumbling his name

And would intertwine his hand with yours, falling asleep ♡

Seeun ☆

12:53

You were laying on seeuns lap when you closed your eyes for a little too long

And of course seeun noticed and decided to mess with you

"Paboooo!!" He'd whisper into your ear, lightly blowing on it as he let's out a giggle

Would laugh even more when he sees you frown, before leaving you alone

Leans back on the bed frame as he cards his fingers through your hair, tucking you in more

"I love you!!" He would quickly whisper before scrolling through his phone ♡

Yujun ☆

2:10

You and yujun were laying down face to face. It was 2 in the morning and you were up chatting and laughing

Yujun tells another joke as you laugh tiredly, your eyes closing as you can feel the sleepiness wash over you

Yujun takes notice as he inches towards you "so pretty.." he'd whisper as he'd stare at you

And his gaze would fall to your lips and he feels this type of gravity pushing him to it, softly laying his lips on yours

As he'd pull away your eyes would shoot open as you stare at each other, redder than a strawberry ♡

Hunter ☆

1:26

You were about to pull an all-nighter when you suddenly feel someone wrap their arms around you and pick you up

"Y-yah hunter what are you doing??!" You'd shout as hunter quickly turns off your computer, throwing you onto your bed before hitting you with a pillow

Repeatedly, until you tell him to stop

Would trap you with his body with the goofiest smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his head into your neck

But after a few minutes he would toss over and pull you into a big hug, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back as he whispers "goodnight~~" ♡

Yechan ☆

4:12

"Yechan.. yechan-ahh..!!" You'd poke his cheek tiredly, as the two of you are not trying to fall asleep

But it fails as yechan rests his head on your shoulder

"Shh.. j-just do to sleep.." he'd lazily bring his finger to your lips, making you lay your head on his

In which you do, wrapping each others arms around the other for warmth

When you wake up, you would be so blushy and shy ♡

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[barbielore]

I have never seen any of the Barbie animated films before. But it’s Christmas, and even though I don’t really celebrate the holiday, I love the book A Christmas Carol; and I love A Muppet Christmas Carol. So Barbie in A Christmas Carol seemed like the obvious way to dip my toe in.

My notes from watching are below!

In the framing device scenes of Barbie telling the story to Kelly, Barbie is wearing a silver dress that looks like pretty much the same dress as 2008 Holiday Barbie, even though that wasn’t an official tie in doll for the film.

Instead of Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly businessman, we have Eden Starling, an opera singing diva. Her childhood friend Catherine seems to play the role of Scrooge’s nephew but given she also works for the theatre there’s a dash of Cratchitt in there too?

Eden tells everyone not to bother coming back if they don’t come in to rehearse for the new show on Christmas. Even Scrooge only told Cratchitt to be there all the earlier the next morning. 

Aunt Marie (the stand in for Marley) is draped in chains - but these chains have mirrors on the ends instead of cash boxes and ledgers. I presume to represent her sins of vanity instead of financial greed.

The spirit of Christmas past is really cute, like an excitable little elf. 

Little Eden wants to spend time with friends but Aunt Marie makes her rehearse all Christmas instead of seeing other people. Eden sneaks out to go to a party instead of practicing. 

I’m sure it’s in the interests of streamlining the story for Barbie audiences, but I’m a little disappointed the spirit of Christmas past only takes Eden to one place. 

Christmas Present shows the theatre workers throwing tomatoes at a picture of Eden. That’s pretty funny but it’s not much of a lesson. That’s okay - Christmas Present takes her to a second location, presumably so we can meet our Tiny Tim. In this case it’s the reveal that Catherine is working for another theatre as well; or so Eden thinks. Actually it’s an orphanage putting on a Christmas pageant, and our Tiny Tim is a little girl who walks with a crutch and idealises Eden. Catherine lies to her and says Eden is very sorry she can’t come in person but is so proud of all of them. I don’t know why but I got a little emotional about that!

Anyway the orphanage is about to close due to lack of funds. This doesn’t strike me as quite as resonant because Eden is a diva and selfish but none of her sins we’ve seen so far are related to finances.

Alright, time for Christmas Future. The show is a shambles because she fires all her staff for coming in late and their replacements are rubbish so the show is an embarrassment. This means Eden lives in squalor because she lost her career. Her best friend Catherine is now a famous fashion designer, but has got there by being as selfish as Eden is. The orphanage closed down because Catherine had to go out of town to find new work and she never found out what happened to the children.

Catherine indicates she would have adopted Tammy if she had known, but didn't get the chance. The other kids can just miss out I guess?

We the audience don’t find out what became of Tammy, so we don’t know if she died like Tiny Tim. We can assume it wasn’t a great outcome for her, but it’s left to our imagination. 

The red dress Eden is wearing at the end is the one from the tie in dolls! 

Eden adopts (by which I assume she means financially support) the whole orphanage which doesn’t seem really like it suits the arc but sure I’ll allow it. 

At the end of the movie I finally realise that Catherine was supposed to be Barbie’s friend Nikki. Apparently there was a doll prototype for Catherine, but I don't think she ever got released.

That doll I shared above wasn't the only tie-in doll though! There was also a giftset with Kelly dolls dressed as the spirits. Missed opportunity because the spirits were of different ages. I would have liked to see a doll of the Spirit of Christmas Present as seen in the movie!

I looked up some reviews of the novelisation to see if there were any changes, and only then did I realise I missed something -- Catherine isn't supposed to represent nephew Fred at all. The magician who has a crush on Catherine is Fred, leaving Catherine in just the Cratchitt role. That in hindsight makes a little more sense.

I'm not sure if I'll watch any more of the Barbie movies, but that was a good start. (If you think I should watch more, by all means tell me so, and recommend some!)

#barbie #barbie animated movies #barbie in a christmas carol #a christmas carol #merry christmas

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 1

Steve's head whipped up so quick he thought he might break his neck.

"A ride?", he followed Eddie's eyes back to Honey. "On your bee?"

Honey vibrated a little like they knew they were being talked about.

"I promise it's a smooth ride." Eddie petted the fuzz on Honey and grabbed Steve's hand to do the same. "See? Honey likes you." Sweet likes sweet he supposed.

Part of Steve thought he should be cautious. That he shouldn't just go riding out into the night with someone he had just met. But also, Eddie wasn't actually a stranger at this point anymore, right? And there was a chance he could introduce him to other fairies too. And most importantly, he had the opportunity to actually get out and see the world, if only for an evening.

"One ride. And you bring me back home before sunrise."

Steve had read enough fae tales to know they could play tricks sometimes. He didn't want his mother to worry just in case Eddie was the type to take and keep.

"You have my word. I'll return you before dawn." Eddie mounted Honey and then gently patted the space behind him.

Carefully, Steve got on, not wanting to hurt the bee. For a moment he faltered on a hold and then Eddie grabbed his hands and pulled them around himself.

"You're gonna have to hold on tight. Honey can be kinda wild."

Steve was about to make a quip when Honey took off and zipped around. At first, he was just bracing himself, holding onto Eddie tightly and burying his face in his back against the wind. But as he got used to it, he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was mostly obscured by Eddie's long hair whipping around, but once he pulled it away (getting to touch the soft locks as he kept them pinned to Eddie's back) he finally got a clear look.

Trees and flowerbeds came by in a rush as they flitted through the forest. Then they were rising about the trees and Steve's home was but a small beacon of light in the dark night.

Honey slowed a bit, bobbing around and the rush of wind became a breeze.

"You get to see things like this all the time?"

"Nice view, huh?", Eddie grinned. "You can see it too, whenever you're with me."

Eddie didn't know by what grace he was able to find Steve, but now that he had him he would show him the world. He never wanted those arms to unwrap from him.

He took Steve to all of the good spots nearby. To a small stream where more than one creature caught a glimpse of the fairy prince with someone they didn't recognize. To a pumpkin patch where Eddie was so lost in adoration that he and Steve danced to music only they could hear.

To a field of flowers that was very special indeed, for it was where the first frost would happen.

"I do really like fall", Steve said when they landed on a tree stump. "My mother gets really, busy, making new dresses for the festival. But when she's done there's dancing and singing..." Steve pulled his knees up to his chest, suddenly withdrawing.

"What are you thinking about?", Eddie asked, seeing the mood change on his face.

"I'm too small to join everyone. I have to dance on a table or somewhere high up on my own. And in the crowd, no one can really hear me sing. It's still fun though, I just wish I could really be a part of it."

Eddie felt his heart movie in a hundred ways. He had so many things he wanted to say but what came out was "You sing?"

"Just the songs with the people of the town. The ones that herald in the seasons."

Steve looked up and Eddie had pulled out a lute from somewhere. Had Honey been carrying it? Eddie began to strum a familiar tune.

"Autumn will be here before you know it", Eddie said. And as if cued in, a slightly chilly breeze blew. Steve smiled and started to sing. As he did, he imagined the vivid rainbow of flowers giving way to the yellows and oranges of fallen leaves.

Maybe it was because it was the dead of night, and most everything was asleep, maybe because he was the only one making a sound, or maybe it was because he had an enraptured audience. Whatever the reason, Steve truly felt like he was being heard.

Eddie was seeing stars. Perhaps they were actually fireflies but that was just as magical. The two of them were so caught in their own world, they didn't notice a couple of toads spying on them from the bushes. They had been lured by the sound of Steve's voice.

"Can I see you again tomorrow?", Eddie asked as the song ended.

"Yes", Steve answered without hesitation. Suddenly being taken by a mysterious fae didn't seem so bad.

On the way home, Eddie asked him a bunch of questions like he couldn't get enough of him. Spring or summer? What kind of apple is your favorite? And since he knew of his mother's work now - silk or satin? Was embroidery hard?

"Alright, alright, last one", Eddie said as Honey landed on the window sill. "Something everyone likes but you hate."

Steve wrinkled his nose, having one ready. "Blue cheese."

"....Blue cheese? That's it?"

"Eddie, it's a mold. And people are just eating it."

"It's a safe mold though, right?" Eddie dismounted first and then helped Steve off and onto his feet. He probably held his hips for a little longer than was proper.

"It's mold. There are perfectly fine unmolded cheeses around."

"So, do you not eat anything even slightly fermented?"

Steve considered the question for a moment. "I like sweet pickles."

Eddie made a face and stuck out his tongue. "The sweet ones? And here I thought I was falling for you. You've got the face of an angel and the voice of a siren but your food opinions might be a deal breaker."

Steve was smiling so silly he felt like his face might break. "This coming from the fairy who didn't know the difference between a string and a thread."

"What you call a gap in knowledge I call super specific job-related expertise."

Steve was still smiling and Eddie was smiling back at him. And they probably would've spent hours just staring at each other fondly if there wasn't a voice out in the distance calling Eddie's name.

"Oh shit!", Eddie hissed before pulling Steve through the other side of the window.

"Who is that?", Steve asked, trying to get a peek. He only saw the smallest bit of glowing dust off in the distance before Eddie pulled him down.

"That would be uh, okay, first, let me tell you something. I'm...I'm actually the prince. Of the fairies...Ta-daa~"

"You're a prince? For how long?!", Steve asked.

Eddie stared at him blankly, unsure of how to answer that. "Uhh, for a while now...?"

"You're the prince", Steve began to pace around. "I just spent the night with a prince."

"And also Eddie."

That got Steve to pause. "Yeah, I did. And he still wants to see me tomorrow?", he asked, voice hopeful. As if there was any universe where Eddie didn't drop everything to come and see him.

"He does. More than anything." Eddie took both of Steve's hands and kissed his knuckles. "So am I still welcome here?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'll be waiting." Steve wanted this. He wanted more than one night.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve and give him every night for the rest of their lives. But it was still too early for both, so he just kissed his fingertips this time, and then reluctantly pulled away.

"Tomorrow", he promised. It was only a few hours away and yet it felt like forever.

"Tomorrow", Steve echoed.

The voice shouting for Eddie sounded closer, so he got on Honey and flew away. With the magnetic pull of that whirlwind of a fairy gone, Steve fell to his knees. What a night.

What a night.

When he laid down to sleep (in a case for glasses that his mother had refurbished) he was dead to the world until morning.

Imagine his shock when he awakened only to find that the top had been closed on him, which was peculiar on its own. And then when he opened he saw not his room, but that he was on a small boat, moored on a river bank. Then he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Hey Tommy, come quick! Pretty boy's awake."

A/N: Imma need all my fellow Thumbelina fans to re-watch that scene where she meets Cornelius because he is so gone for her with the first ten seconds and is just itchin to touch her the whole time and all the little details they do with these 2 just adds to the romance.

Part 3

Tag team

@telidina

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #thumbelina au #enter: tommy and carol as the toads

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Steve's arc in Age of Ultron is so important to him, it's so compelling to watch, it's so well done. I tried to explain it with the main quotes from the movie that bring it out because I'm obsessed.

"I don't think I can afford a place in Brooklyn." "Yeah, but home is home, right?" Steve just looks away and clenches his jaw in a very Steve way. He doesn't agree with Sam, he doesn't even nod. Brooklyn, the geographical location, is not home. Not in the way Steve needs a home.

"Captain America. Pretending he can live without a war." The end comes back around to this one. It stings because it's true. He knows it. What else does he do? Nothing. He doesn't have a home to go back to, as established very early on.

"The war's over Steve. We can go home. Imagine it." And then everyone in the room disappears. And then he sees himself dance with Peggy. And then he's alone again. That was him imagining it. All he could see was a flash of them dancing, but God he looked happy in that flash. Everyone else was gone, he couldn't imagine anything else, because he doesn't know life without war. He wants to. All he can reach is a second of Peggy. But he doesn't know what it was like for the soldiers in ww2 who went home. The only part he does relate to, actually, is the ptsd. Which he also sees in the dream. He flinches at a camera flash and sees wine on a shirt as blood. What else is there after the war for him? All he ever hoped for was a dance. He never even got that. And that was all he could see.

"We can go home." He hears her voice again when he looks at Clint's house. It's the perfect image of an American family home with a big yard for 2.5 kids to play in. Completely normal. That wide shot of him standing on the porch but he's still wearing his uniform, it shows everything he wants but all that he's left with right now. He looks so out of place with his uniform and shield on. And he turns around and walks away because he can't even stand to look at the house. That's supposed to be him in there. He was supposed to go home.

"Isn't that the why we fight? So that we get to end the fight? So that we get to go home?" That's what really set him off, but the whole conversation really. Tony says "looks like you walked away alright" and Steve looks at him with so much resentment. Like how do I look fine? You think I'm fine? But all he says is "is that a problem?" because he can't talk about it. Especially not to Tony, but not really to anyone. Tony says "I don't trust a guy without a dark side." Steve says "let's just say you haven't seen it yet." He's obviously saying he has one. He's been in a bad place as much as Thor and Nat since the dreams, Tony just chooses to see him as a symbol. But he's not about to explain himself. And he's leaving the door open for the option that he might lose control and everyone might realize how dark his dark side is. It wasn't a promise no one would ever see it. It was just that Tony hadn't seen it yet. Now, as much as I love Tony, he was really ignorant for pulling the so we get to go home? It's not like it's hard to see. Steve gets genuinely mad, rightfully. He hasn't stopped fighting since he started, he's never gotten to go home, he's finding himself almost looking for fights because that's all he knows. But he wants to go home so bad, and it's not even an option. Tony wants to fight about if Ultron could save the world, and that they should take the opportunity so that Clint can go home to Laura, and Tony can go home to Pepper, and Nat and Bruce can work out their stuff, etc etc. And Steve's on the other side of the conversation, not even agreeing with the concept of Ultron in the first place, but he has nothing to fight for. He's not defending his stance so that he can go home, he's doing it because he believes it's right. And what else is he going to do if he's not defending something? When he ripped the log in half, it was a glimpse of his dark side, but only if you know what he's thinking. He's mad, he's lonely, he's grieving. And he takes it out on the log.

"The simple life." "You'll get there one day." "I don't know. Family, stability... the guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. I think someone else came out." This is the first time he's admitted that he wanted that. Even in TFA, he showed interest but not that explicitly. Since he's woken up, he's avoided it completely. He didn't even answer Sam when he said "home is home." He's finally acknowledged it and admitted it. But he puts the responsibility on himself. "I think someone else came out." That's not really true. In TFA, he said he'd "settle for just one" girl, then that he was waiting for "the right partner" to dance with, and then he promised to dance with Peggy. While he was actively crashing the plane into the ice, in fact. The guy who wanted family and stability went into the ice, yes, and he made it very clear who he wanted that family and stability with. He didn't exactly come out as a different person. He came out 70 years later, so his chance at family and stability with her was gone. This whole time he's been distraught that he couldn't go home. He wasn't all of a sudden saying I just dont want to. He was saying there was no family and stability left for him to want. It wasn't him that had changed, it was the circumstances, and he was trying to live with that.

"You alright?" "I'm home." Yes he was. But he didn't look very happy about it, did he? He was at the Avengers compound. Tony wasn't staying to train the new guys because he was going home to Pepper. Clint was already home. But Steve was still in the middle of the fight. He's not really pretending he can live without a war when he just knows he can't. Even as he says "I'm home," you hear soldiers marching in the background. It's eerie. He's trying to get by because what else can he do, who is he if he's not Captain America? He hasn't been able to be just Steve in a long time. He's not even trying to find just Steve, he left just Steve in 1945 with Peggy. "Someone else came out" ? Captain America came out.

#i tried to write this one mostly seriously .. without the brainrot .. bc it's literally so important #its the core of Steve's character do you understand #steve rogers #age of ultron #avengers #avengers:aou #peggy carter #steggy #tony stark #marvel

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you @valeskafics for allowing my self-indulgent series to continue 😆 This story was actually an anon request and I cannot thank them enough for suggesting this wonderful piece!

Here is the masterlist for the other talented writers I have spoken with! If you have any suggestions, please send them over. 💜

Name: valeskafics

Story: Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes

Paring: Aemond Targaryen, Osferth, Tom Bennett, Billy Washington, Ettore x Reader

WARNINGS: See each chapter for individual, more precise warnings. Written for a female reader.

So, when did you start writing? 

I’ve been writing fic since I was in 5th grade. I only started publishing it during COVID. My first fic I ever posted was a Robb Stark/OC SMAU, but the first one I ever WROTE was a ridiculously out of pocket Draco x Veela!OC fic where the Jonas Brothers show up for some reason.

What inspired the plot for Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes?

My friend, Yeni (@connorsui), was talking to me about a oneshot I had just written and mentioned that she always imagined my oneshots as being connected. She said she imagined that somehow, Aemond and Reader always manage to find each other, no matter what universe they're in.

That's what gave me the initial idea for the story, so it was really all thanks to her.

I really enjoyed that the connection between the Ewanverse characters and how they were drawn to her, one way or another.

Yeah, it was kinda hard keeping them similar enough to each other to have them be reincarnations, but also distinct enough that they were still true to the different characters (i.e. Ettore still being a genuinely bad person). It was challenging but so fun!!!!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

I took a bit of inspiration, especially in the Aemond chapters, from the main character in the movie "47 Ronin." The female lead was this young woman who was constantly being torn away from the man she loved (played by our king Keanu), and seeing the way she still clung to the hope of them being together even though it was hopeless just made me think… Wow, I'd really like to write a fic with similar themes. So that definitely was a huge inspiration for the characterization of the Reader.

The title actually came from a quote from that movie too!

Do you have a favorite chapter?

I think the final chapter (Modern!Aemond) was my favorite because I absolutely love exploring what Aemond would be like in modern times! In this one, I went with him being kind of dorky. While the other chapters were so tragic, I got to add some comedy to that one and kind of make it up to the readers for making them suffer every week.

Did you feel your Reader complemented every reincarnation?

I think she very much was the light to each character’s darkness. Most of the Ewanverse characters are pretty tragic. I think the Reader in each chapter was able to give him happiness and love, where in canon he didn’t really have that opportunity.

Do you think you will add on to this story?

Honestly, most likely not. Since it ends with Reader and Aemond uniting in the afterlife, ready to spend eternity together, adding anything as a sequel would take away from that ending. What I might do is, if Ewan appears in a period piece, add a chapter with Reader and that Ewan character as a reincarnation.

Do you have a personal favorite story you'd like to share?

A personal favorite story of mine is definitely "A Taste of Depravity" by @youraverageaemondsimp. I feel like Cole!Reader who is Rhaenyra's daughter is rare, so it really stuck with me. Also, Mae writes fantastic smut so it sent me to another planet.

Is there another mini-series you might be working on?

I'm currently working on two miniseries for Aemond - one based on "The Lion King 2" where he'll be like Kovu and Reader will be Kiara while the other is based on "The Summer I Turned Pretty", with Aemond playing Conrad's role.

Could we get a sneak peek?

The scent of burning wood and the taste of ash in your mouth pervades your senses as you struggle to breathe, racing through the Kingswood. Your first solo hunt. It took months for Mother to finally agree, and only after you recruited Daemon to your cause. And now, even if you do manage to make it out of this unscathed, you know Mother will likely skin you alive. Perhaps she’ll even send you to the Dreadfort and have you flayed by the Boltons. Shadow rears back when a tree falls in front of the two of you, sending a new wave of flames your way. You fall from her back, your body hitting the grass, fading from consciousness as the sound of her hooves galloping away echoes in your ears. It’s not until the rise and fall of your chest steadies and your eyes flutter shut that he approaches, a smirk on his face at the realization that everything has gone perfectly to plan. He kneels down, brushing your hair off your face, taken aback for a moment at just how different you look from the last time he saw you, all those years ago. When the two of you considered each other friends. He heaves you into his arms, placing you on his own steed, quickly penning a raven and sending it off before riding away with you, back to the Red Keep. Grandsire, The plan has been set into motion. All my best, Aemond

#interview with a writer #iwaw23 #bts #of their brilliant writing #writing community #writing stuff #writers on tumblr

[devildomwriter]

You Make Them Matching Christmas Pajamas Headcanons

Lucifer

• He loves it, and then he sees everyone else got one, and he isn’t sure how to feel

• He likes that you made it and it has its name, but…it looks just like his brothers, and now he’s hearing something about a photo

• He grins and bears the photo

• He’ll always treasure the gift, but all be damned if you ask him to wear it at the same time as everyone else again

• He tries very hard to erase all the evidence and photos Diavolo took

Mammon

• He’s so excited you made him something; he’s less excited everyone else has something nearly identical

• He definitely goes to sleep in it smiling about it

• He makes the stupidest face he can for the photo. Probably pointing and laughing at Lucifer

• He has a lot of fun with it

Leviathan

• He thinks it’s awesome he has a set of PJs from you and then thinks about how you thought of what he’d sleep in, and he gets really red

• Imagine his surprise when he matches with his brothers

• “This is the most normie thing I’ve ever done.”

• Probably gets told by Mammon that his fashion senses have improved

• Cherishes the memories and always sleeps in them even when the holidays have past

Satan

• He’s very amused you chose pajamas and gave them to him on Christmas eve.

• He’s befuddled as to why you got everyone matching pajamas and even more confused when Diavolo shows up in some fit pictures

• He sees you’re happy, so he has a good time and takes nice photos

• He has lots of photos taken by Diavolo as blackmail against Lucifer

• He’s very excited at the end of the day to have gotten the pajamas

Asmodeus

• It’s not his style but anything you get him he immediately loves, so he immediately wears it

• He’s shocked when he sees his brothers match but instantly turns it into a picture op

• Tries really hard to get Lucifer to take pictures with him but is unsuccessful in getting one that isn’t heavily blurred

• He usually sleeps in the nude, but on cold nights he wears the pajamas regardless of the time of the year

• Brags about it on his Instagram, and the matching pajamas trend begins for the holiday seasons to come

Beelzebub

• You gave it to him, so he made sure not to eat it before opening it

• He’s really excited to see new comfy pajamas and immediately changes into them; he doesn’t care who’s in the room

• He’s even more excited to see Belphegor matches, and his face lights up to see Lucifer matches too

• He’s really excited about the pictures

• Tries really hard not to get the pajamas dirty with food and might cry if he does

• He and Belphie seldom wear anything else to bed now

Belphegor

• Pajamas are literally the perfect gift for him, so he already loves them

• When he sees he matches Beel, he lights up and is really excited about it

• Less excited to see he matches his brothers, but when he sees how happy it makes you, he gladly plays along and ends up enjoying himself

• Is thankful to you for giving him so many opportunities to make fun of Lucifer

• These pajamas are his favorite. The only time he doesn’t wear them is when they need to be washed, and Lucifer usually has to take them by force

Solomon

• He’s amused at your decision to give him pajamas

• When he leaves his room the following morning for Christmas and sees he matches with everyone in purgatory hall, he can’t stop laughing

• He has a blast taking pictures, especially with Satan.

• He tries very hard to get photos with Lucifer and will tease him about it

• He wears them on movie night, too, and whenever he remembers to wear pajamas

Thirteen

• She makes a face, but she actually likes it; she just tries very hard not to show it because she thinks it’s cute and dorky

• Musters the courage to wear them to the Christmas party and is shocked she matches with everyone

• Gets really blush and doesn’t know whether to protest or not but definitely tries to ruin Solomon’s pajamas, and a one-sided war begins

• She takes lots of good photos wearing them, but she never wears them out of the house again unless it’s to match with you

Simeon

• Is very grateful for whatever you get him but is excited it’s a nice pair of pajamas

• When he sees he matches with everyone else, he’s delighted. He thinks it’s a wonderful bonding idea and loves that he and Lucifer match

• He’s having genuine fun with it but is intentionally playing innocent that it bothers Lucifer and is provoking him with a sweet smile on his face

• Wants pictures but is struggling to figure out how and asks Luke for help

• He cherishes them and brings them on every vacation and to every home when he has a night away

Raphael

• Thinks it’s an excellent idea and smiles and thanks you

• He’s completely bewildered to see everyone matches

• “Is this our new uniform?”

• Thinks it must be a way to signify one team against another until he sees everyone at the House of Lamentation matches, too and that it’s not a war game or anything remotely similar and just good fun

• Doesn’t mind taking to cures but threatens everyone with his spear if they try to take one without his permission

• He thinks they’re really comfy, so he wears them other days of the year, too though it confuses the other angels

Luke

• He’s really excited for a new pair of pajamas and even more excited to see he matches with his friends

• He turns red in embarrassment to see he matches Lucifer of all people, and Lucifer enjoys teasing him about it

• He makes sure not to get it dirty during dinner

• He has to take lots of pictures for Simeon’s sake since Simeon can’t seem to work the camera

• He loves them, and he asks the others to wear them together again for puzzles days and movie nights too

Mephistopheles

• He restrains himself from asking about the thread count and material and accepts them gratefully

• He is surprised they’re actually comfortable and avoids his family seeing him because he’s a little shy about wearing them, but it’s okay if it’s for you

• His face when he sees he matches Diavolo is priceless. Solomon snaps a photo, and it brings him out of his shock

• When Diavolo asks for pictures together, it makes his whole holiday. (He has the pictures framed)

• He’s forever grateful for these pajamas and keeps them safe (it’s almost bizarre how protective of them he becomes)

Barbatos

• He’s delighted and thanks you for your consideration of whether or not he’s comfortable in his sleep

• He loves them and imagine his surprise when he comes to serve Diavolo breakfast, and he’s wearing the same pajamas

• He enjoys seeing everyone match, especially Lucifer, red as a beet in the corner, avoiding the cameras

• He makes sure his pajamas aren’t dirtied and willingly takes pictures with everyone and helps Simeon with his own pictures so Luke can have a break trying to help

• Wears them often but tucks them away in the warmer weather to keep them safe

Diavolo

• He is bouncing off the walls, excited to get something you made

• He’s a little confused he matches Barbatos, but then he’s a thousand times more excited

• He arranges for everyone to have a pajama party and has his camera ready

• He gets pictures with everyone and avoids Lucifer, who’s trying to erase the evidence

• This man could not be more excited and asks if you could make them again next year

#obey me shall we date #obey me 25 days of christmas #25 days of obey me Christmas #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #funny obey me #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen

[accio-victuuri]

yibo’s btf co-star zhai yujia posted on his weibo and shared stories from filming :

caption:

This is the first scene we filmed with Yibo in the movie #���空之王# . Arrived here at three o'clock in the morning that day, the sky was full of stars and beautiful. Although the altitude is 3,000 meters, Yibo still integrates into our test flight team with full emotions and energy, and cooperates with the shooting over and over again.

In the past 100 days, I have been filled with emotions. Time flies, I wrote some memories, the style of writing is average, but they are all my feelings, please bear with me.

Finally, I want to say: "Wang Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people!”

actual post:

I remember this photo was taken by teacher @摄影机 Rita. That day we drove from the urban area to the suburbs at an altitude of 3000 meters at three o'clock in the morning. It was around 4 o'clock when we got there, because there was no light pollution, the sky was full of stars, Very romantic. Yibo had read the script with us at the time, and we met each other. but this day is the first time we were playing against each other.

I remember the plot at that time was "Handsome Gao", "Jia Shengli" and "Lei Yu" and I, Four of us in a car, we don't know where we're going, but we didn't expect to go to Martyrs cemetery. It is a test of our mentality. That scene broke my inherent perception of him.

First of all, I am a dance fan of Yibo. I like dancing very much, Yibo’s locking dance is very good, so I appreciate Yibo's talent, but I always thought that Yibo may be a bit introverted and slow to warm up. But this scene overturned my imagination of his energy. When we acted together in the car for more than ten hours, he never left. He has driven a car, and has been cooperating with our performances one by one (the day we filmed. He have more than 50 takes, and he will always be in a state of full energy. ) We played our favorite songs through bluetooth, together at an altitude of more than 3000 meters. Fang sang along with the roaring vehicles. I still remember that picture, it is so beautiful.

At that moment, my impression of him changed, because I could feel that after learning the role, He wanted to integrate with us quickly. Including when he got into the tent. He has his own vehicle that can provide him with rest, but in order to let us brothers become more harmonious, Yibo took the initiative to move a chair into our tent. For more than 100 days, we had lunch together (I ate a lot of Yibo's chicken breast, meat and beef, thank you so much) Singing together, in the tent together, chatting about scripts, talking about airplanes, playing games, and becoming real friends. At that moment, I felt that Yibo was a very sincere and serious person. He was very unobtrusive and very humble while we were eating.

When we met the test pilot, the light of admiration and awe in his eyes was not fake. At that moment, my greatest feeling was that Yibo is someone who had great respect for people who are talented and responsible.

How time flies, I remember that at this time last year we were still in Tongchuan eating hot pot together, chatting about airplanes, and overcoming various difficulties at work.

I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with Yibo in the future. I want to learn locking from him!

PS: I want to add that Yibo is a highly motivated person. He's interested in a lot of things and he will work very hard to study them. He's determined to do things well! I remember he especially downloaded a flight stimulation game just to know more about aircraft. He would play the game every day to experience flight and understand it.

What he did inspired and encouraged me. I was positively affected working with such an excellent person.

Well, I’ve talked so much so let me sum it up:

Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people.

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#YIBO DESERVES TO BE LOVED BY SO MANY PEOPLE!!!! #LOUDER LOUDER LOUDER 📣📣📣📣 #i am sorry for everyone who haven’t accepted yibo in their lives because mine is so much better with his good boy and gremlin energy #excuse me while i cry in the corner #wang yibo #born to fly #born to fly movie #EVERYONE WHO MET HIM WAS INSPIRED BY HIM #that should tell you everything you need to know about the kind of person he is

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headcanon collection: dating cam cameron

♫ - new romantics by taylor swift

(slightly suggestive at the end?)

· belly or jere introduced the two of you

· instantly drawn to each other (or atleast he is to you.)

· even if you were a party person, if he ever was at the same one as you you found yourself escaping to a quiet place with him

· if you were in the same school i imagine him always leaving little notes in your bag or locker

“you look pretty :)”

“i like that colour on you”

“hang out after school? □ yes □ no”

· study buddy, also how you got to know him better and what led him to even asking you out

· he loves when you talk about your interests, he just stares in awe and nods as you speak

· he goes over to your house one day while you were baking cookies and that just becomes your guys thing, always baking together

· meaning cliche movie flour fights, all. the. time

“we need to start keeping track of the winners”

· STARGAZING.

· like i swear if the skies are clear he is asking you to go on a walk or drive to look at the stars

· as you get closer and he gets a bit more confident he definitely gets touchier

· he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so its always subtle

· shoulders pressed together, knees hitting or your fingers interlocking

· you’re cold? he will give you his hoodie

· if he doesn’t have one on him he will immediately go and buy one it doesnt even matter

· i dont see him owning many hoodies, but he definitely owns less when he starts dating you because he keeps giving them to you

· having them returned to him awhile later because they ‘lost their smell’

· he will fall asleep if your hands touch his hair in the SLIGHTEST

· ok exaggeration but seriously playing with his hair is actually his favourite thing ever trust

· not big on nicknames but would probably drop an occasional “babe”, “angel” or “sweetheart”

· but saying that, he loves when you call him nicknames, like will melt at anything you call him

· so if you had asked to call you a nickname he definitely would do it more often

· not big on pda, minimum he has to be standing next to you, holding your hand or resting his hand on your back, he’ll place a quick kiss to your lips or forehead but not often

· he makes up for it when you’re alone, taking every opportunity to show you how much you mean to him

· for some reason i just imagine like, your first kiss being underwater

· like you’re both pushed into the pool and while under the water just say fuck it and lean it

· even if people are around, it’s just so in the moment

· as much as he loves staying in, cuddling and watching a movie, he LOVES taking you out on dates

· it doesn’t have to be public, he likes bike rides or picnics, scenic things he gets to experience with you

· makes you playlists

· like he doesnt just update one, he’ll make a new one every few months, or ones for certain moods

· you’re sad and he can’t be there? he makes you a playlist of songs so you can think of him and hopefully feel better

· the BEST at comforting

· he’ll listen and only give advice if you want it, or even if you don’t want to talk he is there rubbing your back or tracing shapes on your hand to calm you down

· he like is definitely secretly easily jealous

· like you would never be able to tell if he was, and he would never tell you

· unless it’s someone like, touching you or obviously flirting with you, he will immediately have his arm around you hoping they will get the hint

· but usually he hates getting jealous, especially if its just a friend or he is misreading it

· so he stays silent because he trusts you and know you wouldn’t talk to or encourage anyone trying to get with you

· even while dating he still does the note thing, this time scattering them around your room, in your draws, placing them so you could keep finding them for months

· definitely has a million photos of you, and has a problem with printing them off and putting them everywhere around his room

· he’s absolutely WHIPPED for you

· he loves putting his hands under your shirt onto your waist, feeling how warm you are as you blush

· nose kisses.

· i don’t think hickies happen a lot

· like he loves kissing your neck but he never leaves a mark

· but occasionally slip ups happen, and he’ll feel so bad but you don’t even care, because it shows everybody that you’re taken

· i don’t think he would be a huge fan of you kissing his neck

· probably tickleish so he ends up squirming and giggling

· he likes when you kiss his face though, it doesn’t matter where, he just loves it.

#sienna’s fics #cam cameron #cam cameron x reader #tsitp #tsitp cam cameron #david iacono #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp x reader #headcanon collection #headcanons #headcanon

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: Orion and the Dark

You know? I remember playing Pajama Sam 1 many moons ago and to this day I find it lovely to play. Great characters, incredible artwork, the differing routes each playthrough which I didn't even realize until then, and the ending which really stuck with me. That what was kept me anticipating Orion and the Dark, as I felt it was that spiritual successor I never knew I wanted. It sucks that Dreamworks dropped this onto streaming like it was nothing, not even on the site they own no less, but I genuinely looked forward to this and that's what matters. Now that it's out, let it be known I can't believe this will be the first Charlie Kaufman film for me. Just saying, any interest in his previous movies is gonna feel like whiplash.

Just imagining some kid loving Orion & is eventually in awe for a movie called I'm Thinking of Ending Things

To truly start this review, this might be the best kino non-Pixar Pixar movie Dreamsworks ever made. I didn't think of it having the whole "what if X had feelings" factor until now but I actually like that they take it not only in a reasonable direction, but twists the dynamic in a way Pixar honestly hasn't done since... Toy Story 4 I guess? No spoilers, but I enjoyed that Darkness and his entity friends have their insecurities, this is before they all met Orion, and they take that in a very great if offputting direction. Plus I love that they were able to personify these elements I didn't actually think about when it came to night time. They also present the biggest problem with the movie and that's the lack of real camaraderie with the entities and Orion. You enjoy the friendship between the boy and Darkness, but they streamline the bond Orion has with the others and that really makes the story hit or miss depending on if you grow to care about them. I brought up Pixar and yeah, while they have their great individual moments they don't have the same effectiveness dynamic wise as the emotions from Inside Out. Also small nitpick, but I didn't like that Dark's name is "Dark" and not "Darkness"; doesn't roll of the tongue, you know?

Plus we didn't get Orion and Dark playing Cheese & Crackers like missed opportunity of the year

Now again, this is my first Charlie Kaufman film, but I was familiar with his writing style and I gotta say I loved what he does with the structure of the story. It's a story within a story where as soon as the curtain is pulled, I was fully hooked. I love how Orion essentially helps himself overcome some of his fears both thanks to unexpected but welcomed help and developing his own confidence. It was clever how when you put a face on a fear, that fear slowly fades but the film shows that it's not something capable of a cure. Orion's neuroses dilate thanks to this adventure, he probably wouldn't have lived to tell it if otherwise, but it presents that growing up doesn't mean everything will work out perfectly or immediately. Does it do a lot to get to that point? Yes, but I felt the risks paid off in a way I don't think I've seen before in a story like this. I know as a kid I didn't have constant paralyzing premonitions regarding the worse outcomes imaginable like Orion, but on some level I remember what it's like and how it'll still fester your mind as you get older. This film, pun unintended, gets dark on a personal level and will probably stick with me long after watching it.

Can't say this scene broke me, but damn did it get close

Orion and the Dark impressed me as something thought-provoking, that does a lot more than being another adapted storybook. Is it an insanely masterful modern Dreamworks movie like Puss in Boots 2? No, even with its great subversions the movie doesn't juggle everything as well as I hoped. Then again, I highly appreciate that this was a risky movie Dreamworks was willing to release, that got both Kaufman and Werner Herzog of all people on board, as opposed to shelving it like some companies I know. A movie that doesn't spell everything out, that gets to be a family movie not constantly upbeat but colorful and optimistic in all the right ways. Orion deserves a chance where I think everyone will have interesting takeaways even if it won't be their favorite Dreamworks film in recent years. I'm overall glad I saw it and kinda want to see it again soon for missed details.

4 Out Of 5; The night truly shined with this one.

#orion and the dark #animation #movies #dreamworks animation #dreamworks #Netflix #cartoons #reviews #Good Stuff

[kindnessisweakness2]

5

"Oh my god! No you never!" Emily's laughter echoed around the empty house. " No Jax, I call bullshit!" She struggled to get the words out in between giggles. A red faced Jax was a sight for sure. He was never the type to get embarrassed, not easily anyway. But he could feel the warm glow on his cheeks as he told Emily the story of him falling victim to one of Opies pranks. "No seriously! I had to walk back from the lake Naked Em! Fucker stole my clothes while I was swimming with a girl. Wouldn't have been as bad but I had to walk through town in the middle of the day! My mom wasn't impressed." That spurred on another round of laughter from Emily as she imagined a naked Jax strolling down Main Street. They sat curled up on either end of Emily's plush sofa. Both comfy under the fluffy blankets she kept within arms reach. The TV played in the back ground, a movie neither of them had paid attention to. Instead they sat and actually talked. About any thing and everything, childhood memories, family and what they want from life. Jax's kutte hung on the hook by the front door, his phone in the pocket, giving Emily his full attention. And for the first time in a long time Jax felt disconnected from the stress and worry of the club. It felt weird to say but being there with Emily, it felt homely. Safe. "So you know all about my disastrous love life. It's only fair I learn about yours." Emily smiled at Jax over the top of her mug of tea as she took a sip. He shifted against the side of the sofa, always uncomfortable at the mention of Tara, but she was right it was only fair. "That was a mess, to say the least. First love, high school sweethearts. Felt like I had to be with her every minute of every day or id lose my mind. She just took over everything ya know? Couldn't see myself with anyone else. But her and club never mixed. She just couldn't understand my connection to it. My future has always been laid out for me, I'm gonna be at the head of that table, with alot of men's lives in my hands one day. My responsibility to keep them safe, to make the right decisions and get them back to their families. My mom always said it was flawed from day one. Said Tara wasn't strong enough. And looking back she was right, she pulled me away every opportunity she got. She had bigger dreams. Wanted to be a successful doctor with a cookie cutter house and a white picket fence. But I couldn't give her that. And so came the ultimatum. Her or club." Jax's eyes never left Emily as she listened to him talk. The way her face twisted he could see she wanted to say something. "Did you ever consider it? Leaving club for her I mean?" Jax smiled at her. "Of course I did. Packed a bag and everything. But then I quickly realised that I couldn't go. Look, ever since I was a kid all I wanted was a Harley and a Kutte. If I left with her I would be giving that up. Plus, what the fuck was I gonna do? I'm an okay mechanic who barely got his GED. How the fuck was I meant to provide for us, or even think of starting a family? I'm not Noah. I won't sit on my arse and let my girl bust hers to pay for everything." Emily nodded as Jax spoke. She couldn't help but think how nice it was. To sit here and just talk, be open. " Sorry for that last comment. But you must get what I mean? What kind of man would I be if I can't provide for my own." Emily smiled as she placed her now empty cup on the coffee table. "Don't worry. I know i was stupid when it came to Noah. I only have myself to blame for letting him do me dirty like that. I didn't want to see what was infront of my face. Like I said before, love blind." Emily quickly brushed the comment away, not wanting to reveal the truth. The truth was ugly and painful, and she didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone Jax Teller. Noah had broken her, but she wouldnt admit it to anyone. She wouldnt give him the satisfaction of knowing he made her weak. Anyone asked she was fine, like always. Emily was a pro at masking how she really felt.

Jax sat looking at Emily. He could tell she wasnt as okay as she was trying to make out. Nobody could be in a relationship for that long, go through a betrayal like that and just be fine. Jax's phone rang, cutting through the comfortable silence. "You should probably get that." Emily smiled as she grabbed their cups and headed into the kitchen to give him some privacy. Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Most girls would go moody at their time being cut short, or atleast wanted to listen into the call. Being privy to club information is only an old lady perk. While he took the call from Chibs, Emily quickly tidied her kitchen packing a to go box of the meatball subs she had made them earlier, along with some victoria sponge cake. Making sure they were wrapped good she quickly popped them in a bag as Jax appeared in the kitchen. "Im sorry, i've got to go. Club shit." Emily smiled at him and handed him the bag of food. "Its okay. I get it dont worry. I packed you some left overs from earlier. If it turns out to be a late night atleast you'll have some decent food." For the second time that night Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Taking care of people clearly came natural to her. "I had a really nice time tonight Em." Jax smiled at her as she followed behind him to the front door. "Me too." She pulled him in to a hug before opening her door for him. "Look Jax, i dont know what club business your going to deal with. Its not my place to know. But just be careful." He smirked at her concern as he leaned against her door frame. "Always am Babe." Rolling her eyes, but unable to wipe the smile from her face at the blatant flirting from the blonde adonis, Emily watched as Jax rode away on his Harley.

Butterflies still flew around her stomach long after Jax had gone, but she did her best to ignore them. He flirted with everyone. From what she knew about this town he had slept his way through most of it after Tara and never settled down. She would just be another notch on his bedpost if she gave in to the temptation. Another woman silly enough to swoon over THE Jaxon Teller.

Or would she?

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction