#pls if you reblog leave tags im so soft

[ncteez]

philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader 

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry. 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― makeout sessions, they’re really really high so the experience is kind of slow motion, frottage, sweet-talking rather than dirty talking, brief mutual masturbation, missionary on a couch, he’s a service top but it’s not heavily described here bc like– he’s just hella into her and feels good no matter what she does, ummm, unprotected sex bc im lazy

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             The man whose hair changes at each new moon cycle, the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire. Both his charm and his wit are entirely unmatched if anyone you’ve ever met in your life is to go by. His hands are the most gentle, and goddamn does he know how to dress to piss off the local business owners. 

           A new ear piercing for him usually meant heartbreak, be it a lost friend, a failed project, or even an incorrect lunch order at the run-down diner across town. Everything about Hongjoong is telling. He is not mysterious, nor does he want to be.

             You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite in terms of how you carry yourself. You worry too much, your posture is slouched when it shouldn’t be, your confidence wavers more often than you’d like to admit, and you keep to yourself most of the time. Minimizing yourself, snuffing out any flame or glow that threatens to show to anyone less than a close friend. You dress much like your personality, muted. 

             This is why you question the dynamic on each date you end up on with Hongjoong. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks in the park. Normal. fucking. dates. The dynamic between the two of you is anything but natural to you. Time after time now, seeing him after sunset looking at you much like he would if he were seeking out constellations, you feel like you’re not a person meant to be looked at this way. You’ll never get used to another person wanting to spend this time with you, like they’re finding comfort in your silence. What do you have that seems to fulfill him? 

             Even now, six hours after the date started, you find yourself next to Hongjoong and his bright smile. The small rolled joint burned out minutes ago, and the dull city skyline bursts with pinks and purples from the sunset.  His smile is one that is entirely soft and focused on you. All of his attention, on you. The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him. 

“Hongjoong,” You whisper into the brisk air, bumping your leg against his as he tilts his chin up as if to let you know he’s listening to whatever you want to say. “This is our– what? Seventh date?” 

           He nods with a hum. 

“First time at my place though, so we can still call it a first date.” He offers, reaching his arms out and feeling the stretch of his muscles relax him.  His arms fall back to his side and his eyes fall back on you. 

           Never have you had this many first dates, nor has any man treated each date as such. 

“Why do you do that?” You laugh, slouching back against the weathered wicker couch, the balcony offering both the most wonderful and shitty view of the city. 

“Do what?” He asks, turning slightly towards you with a curious look. 

“Like, I don’t know,” you trail off, for some reason unable to look him in the eye as you continue to spiral into the slow and fuzzy high that his weed offers to you. He looks insanely attractive tonight, especially in this lighting. The colors somehow glow against his skin, contrasting with the dark and plush sweater he has on. It’s weathered much like this wicker furniture, but you imagine he’s comfortable inside of that sweater, sitting on this furniture, breathing in the same air you’re breathing out. “You always call each date the first one, I’m wondering when it’ll be, like, something more than that?”

           You can hear yourself talking and you can’t help but think you sound fucking stupid, but he chuckles in response. 

“I probably sound lame saying it but, I like that I learn something new about you each time. It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.” He laughs, making a face towards you that makes you laugh a bit louder than expected. 

“You act like I have something new and interesting to tell you every day,” He cuts you off as you try to speak.

“For instance, today I learned that you don’t even like the coffee I bring to you.” He’s snide when he says it, raising a brow at you. 

“What? Yes, I do!” You defend, definitely lying as you feel your stomach hit the concrete floor of his balcony. You’ve always been a terrible liar.

“Is that why you always leave it in my cup holder pretending like you forgot it?” 

           You narrow your eyes at him but can’t keep up the act much longer as the smile creeps wider across your lips. 

“You’re too observant of me,” You joke, not realizing how true it actually is. “You know I usually spend my days avoiding the idea of people noticing what I do, right?”

           He nods towards you, face fond and droopy from his high. 

“I think you’re cute when you notice that I notice,” he blinks away from you, watching the sun fall and the moon take its rightful spot in the sky. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you’d stop letting me take you out, right?”

           He’s actually looking for confirmation this time, not looking at you, and mostly preparing for the make-it-or-break-it moment now that you’ve finally worked up the courage to stop going with his flow. 

“I think I’m just confused over you wanting to spend time with me at all, actually.” You admit, knowing for a fact that you appear to be the most boring human alive, and not many people stick around to find the actual personality within you. 

           Hongjoong looks at you this time, genuinely shocked that you’d even say that or feel confused over why he chooses to spend time with you.

“Well, I can go down a list of reasons, if you want?”

           You prop yourself up, fixing your posture and wiggling your brows.

“Please, do.” You say, feeling a permanent smile form on your face. 

           Hongjoong claps his hands on his thighs before lifting his legs and turning on the wicker couch to face you, tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater. 

“Alright, for starters, you’re not as boring as you think you are. What person would have climbed that no-trespassing fence with me without asking a single question?” 

           He’s just gloating at you now. Most people would absolutely do that with him. 

“Literally, anyone would have done that with you.”

           He waves you off.

“You like the same anime I like and the same music. You even knew of the band I was in during my senior year of high school!” 

           You nod, he’s got a point there.

“You’re not loud or constantly demanding attention. I like that you just kind of exist. Sometimes I just need to exist too, but people always expect more, you know?” 

           Hongjoong’s eyes trail off, landing on the darkening sky and seeking out the moon. 

“When we hang out, I feel like there’s nothing we actually need to do in order to call it a date. You’re the only person I’ve continuously taken out. You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”

           You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon. 

“So, it makes me want to give you everything.”

           Unsure of if it’s the weed talking through him or if he meant what he just said, you still find yourself melting a bit at his voice when he says it. The words feel like they hold a lot of weight for him, and you didn’t even know that weight existed until now. 

“Do you always say these types of things when the moon is in the right position, and the weed is dank as hell?”

           He snorts, tucking his chin into his chest as he laughs before reaching out and swatting you on the shoulder. 

“What I’m trying to get at here, because I know by now that you’re not going to pick up on any hints is that I kind of want this to be the last first date.”

           You find yourself panicking at that, unsure of what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hongjoong instantly regrets his awful attempt at wording that. “Unmatched wit” his ass, he can genuinely say the dumbest shit in the most important situations. 

“Wait–” He pauses, mouth falling slack as he visibly searches his brain for the correct words. “Okay, let me rephrase that.”

           You wait, feeling relieved at his panic and the slow recovery of what he just said to you. 

“What I meant by last first date, is like, um–” It’s lost on him again as you watch his eyes squint into a smile instead, the sparkle of his eyes matching the glints from his various earrings. “I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, fuck.”

           This. This is another reason why he likes you this much. Though he saw your eyes fall, and though he said what he needed to say incorrectly at first, you didn’t question him. You didn’t put words in his mouth or react in a way that wouldn’t allow his own recovery. His ability to talk to women right now is highly reduced, but his ability to talk to you is forever comfortable even when he fucks up. You let him fuck that up, and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size. 

“So,” he coughs, looking back to the moon and then back at you. “I guess we can’t have any more first dates if every time we see each other, we are technically, like, dating, right?”

           You snort at his inability to string together a coherent sentence, knowing full well that both of you have the ability to navigate everyday conversations high. Given the fact that the two of you have been in public before pretending like you didn’t just hotbox his car. It’s just that, this isn’t an everyday conversation and you’d like to think that you probably sound like an idiot too. You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books. 

“You have a point,” you say, managing to fit his words into a sentence that makes sense in your brain. “Delivery could have been better though.” 

           The lighting on his cheekbones says enough about his own permanent smile matching yours. If you believed in fairytales, you’d genuinely think that the two of you are in your own little world with nothing but the moon and expensive ass weed. 

“You’re supposed to say yes, by the way.” Hongjoong urges you, both of you kind of entering into a giggle fit because of the warmth spreading throughout your bodies. 

           You nod, agreeing that, yes, you’ll definitely be his girlfriend. 

 ~

             The first kiss with Hongjoong may have been the warmest you’ve ever felt. It was smooth, a little peckish, and overall quite sweet. Even over the weeks he had been taking you out, he never once kissed you or did little more than be some of the best company you could find yourself with. The first kiss taking place after making things official was something you weren’t used to. 

           And so, that first kiss on his balcony became a second kiss, and then a third and fourth, until the two of you moved into his living room to escape the breeze that had by then made your fingers cold. Fifth, sixth, seventh– and then finally, the eight kiss was one that could have meshed all of the kisses in your life into one. The first heated kiss.

           His couch became more comfortable than it was when you first came here, especially now with him beside you, cradling your face and leaving gentle kisses all along your jawline before trailing back to your lips. He’s your boyfriend now and for some reason, you don’t feel yourself doubting why that is. He is proving to you right now how much he likes you, and you try to do the same for him. Your hazy eyes are unable to stay open for too long under the pressure of his lips fluttering all over your face, and you feel loved for the first time in a long time. 

           It didn’t feel awkward to reach up with your eyes closed to try and put your fingers in his hair, even when you accidentally knocked him on the cheek instead. It didn’t feel like an alarm went off when he tugged at you to pull you over him, leaning himself back on the couch and reaching blindly for the tv remote to avoid the silence in the room save for lips smacking. 

           For the first time with another person, you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body. 

           Both jackets were already off, and your cold fingers warmed up in his as he would eventually intertwine his fingers with yours as he kissed you. It didn’t feel rushed, and maybe it was just because you both were in a lazy state of peaked high, but you can almost feel every single touch be amplified. You’d be lying if you said your entire body wasn’t tingling. More silent than it has ever been between the two of you, it still feels like it’s where you should be.

           Hongjoong’s fingers in yours, his lips on yours, his tongue licking against yours, all of it is good. The sensations swam throughout your body to the point that you barely even notice that you’re turned on.

           Is it too much on the…what was it, seventh date? Is it too much on the first night of being his girlfriend after your first and eighth or thirteenth kiss? His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise. He’s the one who pulled you on top of him, he’s the one who hasn’t pushed because he somehow knew you were enjoying the steamy make out session too much to let it end here.

           There’s no end goal at this moment with Hongjoong, nothing is telling you that you need to get off or get him off despite your body already tingling for it. There’s no rush with the man under you, with his moon-like eyes and messy dyed hair. He’s just as telling as he always has been, and without a word, you know that at this moment, he would take anything you give him and be perfectly content. 

“I can see you thinking, you know,” Hongjoong whispers, his fingers tightening their grip between your own. “We can just do this, I’m perfectly fine with just this.”

           You shake your head at him, squeezing his fingers and looking at him for a brief moment. Seeing him now like this, with his kissed lips and his hair just as messy as always, it hits you again that he’s yours. Not in a way that’s possessive, but like, he wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his. 

           Your eyes glance down to his lap, with his length sitting firmly between your legs and it makes your heart swell. Typically, men in this position would push you, pull you, and move you around on their arousal to try and get some sort of release but, not Hongjoong. He’s containing himself, assuring you that you don’t have to do anything more. Regardless of you sitting on his thighs, dangerously close to being able to please him this way. 

“Do you want more, though?” You ask him. 

His eyes are half-lidded and looking up at you as you speak, glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them. You can see his answer in the silence, his grip on your hand tightening as his brain malfunctions at the very idea of you being the one to ask. He wants more for the sake of having you, but he also wants more for the sake of pleasing you. 

“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation of his silent answer, leaning down to kiss against the corner of his mouth before leaning back again. 

           He gives you a reassuring nod, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, onto his hardened length with a soft mewl at you. 

“I do,” he whispers against your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck and trying to prevent his hips from bucking up as you sit on him. “I can give you more, too.”

           The way he says it to you with a soft rasp makes your stomach do flips, almost as if he’s pleading for you to let him, it makes your entire body tingle. Never has a man made you feel this way when you’re being intimate. You suppose Hongjoong is right though, from what he said before, about how almost every date appears to be the first one with the number of new things you learn about each other.

           You don’t need to respond to him though, because almost immediately after those words you turn your face slightly to kiss his temple, and he instantly releases your hand and puts it on the other side of your waist. Practically caging you against him as he holds you in place and dips back in to kiss you. 

           Within that kiss, you can hear his need. Throaty groans as he presses his length against you. Only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric can be heard but it’s kind of a pretty sound. His weathered sweater feels warm when you tangle your fingers into the loosened fringe along his neck like, trying to work your hips to match his within this tight hug. 

           By the time he notices that you’re moving your hips on him, his grip loosens and he pulls back from the kiss, watching you pull yourself up and planting your arms on his shoulders to actually grind against him. 

           He runs his hands up and down your waist at this point, eyes watching the way you work yourself against him with a deep and burning fondness. He appears to be in awe, a crooked smirk appearing on his softened and kissed lips.

“You know,” Hongjoong chuckles softly, closing one eye and focusing on the feeling of the dry drag against him.. “It might just be because I’m high but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good with denim practically rubbing me raw–”

           Your hips stop, and you try to ignore the fact that on any other day, those words would have absolutely ruined the mood, but for some reason, it doesn’t. You let out a breathy laugh, falling forward and laughing against his neck. The moon must be in the right position or something tonight, because everything does feel insanely good. Then again, maybe it’s just that he’s in the right position, or maybe it’s just you.

“Why would you–” You cut yourself off as you laugh, breathing in the scent of him once more before leaning back and backing off of his lap slightly. The look he gives you is nothing but fond and it kind of makes you feel more dazed than you already do. “Let's take them off then?” 

           Hongjoong gives you a polite nod, his hands releasing you but still chasing your warmth as you pull yourself off of him and wait for him to remove his pants. 

           He’s quick with it, of course, and you take it another step further to take yours off too, not looking him in the eye as you do it. Almost to hope that he doesn’t see you do it, to hope that he won’t think about it, or smile at it, or make a comment on it.

           Thankfully, he doesn’t and when you sit back on his lap, feeling his bare legs against yours and noting how fucking warm his skin is, all you can do is pretend like feeling someone else’s skin against yours is supposed to feel fleeting like this. 

           Your panties sit against his boxers now, and his warmth seeps through you so fast that you want to feel more. See more, touch more, kiss more, love more. You don’t hesitate to loop your fingers into a particularly big rip on his sweater and tug on it.

“This too?” He tilts his head, his own hand fiddling with the same rip that your fingers are intertwined with, and then looks away shyly..

All you can do is feel yourself spiraling further into the feeling of being with him. He’s got one strand of hair standing stiffly too, probably from the static of the couch rubbing against it, but it’s cute. It’s attractive, everything about him is attractive. 

His eyes continue to avoid your eyes when he lifts his sweater off of him, shivering at the cool apartment air hitting his skin all over rather than just through those rips and tears. You take note, especially when he does look at you and pulls you down into a kiss again as quickly as he can. He’s not letting you see him like this, bare from the waist up and almost from the waist down. 

The two of you must have been one soul at one point because you know what he’s doing and never have you had to be the one on the other side of this situation. Usually, you’re the one hiding when it feels overwhelming, you’re the one imagining that the person with you would be searching for imperfections. You pull back from his kiss, looking into his eyes before glancing down at his bare chest and stomach.

“You’re being shy,” You comment, leaning down to plant a kiss on his collarbone before looking back at him and tilting your head. “You’re never shy.” 

You work up the confidence in yourself now, lifting your shirt off and doing your best not to immediately mimic what he’s already done. Meaning, you don’t hide your exposed skin and instead, you try to sit proudly on top of him.

Hongjoong just watches, his lips falling slack at your bareness with a relieved sigh.

“How can I not be shy right now?” he smiles, leaning himself up this time and kissing against the plush flesh of your breast. 

           You sigh at the feeling of his lips against your chest, fingers automatically finding their way into his hair as you focus on the feeling. The emotion of it all sends you into overdrive because really? Everything about Hongjoong is loud, and you’re making him shy?

           The goosebumps continuously rise and fall as he works his lips across one breast to the other, up until his fingers are pushing the fabric of your bra to the side. He pulls back momentarily to look at them, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before looking up at your face. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Hongjoong admits, dipping in and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue. 

“Oh?” You ask, officially grinding your hips again on his lap, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. The drag feels lighter now that there’s not much fabric preventing the feeling. “For how long?”

“Third date,” he admits, trailing back to the other breast and sucking just next to your nipple, his other hand easily stimulating the one he just neglected. “Didn’t want to rush with you though, I’m always rushing.”

           You hum at his words, feeling special. All he makes you feel is special. And when he finally releases your chest from his mouth and falls back against the couch, even the way he looks at you confirms that your feelings about this aren’t unfounded. 

           You put more effort into your hips now, your mind spinning by this point at the way his touches are gentle. His chest rises and falls with each perfect drag up his length, small mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips every few seconds. Still, he just looks at you. 

           There’s really no rush here and the scary part about it is that you’re already so worked up that you wouldn’t mind a bit of rushing by this point.

           More and more you move your hips, and more and more Hongjoong appears to lose his composure. His hands gripping at you, his eyes unable to stay on one part of your body for too long, his teeth showing as he bites his lip just to compose himself from making the next step– and then–

           There it is. There he is, lunging forward and grabbing you, pulling you so close to him that your core is now seated directly on the head of his leaking cock. He moans at the pressure, kissing against your lips with so much passion that you wonder if he know’s how hot that was. 

           He’s lost in the moment and you can’t help but love it. With the way one of his hands holds your cheek as he kisses you and the other finds itself against your ass to push and pull you on his lap. At this point, you wonder if he could get off this way. With the way he’s acting, you think he could. Easily.

“Hongjoong,” You manage to gasp during the short breath between his frantic kiss. “We can–” 

           You’re cut off by him kissing you again, his hand guiding you down and forward on his length in a way that tells you he’s listening. He’s imagining what you’re about to say. 

“We can,” He groans in an answer to your unfinished question, taking in a deep breath when he pulls back from the kiss and looking down to see the head of his cock occasionally peeking from the waistband of his boxers. “Just tell me what you want.”

           Words escape you in that moment, so you use your body instead. Scooting back and almost taking the boxers with you you see a glimpse of his length. Heavy, leaking, twitching at the loss of your weight against it. You stare, wanting to devour this man whole at that moment but you hold back. You can give him head another time, honestly. After spending so long making out, grinding, and him playing with your breasts? You’re kind of ready to rush. Even just for a moment. 

           He watches your hands as they lower the boxers further, pulling them down until you can tuck them under your thighs to hold them in place. There, you just look at his cock and he just looks at you. 

           After a few seconds, you glance at him with shy eyes, blinking in a way to try and hide your blatant lust for what’s between his legs. He might believe that seeing you look at him this way is the best thing he’s ever experienced. His cock twitches unintentionally when he notices your blown pupils, especially when his eyes trail down. Now that the seat of your panties isn’t grinding against him, he can see a glimpse of the darkened wet spot.

           Now what to do? The two of you sitting here, horny out of your goddamn mind and the weed on top of it amplifying every touch, you can imagine that you both look like a pair of deer in headlights. 

           Hongjoong finishes what you started though, running his hand down your sides before grabbing himself and gently pumping once. You watch as he gathers the dripping pre-cum in his palm before smoothing it down his entire length while his eyes never leave the spot between your legs. Then he continues that, touching himself as you’re on him as if to tell you that he can finish himself off so you don’t have to. 

           Without really thinking, you find your own hand doing the same, sliding down your panties and the instant your fingers bump against your clit, you jolt and find yourself letting out a soft and pained moan at the sensitivity. 

“That–” Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath at the sound, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand and closing his eyes. “sounded so fucking pretty.”

           It wasn’t intentional and for a brief moment, you felt embarrassed by the sound. Once again though, Hongjoong pulls that confidence out of you like it’s what he was born to do. At this point though, your legs feel like jelly after being spread on top of him for so long and you think he can tell. 

“Mm, let’s move,” He comments, releasing his cock and tapping you with the other hand to stand up. “Lay back, I'll do the rest.”

           He gently instructs you, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the end of the couch for your head to lay against. You do so without question, both your legs and heart are weak at seeing him like this. 

“There, better?” He asks after you lay back. He leans over your side after a short nod from you and leaves a gentle kiss against your lips before placing his hand against your thigh. “Can I take these off?” 

           You nod, feeling him slip your panties down your legs before you watch him shimmy off his own boxers. 

           There, there it is. Both of you are entirely vulnerable to each other for the first time and you don’t feel a hint of wanting to stop. Not a worry, doubt, or insecurity can or will stop you at this moment. 

           He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long at your exposed core just yet and instead he opts to place himself between your legs before leaning down and kissing you much like before. He can’t get enough of your lips if he’s being honest though. 

           You can feel the weight of his cock resting between your thigh and pussy and it does nothing more than make you want it more. You want him so bad by this point that you can’t really question how dumb you could sound actually asking for it. 

“Can you, like–” Your words are lost on you when he pulls back with a small smile and a curious look.

“Do you want to?” He asks, despite knowing this is where the situation was headed.

           You give a shy nod, reaching your hand down between the two of you and gripping him yourself for the first time. 

           He lets out a shaky breath with a laugh, humping his hips forward and into your hand intentionally when he does it. 

“Fuck,” He seethes out. “Yeah, okay.” He sighs this time, without shame still fucking himself into your hand and showing a desperate need for what you’re asking for. 

           You can’t help but get lost in it. Your hand guided his cock down and against your clit for a brief moment of sensitive relief before releasing a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding when you position him at your entrance. 

           He pushes in without holding back, but he’s slow with it. The head of his cock sank into the warm and clenched walls causing a pleasant stretch. Both of you let out a moan at this, feeling him push in slowly, continuously, until he’s bottomed out and nuzzling against your ear. 

“Sound so pretty when you moan,” he babbles against your ear, leaving wet and warm condensation from his breath there. “You could drive me insane like this.”

           You moan again, not entirely for his pleasure but simply because it feels so good. His cock pulsing inside of you when you clench around him, his soft voice in your ear. Sensory overload has never felt so fucking euphoric to you. 

“Like that, yeah.” Hongjoong rasps out this time, pulling his head back in time with his hips. Almost emptying you entirely before pushing back in with that same languid drag of his hips. His eyes are on you now though, arms at either side of your head as he works up a lazy kind of rhythm. One that offers a deep thrust each time. 

           You can’t help the sounds that fall from your lips, and you can’t help that your pussy is throbbing around him, and certainly, you can’t help that the feeling of one of his hands moving to your chest before dipping his head down and sucking against it makes you moan out a bit louder. 

           With each moan, he almost mimics you with his own. He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you. Then again, he’s always been fond of pretty sounds. Music is his passion but hearing you make such delicate sounds for him makes his head spin in all sorts of directions. 

           His thrusts become more pointed after a few minutes, fucking into you at a pace that feels equally as deep but more powerful now. Your hands grip at anything you can get ahold of, meaning, you grip him. His arms, his back, and then finally you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down.

           His hips stutter at that before he grabs one of your legs and hikes it up and around his waist. This allows him to position himself slightly differently, fucking into you at an angle as his lips immediately fall to yours with a breathy laugh. 

           You can’t kiss him back this time though, with the new angle he’s driving into you causing his cock to bump repeatedly against a soft spot inside of you. Your mouth is left slack, releasing empty moans against his attempts to kiss you.

           He takes intense note of it, keeping up his pace and falling in love with the way you react to this angle. His hands find purchase above your head and he leans back to watch you as he fucks into you. 

“God,” He says slightly out of breath, dipping in briefly to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m going to come in about five seconds if you keep doing this.”

           Your eyes roll back slightly at his words and instantly you’re shoving your hand between the two of you to push yourself over the edge. He swats your hand away though, still fucking into you all while intertwining his fingers with yours and using his other hand to do the work for you. 

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” He says, rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around your sensitive clit. “Let me take care of you,” he adds in a huff, his hips becoming more frantic each time he feels your pussy tense around him. 

           Just like that, you’re releasing in waves with trembling legs. To the point that you throw your other leg around his waist and essentially push him into you with such force that he can’t even thrust anymore. You hold him there, riding out your high and struggling to comprehend the fact that this man isn’t always attached to you like this. 

           He lays there, his head forced into the crook of your neck as he feels you come around him, clenching him so tightly that he can’t really help it either. Your warm and wet pussy is absolutely soaking him and all he can do is let it. All he can do is feel it, to the point that he’s driven over the edge too. 

           Even when you release your death grip hug, he stays in place, nuzzling further against your neck with choked moans and tight presses of his hips. He’s trying to drive his cock deeper than it can go as he releases it, the feeling too good for him to think straight. You run your fingers through his hair as he does it, trailing your fingernails down to his neck and across his back. 

           You can feel the goosebumps on his skin under your fingers, and when his body finally goes limp on top of you, all you can do is continue that motion. Scratching, rubbing, soothing him through both of your post-orgasm brain fog. 

 ~

             Becoming Hongjoong’s girlfriend was something that should have been expected if you’re being honest. It should be a normal relationship, with normal arguments, and normal sex. Except it’s not. 

           The relationship is anything but normal but you’d like to say you prefer it this way. With the late night dates to empty parking lots just to be outside of your own spaces, the gas station runs where the two of you need to buy every snack known to man to satiate your munchies. The repeat tv shows playing on his television because you never quite catch what happened in episode six despite watching in four times. To be fair, episode six always comes on when you’re almost entirely wrapped up with your boyfriend. 

His hands are always stained with hair dye because he can’t be bothered to wear gloves, your hands are stained with hair dye too because you can’t not run your fingers through it when he’s between your legs. He’s always adding color to your life, be it literally or emotionally.

           There’s something strange about the way he balances you. In public with him, all attention is on his ripped clothes and shining piercings and a quirk of the brow always comes when they see you holding his hand. 

You kind of like the attention these days though. 

#hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez smut

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

can u pls write something w legolas PLS im so thirsty for him and i love ur writings🙏🙏🙏🙏

Even though requests are closed, I will indulge just this once. I also hope you don't mind a bite sized story for now.

"Stargazing"

🍃Pairing : Legolas x Fem. Reader (Elf / Second person POV)

🍃Themes : Soft | Fluff 

🍃 Warnings: kissing

🍃Word count: 700 plus words

🍃Summary: stargazing with Legolas ends up with an unexpected surprise.

Minors DNI | 18+

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If you like this please give it a reblog.

It was a beautiful night. The stars were out in all their glory, sparkling like diamonds strewn over black velvet.

It was here, under the gnarled branches of an old oak tree, that Legolas found you, your back against the bark, your eyes fixed on the sky.

"Stargazing, meleth?"

You turned to him and smiled at him. "I am," you said, blushing like anything when he lay down on the soft grass and placed his head upon your lap. "It is a good night for it."

"It is," Legolas agreed, his hand reaching for yours. It had become a little ritual between the two of you since he started courting you many months ago. You would come out to watch the stars, and Legolas would come for you and lay down beside you, his head inevitably ending up on your lap. You loved it, this sweet little routine between the two of you, how the two of you could just lay there and forget all else. "But I think it is safe to say the view from where I am at is far sweeter right now."

He had been looking right at you when he said it. And how it made your cheeks warm to hear it. "Flatterer," you hummed sweetly when he brought your hand to his lips, and soft kisses trailed all over your fingers.

"It is not mere flattery, meleth. It is the truth," he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

You flushed even more, uncertain of what to say and unsure of how to still the frantic beat of your heart. His kisses, sweet and innocent as they were, roused something in you, something less than innocent and far more than merely sweet. It must have been there, in the hitch in your breath, for Legolas squeezed your hand and said, "Soon. I promise you."

Your very core tightened by what he said. Legolas looked up at you intently, not saying anything else. You looked at him, at his lips—lips that were meant to be kissed. They curled up, as if in invitation. On an impulse, you leaned down and kissed him. It was light and sweet; you had no intention of it going further than that, but when Legolas sat up, his arms holding you in a loose embrace, all sense of modesty crumbled and you found yourself kissing him with raw hunger and not the shy, timid kisses you gave him before. When your arms moved over his shoulders and your nails raked through his hair, Legolas kissed you deeply one last time before pulling away with a sigh.

For a brief, beautiful moment, the two of you stayed as you were, his forehead resting over yours. Nothing could be heard, save for the sound of your breathing and leaves rustling in the wind.

"Very soon," Legolas said, his voice suddenly rough. "But not now. Someone could find us, and I would much rather we be alone, with no one to see or hear us."

He was right. Someone could stumble upon the two of you, and that would not be good at all. In a private room with no one to see or hear, that was a much better prospect. But still-

"Nothing could compare to a star-filled sky," you said, somewhat disappointed.

Legolas smiled and kissed you again, softly this time. "I will take care of it, meleth, do not fret."

He lay back once more, his head comfortably on your lap. "Look, Meleth," he pointed at the sky. "A falling star."

You turned your gaze toward the heavens. That one falling star turned into two, and two swelled to dozens, and dozens turned into hundreds. Beautiful orbs of white light streaked across the sky, their tails burning radiantly behind them. You gasped, having never seen anything so breathtaking in your life.

"What do you think they mean?" you asked, stroking back his hair.

"When I was a child," Legolas said fondly, "Adar said they were a sign from the Valar, to show us we were not alone. They were a sign of hope, he said, and that better times lay ahead."

He turned his gaze back to you. "I take this as a sign for us, that our future together would be a bright and happy one."

Your smile was a mirror reflection of his. "Do you think we will have a bright and happy future together?"

"I do," Legolas vowed fiercely, for he intended to follow in the footsteps of his parents, who, despite the great tragedy of their parting, had a deep and loving union. "I will make sure of it."

tags: @nupppuff | @floraroselaughter

#Legolas #legolas imagine #legolas x reader #X reader #x reader insert #reader insert request #The hobbit #The hobbit x reader #lotr #lotr x reader #writeblr #💫a world of whimsy writes

[fariesoiree]

ELBOWS OFF THE TABLE !

01 gonna start off with this is an 18+ account! no minors allowed to follow or interact with any of my works. i will block each and every one that does so. ofc i cannot monitor and catch every single one but i go through my followers lists regularly and occasionally check who likes my posts. do NOT interact with my written fics if you are not over the age of 18. if your age isn’t visible somewhere or i cannot find it, blocked.

i will also block blank accounts. if i cannot tell there is a real person behind the account, i will block it. ideally, your account will have a different background or header or icon than the one tumblr spawns you in with.

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03 my requests are open! that being said, i’m only taking requests for little things so don’t expect a whole fic to be made from it. 2000 words or less c: feel free to tell me your ideas or wtv else comes to your pretty little head

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i do not write for nonblack reader, dom reader, masc reader, scat, piss, vomit, blood, knife play, gun play, step/incest, noncon, dubcon, minors, and irl people. although i imagine characters around my age, im not gonna write for a character under 18 and pretend they are.

06 i’m a slow writer. very very very slow. i used to pump out fics back to back but im no longer doing that. it takes me a monthhh to write a fic. don’t expect me to write n write n write. just b patience and i’ll post when im ready.

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[akai-anna]

HEY THERE MY LOVELY MUTUAL <3 <3 (I love when you reblog and queue my posts ur actually amazing ily so much I love reading your tags hugs hugs hugs <3 <3 <3 im in love, giggling kicking my feet everyday)

SAW THE CHARACTERS OPINION BINGO U REBLOGGED 👍 I GOTCHU

TAKAGI. BABY BOI OF DCMK (I remember seeing a poll rolling around somewhere about the most dcmk baby girl and Takagi won)

I will also have to have to ask you about Kaito HAHAH (my fav blorbo i will admit)

ok the thing is im from australia. choose an australian animal of your choice bc i am Intrigued. im not too sure how the bingo would translate though hahahah I don't think it would work very well

(feel free to also ask me anything or talk to me and about this bingo too >v0 b)

wait you know what i forgot LOL WE GOTTA HAVE THE PROTAGONIST DUO SHIN/CONE AS WELL. PLS

*LIGHTS UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE* MY DEAR MUTUAL, HI CYN, HELLO!!!!

Firstly: WE'VE NEVER TALKED BEFORE BUT LET ME TELL YOU, I WAS (still am) SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN I SAW YOU SEND IN AN ASK! Yes, I keep track and i'm always happy to see you in my activity and my dash! (I'm also really happy to see we mutually share that feeling; I relate to the giggling kicking feet sentiment a lot.) I'm happy to have this chance to interact with you, in a sense, face to face! Bless you, darling, and I'm sending hugs right back at you.

Secondly: YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE AND YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL ADORATION ESPECIALLY FOR ONE TAKAGI WATARU, he always needs more love, I FREAKING ADORE THAT MAN.

Thirdly: warning notes apply, as stated in previous asks:

I tend to interpret things liberally: only my own rules apply, which means ->

I check everything that makes sense to me, even if they might seem contradictory

The Character Opinion Bingo in question

Prepare for endless ranting. And as a certain someone says: さあショーの始まりだ わ!

I. Takagi Wataru

The Babygirl and Malewife of My Heart Personal Special Tag: #takagi is a good man

Points that I feel need a little elaboration:

I am so normal about them: I use the word "normal" as a synonym for "utterly obsessed with" and "absolutely love and adore". (I don't like the word in itself, hence, the only context I use it in, is this. But that is another story.)

*puts them in a salad spinner*: as in, the salad spinner is my brain, and he keeps rotating in it at high centrifugal force.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it and That's a solid design right there: Detco Canon is... As much as I love it, I think we can agree it has its shortcomings/issues, and one of them is coming up. These two points go hand in hand at this moment because LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! THIS MAN IS A BABY!!! LOOK AT HIM, HE'S PERFECT!!! THE SPIKY HAIR!!! THE SHAPES!!! THE COLOUR PALETTE!!! HE'S SO CUTE!!

I resonate with this particular video: his new design in the anime (partly thanks to the general Square-and-Pointy-fication) is just... THEY HAD THE PERFECT MAN. IT'S A CRIME. Bless that he is at least still cute in the manga, even if not the same way as in the early anime. The sharp cheekbones and soft looking hair have their charm.

My point is: THIS!!!! MAN!!! IS!!! A BABY!!!!

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: he makes me go FERAL with LOVE, and makes me feel like I want to gnaw on something or eat a whole fridge or scream endlessly into a pillow. I wouldn't do it to HIM (I'll leave that to Satou Miwako), but generally, the feeling is there. (Okay, I'll be honest, I would totally give him forehead, cheek, or hair kisses.)

To close his section, have one of my favourite bits about this Baby Of A Man. That poll was absolutely right about him, THE ULTIMATE BABYGIRL (and Malewife TM).

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II. Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou KID

The Local Mischief and Chaos Bringer Personal Special Tag: #the magical agent of chaos

LOL I DIDN'T EXPECT TO GET A BINGO, EVEN WITH THE FREE SPACE HAHA

Some points are the same as for Takagi, but here is elaboration on the ones that don't match:

Bastard, A Beast Unleashed and They didn't get bullied enough: let's be real. He's an Absolute Menace. And I sort of love that about him. Highly competent (competency makes me go weak), and if that is not scary (and hot) I don't know what. And sometimes he also goes too far (lifting skirts is not okay at all, Kaito) and needs someone to put a leash on him (or kick a soccer ball at him/chase him in a classroom). I feel that sometimes he needs a bit of bullying a challenge, to think about things. And again, honesty: I love seeing him suffer a bit, I love his Panic Moments LOL. Not in a mean way. But I also love how kind he is; the baseball chapter in the MK manga has my heart, and the Clock Tower Heist, and the Red Tear chapter... Not to mention the Nightmare arc. He cares about people and making others happy. I feel I went on a tangent here. Onto the bastard bit: he CAN BE SUCH A BASTARD AND I LOVE THAT ABOUT HIM TOO. Two of my favourite bits of Bastardry from him include 1) HOW HE DISGUISED AS RAN AND HOW HE BAITED SHINICHI AT THE VERY END OF THAT ENCOUNTER and 2) THE WAY HE SENDS SHINICHI CAREENING IN THE SIDECAR LIKE IT'S NOTHING (but also Shinichi getting right back at him and setting fire to the fckin fuel.) Pure Bastard Energy.

I want their gender: I love the way he is just so free-spirited about how he dresses/disguises. And I love the thought of him and Aoko doing outfit swaps (I blame that competition in MK for these. Also look at these delightful posts on the topic).

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: I have... issues, with canon, you could say. Like the way he has no support system, especially bothers me. I would like to see his character treated with more care (be it MK or DetCo). I live for good character development, and I crave that for him.

To close this section, have one of my favourite conversations between these two menaces of nature.

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III. Australian Animal of Choice: Koala

Fun fact: I've been in love with koalas ever since I got a keyholder plushie from relatives in Australia when I was like... in kindergarten? Or early elementary? Also don't worry, *puts on sunglasses* I wouldn't have mentioned animals, if I thought I couldn't work with them.

Elaboration is needed here I feel.

I am so normal about them: I'm not as obsessed as I used to be but I'm eternally fond of koalas. Did you know their fingerprints are so similar to us they could be mistaken for human fingerprints? Or how they spend most of their time sleeping because the eucalyptus they consume is toxic? Or how they can actually swim well? Or how they are literally surviving by being Dumb As Shit because Being Dumb Saves Energy? Yeah, I'm totally normal about them.

*projects onto them like a mf* and I want their gender: Oh to be a koala, just existing, sleeping, sometimes waking up to eat some eucalyptus, then going right back to sleep. I want that.

That's a solid design right there: HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? SO FLUFFY LOOKING!!! WITH BIG CLAWS!!! THE BIG NOSE!!! SO SHAPED!!! NOT TO MENTION THE EARS!!!

They are so silly and They Sure Do Exist: how did this animal even come into existence? Weird lil creatures. THEY ARE JUST SO SILLY. THE NOISES THE MAKE. Like oh my god.

Literally I would kiss them: THEY JUST LOOK SO SOFT, HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO BURY MY FACE IN THE FUR?

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IV. Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan

*Prof Agasa voice* He has many nicknames, like Gremlin Child, Absolute Menace, Ultimate Baby, Lil Nerd, Walking Encyclopedia Son, or Disaster Child. I think I call him as many names as I do my dear Rosie, so that is quite telling LMAO Personal Special Tag: #the detective gremlin

HDSBSKDB DOUBLE BINGO (AND ALMOST 4 BC HE'S ALSO DET'S FAV, SO ALMOST CROSSED OUT PROXY TOO KSJNVKSVNJS OK, my love for him is showing, I guess)

EDIT: FCKIN TRIPLE BINGO AS @vampirecatsw POINTED OUT oh my god, I'm blind

Again, some thoughts on relevant bits.

*projects onto them like a mf*: THIS CHILD IS SO FCKIN NEURODIVERGENT, AND I FCKIN RELATE, ALSO HE LOVES AND CARES SO DEEPLY IT HURTS AND I RELATE SO HARD.

A Beast Unleashed: another MENACE OF NATURE. You cannot let him roam free, he finds trouble like it's Breathing. Also love it when he goes ballistic. Or when he shows how competent he is. Like GOD. HE'S AMAZING, and he's a danger to criminals and himself, mostly.

Everyone else if wrong about them: not EVERYONE, just... some people. We agreed with a friend that some of our issues in portrayal lies with the fandom sort assigning him traits that Hakuba has, but not Shinichi (Hakubification). Of course, people can have their fun with it, but it's not for me and have my own opinions on the matter.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: again, DetCo has issues. Like the lack of continuity/ erased character development, or not bringing up issues ever again, and the like. Early DetCo was GOOD at these, and I miss those times.

That's a solid design right there and I fuck with this aesthetic so hard: HE IS!!!! SO SHAPED!!!!! SO ROUND!!! (or at least used to be) THE GENTLE CURVES OF HIS FACE!!! THE SILLY HAIR!!!! NOT TO MENTION HIS FCKIN WARDROBE!!!! I'M OBSESSED WITH HIM!!! Also, I have a huge thing for blue eyes and dark hair combination, not to mention the glasses... I'm fckin weak for glasses... god. He just hits all the right spots in my heart and brain. (Not to mention his personality, I WANT TO CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-)

They didn't get bullied enough: I live for others teasing Gremlin Child. It's not quite bullying (never HURT HIM FOR REAL, I'LL CRY), but he needs to be TEASED MORE FOR SURE. I guess Bastardry also fits into this, that's good too.

SQUEAK: sometimes he is just so DUMB I want to SQUISH HIM HARD OR SHAKE HIM. I LOVE HIM, I SO DO, even if he is an idiot at times. God. I love him.

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: HIS CHEEKS ARE SO PERFECTLY ROUND I WANT TO CHOMP ON THEM. ALSO ALL THE KISSES TO HIM!!!!! BABY BOY!!!! GIVE HIM ALL THE KISSES!!!! AND HUGS TOO!!!

Bastard: the way he FCKS WITH SOME CRIMINALS. OH MY GOD. THE WAY HE IS SOMETIMES A MENACE ON PURPOSE. THE WAY HE SOMETIMES GETS SO ANNOYED HE JUST GOES FOR HIS WATCH. Also the way he is an absolute bastard to KID. His attitude is just so. *chef kiss* Love a menace of a child, HE'S AMAZING. HIS RAZOR SHARP SMIRK, THE MISCHIEVOUS CHILD FACE.

I have way too many favourite bits related to this boi. So. Have these random screencaps from my DCMK folder.

I hope you have fun reading this madness, Cyn! I HAD AN ABSOLUTE BLAST, YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL LOVE, may you have an absolutely blessed day, dear.

#detective conan #magic kaito #la junk talks #detco posting #asks #vampirecatsw #did i make shinichi be the 4th bc of a pun? totally #i've been infected with sillypunnitis #you literally went and asked about my favourites you are the best #(tho. that is not hard to do bc i adore so many characters in detco fkvjnfdvkjfnk i'm obsessed TM) #may you have fun reading this word vomit hahahah #god can you tell i love talking about them? gosh bc i do #also me thinking about what it tells about me that i would not SQUEAK takagi #but i would shinichi ksjfndfjvndfk #takagi wataru: too good to be squeaked

[first-only]

Do you have any advice for somebody who wants to reveal the fact that they are problematic on their main, but is really scared to do so?

I want to just live my truth and not care anymore, but the thought of losing people who I thought were my friends, and the thought of receiving a lot of harassment, scares me a lot. It's not like I'm completely pure on my main, I mean my AO3 is literally filled with incest, but it is possible that a lot of people who follow me haven't caught on yet. I know I shouldn't care about anti's clout, but this is the only place where I actually get complements on my art (even if they're not that many) and it's hard to have to possibly say goodbye to those praises and interactions.

But I'm just tired. I have so much stuff I want to post, that I'm scared to. There's a big twincest Au I have, that I really want to draw and write for! But I've put it off for so long in fear of what people will think of me.

I know their opinions don't matter, and I do know a couple of my friends who are secretly just as problematic as me and wont leave. I just, I dunno, I'm scared, antis and current fandom scare me a lot

Sorry if this was a bit rambly

I dont really think the people who would harass and call you out are real friends. And honestly, i dont think their compliments really... matter? Like i understand that getting positive feedback on your art feels amazing, and im probably the minority in that, but honestly? I would rather get no response than compliments from people whose opinions dont matter to me, or i actively try to avoid seeing even a glimpse of their takes. How did that saying go.. dont take criticism from people who you wouldnt ask advice from?

As for being scared of negative attention, I just block liberally and either insta delete or troll-answer bait-y asks. I feel like the anti/harassment threat is.. a tiny bit overfeared by some people. Yes, of course some people get a lot of hate and bait but usually you get a few asks, block them, and never hear it again until you have to block someone else a month later and thats the last of it. Yes some people get a /lot/ of attention but they're usually popular or are targeted specifically by someone (often on personal accounts rather than just being internet randos to each other)

If you want to reveal that you dont buy into anti bullshit gently, i'd rec just reblogging a few anti-harassment posts. Then maybe a few of a ship thats on the edge of "problematic." Then maybe a popular think-about-it anti-purity culture post (gaud has one thats very well and gently put). I mean i guess thats the safest route to like.... serving it slowly and letting people jump ship at their level of comfort? I mean, personally i would just post them twins fucking and enjoy the idea of people outraging (with the finger on the block button lol) but if you're not comfortable with that, maybe a soft boil would be easier.

And please remember, anti side is /not/ the default. It's /not/ the majority. I would personally not even call it 'real' fandom, its just the like plato's allegory of the cave of fandom, where the normies (for lack of a better term) saw us having fun and decided to join but then try and trample on our culture.

If you post your art someone will like it. A lot of people will love it. There are many many of us freaks and fandom olds who would greatly enjoy to see you free of the mainstream idea of fandom and would love to follow you and have fun together. Even if you lose the antis you will gain the essentials and those bonds will be stronger and not hinge on not saying the 'wrong' word ever.

also like if you post that twincest tag me pls i love me some <3

#ask #tagging properly for once so maybe anon will have an easier time finding this on my mess of a blog #the good thing abt the internet is that you /can/ actually curate who interacts with you #theres no real need to delete blogs and hide away and gather clout #you can be out and proud and find your own people and just.. block the rest #of course not everyone can handle harassment coolheadedly but i do feel like if you realize that the person sending it has no real power #its easier to gain confidence and manage to ignore it

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut, what else is new?

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Mondays had been your days to meet Harry at his office, but now that he was working on his studio, you thought it would be nice to bring him and your dad some lunch. You were so happy it was almost May. The weather was starting to get really nice. You were able to go for runs outside on the days it didn’t rain.

“Hey, wanna come with me to the studio for lunch? I’m buying.” You say to Niall.

“Sure! It’ll be nice to get out for a bit. I’m sure your dad will love to see me.” He laughs and you shake your head at him.

You stop by a sandwich shop on your way, and head into the studio. You bite your bottom lip when you see Harry. He was use a nail gun to put some cabinets up for what would soon be a kitchen area. You dad was finishing grouting the tile. Harry steps down from the step stool and wipes his forehead of sweat. He was wearing a snap-back to help catch some of the sweat. He looks over at you and Niall and smiles.

“Oi, looks like it’s lunch time.” He extends a hand to help your dad up.

“Hi guys! It looks better and better every time I come here.” You hand them the sandwiches and give your dad a hug.

“Hi Niall.” Your dad shakes his hand. “Been too long.”

“I know, things have been crazy.”

“They’ve put some picnic benches out at the park across the street do you guys wanna eat outside? It’s so nice out.”

Everyone agrees and you head outside. Harry looked so good in his loose jeans and work-boots, you couldn’t get over it. He sits next to you, and Niall sits next to your dad.

“Everyone from New York has finally left, thank god.”

“That’s great!” Harry says, relieved Mark was finally gone.

“How are classes going, Y/N?” Your dad asks.

“Oh, they’re good. I’ll finish this one in a couple of weeks, and the next won’t start until June so I’ll a month to take a little break.”

“Your brother’s coming in Friday to help out, maybe we could all have dinner together after.”

“Sure! You both could come over, I can cook something up instead of going out.” You say. Harry puts his hand on your knee.

“That works.” You dad smiles. You knew he always preferred a home cooked meal.

“I could work from home that day and watch the baby if he wants to bring him in too.” Harry’s face lights up.

“I’ll run it by him. I’m sure his wife could use the night off.”

Niall distracted your dad for a few minutes so you could kiss Harry goodbye.

“How are you feeling today? You were a little wobbly yesterday…” You say quietly.

“Oh, I’m fine now.” He smiles. “Thanks for checkin’ in.” He kisses the top of your head, and goes back into the studio.

When he gets home later that night he’s exhausted. You had dinner ready to go, and he inhaled it.

“Jesus, Harry, you were hungry. Do you want a second helping?”

“No, thank you.” He rubs his eyes. “I need to go to bed, I’m so tired, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! Go, I’d rather you get your rest. I have homework to do anyways.” You give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, maybe I could just rest on the sofa so I’m still hanging out with you.”

“If you wanna go to bed you can, really, it’s okay.”

“No.” He pouts. Oh no, you’re tried, grouchy boy was making an appearance. “M’gonna go put some sweats on and then I’ll come sit with you.” You nod and he walks out into the bedroom.

You grab your laptop and sit on the sofa. Yo start typing away at your forum post, and Harry comes out in just a pair of sweat pants. He plops down next to you and waits for you to finish. The second your laptop is on the coffee table he his is resting in your lap.

“Let me get a pillow, it’ll be more comfortable for your he-“

“No.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Do you wanna just lay between my legs then?”

“Yes.”

You adjust so your back is against the arm rest, and Harry’s head is on your stomach. Your hands play with his hair and it didn’t take him too long to drift off. Times like this you think back to when you two first really cuddled together. He had had a long day at work and he asked you to lay with him. You had been on top of him at the time and you both fell asleep. That was when you knew you really felt safe with him. You sigh happily as you watch TV.

//

Friday rolls around, and your brother drops the baby off with you so he can meet your dad and Harry at the studio. You had a wonderful day watching him while getting some emails done. You never really got alone time with your nephew. You played with him for a little while, and then took him for a walk in his stroller.

You decided on making a meatless baked ziti for dinner. It was something everyone could enjoy, and easy enough to make. You whip up a big salad to go with it, and take the baby with you to the market quick so you can grab a baguette.

Harry sends you a few pictures of the progress they’ve made. The kitchen and Mariah’s office was entirely done. Next week they’d work upstairs to get Harry’s office situated. Then all he’d have to do is paint.

His social media was getting more and more hits thanks to you, and he was already booking out into July. You were so proud of him.

You send him a selfie or two with the baby and it makes him swoon. He couldn’t wait to have a baby with you some day.

Around 6PM you hear them come in through the door. You were sitting on the sofa feeding the baby. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head from loving his bubby. You had your eyes on him and you were humming.

“Hi guys.” You say smiling. “Dinner’s gonna be another ten minutes in the oven, everything else is on the table already.” You finish giving the baby his bubby and you sit him up so he’ll burp. He perks up when he sees your brother. “Is that your daddy, did you miss him?” You coo. Your brother smiles and takes him from you.

“How was he?”

“Perfect! He’s the easiest baby in the world.” You go over and kiss Harry on the cheek.

“M’just gonna wash up quick.”

Your dad was walking around. You realize it’s the first time he’s been over and inside your apartment.

“Dad, I’m sorry, let me show you around. You and Kyle can clean up in the guest bath.” You take the baby back from your brother.

Harry meets you in the kitchen and you hand him off to him so you can take the ziti out of the oven.

“Smells so good in here.” He says holding the baby with one arm. “Hey little guy, did you have a nice day with your auntie?” He boops his nose. You smile at the two of them.

“I got a baguette from the market.”

“Did you cut it up already?”

“Yes, and I saved you an end piece just how you like. Go sit down, I’ll bring this out.” Harry kisses you and then goes out to the dining area.

“I’ll take him, he’s fading, I’m gonna put him in the car seat so he can sleep.”

Your brother drags the seat over and places your nephew in it and his eyes slowly close. Once he’s settled, the four of you sit down to eat.

“You guys got so much done today. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, all the heavy stuff should be done next week, and then it’s off to painting.”

“Rachel’s gonna help Harry paint. You guys should see the color’s she’s picked out for the offices, it’s going to be beautiful.”

The chatter is nice and light around the table. You bring out some coffee and fruit for dessert.

“Y/N, when do you think you’ll have an official house warming?” Your brother asks.

“I’m not sure, we were thinking end of May so it would be warm enough to be able to go out on the balcony.” You point behind you.

“That’d be great. Do you guys have a grill or anything?”

“We have a little indoor one.” You look at Harry. “I didn’t even think of that. We need to get a table and some chairs for out there.”

“We could go to Lowe’s this weekend and check out the prices.”

“I’ve got some gift cards to there, hold on.” You dad takes out his wallet.

“Dad, you don’t have to-“

“I don’t mind.” He smiles. “Here, it hasn’t been used, but I can’t remember how much is on there.” He slides a card towards you.

“Thanks.” You smile.

Your brother and dad eventually leave. It was a great day and evening. You and Harry slump onto the sofa.

“You were cute when we got in.” He says drumming his fingers on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You giggle.

“Feedin’ the baby. It was cute. You were like hummin’ to him and stuff.”

“Harry…”

“What?”

“I know where this is going.”

“Where what is goin’? I can’t pay my beautiful, amazing, wonderful girlfriend a compliment all of a sudden?”

“Wow, so many descriptive words in one sentence.” You say sarcastically. “You see me with him, and then you have baby fever for like a week.”

“To be honest, I always have baby fever, I just don’t express it.” You laugh at him. “With me ownin’ my own business imagine how easy it’ll be for us someday. Your place has maternity leave, and then when you go back to work I could just bring him or her with me to work. I could have everything set up for them there. Then we’d come home and they’d be all excited to see their mummy.” You blink at him.

“Oh, so you’d get to spend all the time in the world with them?”

“I’d take ‘em to come visit you when I could, and you’d come visit us.”

“You know the maternity leave is actually really good. You get three months paid, and then you get another three months paid working from home. And then you can like choose to work half days and shit, it’s amazing. At least we wouldn’t need child care. My mom could come and help out like she does with my nephew.”

“They essentially give you six months off? That’s almost unheard of here.”

“I know, I’m telling you the CEO is incredible.”

“C’mere, come sit on me.” You giggle and crawl into his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, and rubs his thumbs over your lower stomach. “Can’t wait to put one in yeh some day.”

“Oh, Harry.” You swat a hand at his shoulder.

“What? You know I do, and then I’d get to watch your belly grow.”

“Right, because that’s every girl’s dream. To be littered with stretch marks, a big strip of hair, and for their belly buttons to disappear.”

“Stop, that doesn’t happen to everyone.”

“I’m just saying, it’s not as romantic as you make it seem. I’ll be ten times more hormonal. I may get to a point where I have to go on bed rest.”

“I’d just take care of you.”

“You have an answer for everything.” You lean down and kiss him. “I saw you bring your tool-belt in with you.”

“Jesus, do you have a fetish or somethin’?”

“Harry, you just look so sexy with it on, will you please go put it on?”

“It’s just the belt, the tools aren’t even it it.”

“So? C’mon, let’s roll play a little. You can be the handyman that’s come to fix something for me in the bedroom, and I’ll be the needy, unsatisfied housewife.”

“You would so easily cheat on your husband?”

“Harry…please don’t be cheeky right now.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go change.”

You wait for him anxiously and he comes back a few minutes later with a white t-shirt, jeans, and his tool belt on.

“The hat! Please put the snap-back on.” He sighs and goes back to get it.

“Happy now?”

“Yes!” You get up from the sofa and walk over to him. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.” Both of his eyebrows raise as you walk around him. “You see, my husband’s away on business and there are just some things a girl can’t take care of by herself.” You bite your lip and smile at him.

“That’s too bad. If I had a girl like you, I’d never leave yeh to do anything by yourself.” Your smile grows. You’re happy he’s willing to play along. “Show me what needs tendin’ to.”

“It’s in the bedroom, please follow me.” You giggle quietly. He follows you in. You tug at his collar and start kissing him.

“What if your husband comes home early?”

“He won’t, he’s too busy fucking his secretary.”

“What a fool.” He tilts your chin up and he kisses you again. “I’d take really good care of you if you were my wife.”

“Why not show me a little preview then?”

He steps back and takes his shirt off. You ogle his body.

“Jesus, Harry, you look-“ He puts his hand over your mouth.

“Can’t use my name, it ruins the illusion.”

“What should I call you then?”

“I don’t know, your handyman?”

“Okay, okay.” You clear your throat to get back into character. “My Mr. Handyman, you’re quite built.”

You reach your hands out to feel the muscles on his stomach, then his arms, and then his back. He smirks at the way you’re feeling him up. You walk back in front of him to face him.

“Haven’t been touched in so long.”

“Think I can fix that.”

He lifts you up and plops you down on the bed. He lifts your shirt off and unhooks your bra. He kneads your breasts his tongue slips into your mouth. You groan against him.

“Lay back.” You scooche further on the bed, lay back so he can undo your pants. He sees your lace, cheeky underwear. “Sorta naughty to be wearin’ this while your husband’s away.”

“Well, I’m a pretty naughty girl, Mr. Handyman.” You bat your eyelashes at him, and start to rub your clit over your panties. “Need someone to punish me.”

Harry’s face lights up. He undoes the tool belt, and lets it drop to the floor. He undoes his jeans and takes his boxers off. He gets on the bed and between your legs. He kisses your covered clit, and licks over your folds. He never really teased you like this, but then again, it wasn’t really him. He sucks on you through the material, and rubs his thumb over you. He grips your hips and flips you over. You get up on your knees and elbows. He slowly drags your soaked underwear off, and throws it on the floor.

He smacks your butt, not too hard. He did it the way he always did. You remember one time, early on, when he told you he’d smack you right on your clit, and you wondered if he was planning to do that.

“Hey, time out for a second.” You look over your shoulder at him. “I think we should have, like, a safe word, just in case one of us gets uncomfortable with the role play…” He says.

“Okay, should it be like a color or something?”

“How about yellow?”

“Okay, sure, yellow.”

“Alright…back to it then.” You giggle at him. You appreciated that he always seemed to think of everything. “So…uh, Mrs…Housewife, let’s take care of this problem you’ve been havin’.”

Harry grips your hips, and feel him lick from your clit to your folds. He hasn’t eaten you out from behind since god knows when. You grip at the comforter, loving the way it feels. He licks up dangerously close to your other hole and you flinch. He knows not to lick you there, he’s just testing the waters a bit. You were dripping wet, so whatever he was doing obviously felt good. He bites down onto one of your ass cheeks and sucks harshly. You gasp as your back arches. Harry had sort stopped leaving the really purple marks on you. He sits back and watches the color change on your skin.

He takes you and flips you onto your back. You look up at him and nod. He spreads your legs and lines himself up with you, thrusting in with a ton of force. He gauges the reaction on your face. He wants to have fun, not send you into a flash. He rubs your clit to soothe you a little while you reach up to grip at his shoulders.

He grabs one of your legs to put over his shoulder, and rocks in and out of you. He was hitting you nice and deep like you needed.

“Oh my god.” Your head rolls back into the mattress.

“Need this don’t you?”

“So bad.” You groan.

“Sit up on your elbows.” You raise an eyebrow at him, but you do as he says.

His hand trails up from your clit and rests on your stomach for a second. He swears he can feel himself going in and out of you. It slides up further and you think he’s just going to knead your breast, until it’s around your throat. He grips you, but not tightly, just resting it there.

“Handyman should use his hands, don’t you think?” You nod your head yes. “And you said you’ve been naughty, so…I think the best thing I can do is choke you a little.” He drops your leg from his shoulder. His thrusts continue, but he moves around in a circle. “Can I do that?”

“Yes.” You say in a whisper.

His thumb rubs over the front of your throat lightly, and then he gets a better grip on you. His other hand rubs your clit while he rocks in and out of you. He lets you lay back down all the way and you wrap your legs around his waist. He applies a little more pressure and watches you contort under him. Your cheeks had a deep blush over them.

Usually you were the one to choke him, but he was in full control tonight. You didn’t mind it really. After pegging him last weekend he deserved to have a little of the power back. Plus, you just like the way his strong hand felt around you. You were feeling a little light headed, but in a good way. His other hand rubs harshly on your clit, and you know your end is near.

He feels you tighten around his cock and he fucks you faster. You start panting and gasping, but he doesn’t let up. He hits your g-spot and rubs your clit just at the right place and you feel yourself release. Your back arches off the bed, and he rubs your clit the entire time, rocking in and out of you. He lets go of your throat and you take in as much air as you can.

“Come in mouth.”

“What?”

“Please, god, come in my mouth.” You groan.

Harry lets out a moan as he pulls out of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and open your mouth for him. He angles himself, give himself a few quick pumps and comes. He comes in your mouth, down your chin, and on your chest. He made a mess of you. He goes to get off of you but your grab his face with one of your hands. You make eye contact with him as you swallow what actually got into your mouth. You lick over your chin, and then you scoop up what you can from your chest onto your finger, and suck on your finger. His mouth falls open while he watches you.

You go to speak, but you burst out laughing instead. Harry sits there, straddling you, very confused.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say, still laughing. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like that before.” His shoulders fall with relief.

“I didn’t hurt your little neck did I?” He leans in to inspect you. “Shit…”

“What?”

“Well, you can kind of see where my rings indented, should’ve taken ‘em off.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t full commit to your character.” You giggle.

“You don’t care if someone sees this?”

“It’ll fade. It’s probably less noticeable than a hickey. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see the nasty one you left on my ass.”

“Hey, that wasn’t me that was the handyman.”

“Mhm.” You lean up and kiss him. “Was it fun?”

“Yeah…we could do it again sometime.” He gets off of you and follows you to the bathroom. You gasp when you see the bruise on your ass.

“Jesus, Harry…”

“S’not that bad.” He sighs. “We’ve been doin’ a lot of new stuff lately.”

“Guess so.” You shrug as you start to wash your face, having thrown your hair up in a bun. He leans against the sink counter as you apply your face-wash.

“Have you been bored with anything, is that why you’ve wanted to try so much?”

“Bored?!” You rinse off and pat your face dry. “Bored?!” You repeat. His face was stone cold. “Harry, how could you possibly think that? I love the way we have sex. From the way you stretch me out, every time with you is like the first time.” You take your hair out of the bun and shake it. “We’ve been together almost nine months, I just feel really close and comfortable with you. Enough to try some things out that I never had before.”

“So you never role played with anyone, ever?”

“Never!” You start to brush your teeth and he does the same. “Hold on, lemme pee.” He crosses his arms and looks in the other direction. “See! Super comfortable with each other.” He looks at you and smirks as you flush the toilet. You wash your hands and he uses the toilet next. “I was no virgin when we met, Harry, but I’ve had so many first with you.” He follows you out of the bathroom. “I’ve never been this close with a boyfriend before.” You both get into bed. “I feel like because I can just be myself with you, I’ve had the freedom to discover some new things that I like.” He lays his head on your chest. “I could never be bored, in any aspect of our relationship. Every day is like a new adventure.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course! We don’t have to role play again if you didn’t like it.”

“S’not that I didn’t like it, I just don’t know how to pretend to be some macho dude.”

“You just look so fucking hot when you wear that stuff.”

“And I’ll gladly wear it for you anytime.”

“If you could role play as anything, what would you wanna do? I mean, we got to do one of my fantasies, what’s one of yours?” He sits up to look at you.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! We should do what you wanna do too, it’s not all about me.”

“Okay, the butt stuff was something we both wanted, whether you believe that or not. So you can stop feeling guilty.”

“I don’t fe-“

“Yes you do, I can tell. We’ll do it again, trust me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Anyways, I know you don’t wanna fuck in your office, so we could just use the loft, but I’ve had this…fantasy of you being like this…I don’t know CEO or something, somebody hire up, and I’m like your….assistant or something.” You hadn’t expected Harry’s fantasy of you to be so dominant. You were intrigued.

“Please, go on.”

“And well…there’s like all this tension between us right? Because, you can’t fuck your assistant, that’s against the rules. And I feel the tension too, but I can’t fuck my boss.” You bite your inner cheek to try not to laugh. This was very well thought out. “So, like, here’s the scene, so there’s one night we’re working late. You’re crazy overworked.” You nod. “And then I’m there, and I’m like you know what you need? To get fucked. Oh, I forgot to mention, you’re mean to everyone but me. So, I’m like you need to get fucked.”

“And how do you get me to agree to it?”

“I come in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and I’m like let’s take a break.”

“Okay.”

“And then, I say you look tense, I could rub your shoulders. And you’re a little buzzed from the wine, so you roll with it, and-“

“There’s a lot of build up here.”

“Shh, I’m getting to it. So then, I’m like I can’t really get at you, let’s take your jacket off Miss Y/L/N, and you’re like okay. Then when I massage you skin to skin you start moaning, and it just escalates from there.”

“Oh it does?”

“Mhm, I fuck you on the desk, and then we have to keep it a secret. We say it was a one time thing, but we don’t mean it.”

“And you just came up with this elaborate fantasy all on your own?”

“Well…mostly…some…one of my romance novels sort of had a similar plot. But man, thinking of you like that, it really gets me going.”

“So even though I’m the CEO, you’re still the one to ultimately seduce me?”

“Yeah, you’re too much of a goodie goodie to break the rules.” He smirks.

“Well shit, guess I’ll just have to surprise you with that sometime.”

“You’d be into all that?”

“Would you wear your glasses?”

“Sure.”

“Yeah, I’d be into all of that.” He beams at you.

“I love you, so much. You are so the girl for me.” He chuckles and kisses you all over your face.

“I love you too, doll.”

He lays back down on your chest, and you play with his hair while you continue with your pillow talk. Eventually you both drift off. Harry was the perfect guy for you. Sure you had your ups and downs, but what couples didn’t? Every day you felt so lucky to be with him, but you were feeling that way now more than ever.

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loving him feels like ☆ multi character

xia yan, zuo ran, mo yi, & lu jinghe x gn!reader

no cws, just fluff, haha tot brainrot goes brrr

pls reblog if you enjoyed it !

note: xia yan is luke, zuo ran is artem, mo yi is vyn, and lu jinghe is marius just in case if anyone was confused ! im used to saying the chinese names more </3 cutely tags @kazuhavo1r bc you finally got a marius sr 🤪 utc btw bc it got kinda lengthy. inspired a bit by this post <3

lu jinghe ;

the times where he would endlessly tease you until no end, the smirk that you oh so wanna wipe off of his face still stitched onto his features as his confidence was very much loud between the two of you. loving lu jinghe can be quite messy. the times where you’d stay in his studio watching him paint and you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until he shook your shoulders to wake you up. or the times where you’d get mad at his idiotic teasing as he continuously apologizes at you.

although yes, loving him can be messy, it can also be nice and caring. the small moments where he would softly smile at you while you two are on a small date in a dessert shop, you could already sense the love he holds for you through that small glint in his eyes if you stare back at him.

xia yan ;

sweet as candy and as affectionate he can be. that’s how he loves you, you’d never leave his mind if you two are far from each other. he’d try to spend a lot of time with you - who wouldn’t want so many memorable moments with their beloved? the little instances where you would randomly bump into each other on the street and soon spend the rest of your time together, whether it may just be watching films with cuddles or just playing around in xia yan’s antique shop.

sweet, is how you would describe how loving xia yan feels like. the excited feeling in your chest when you see him means that you know that you would have a great time with him again today. but there will also be a few butterflies in your stomach as he makes you blush but he blushes harder than you.

mo yi ;

as much as he enjoys music, loving mo yi is like playing the same track over and over again. it’s a never ending feeling of joy and fondness you hold for each other. even if you replay this track you still wouldn’t get tired of it. no matter how much you two bond over music, it doesn’t matter because your favorite track will still be his appreciation towards you.

the track containing his soft words of confession towards you, how could you get tired of it? it’d make your heart flutter every time. although most flowers would wilt, you being his rose in his heart would never dwindle for he would cherish it with utmost care and love it more than anything. the rose in his heart could never wilt like other flowers now, could it?

zuo ran ;

a balloon making it’s way up in the air before slowly popping. it’s how zuo ran’s heart would explode every time he’s with you. he wonders how could a person like you be with him but he isn’t complaining. he’s quite grateful that he’s got someone like you with him. the blush creeping up to his cheeks as you fix his tie because it was messy while the two of you are alone at his office is something that he can’t quite control as he tries to regain his composure and stop himself from stuttering.

loving zuo ran would be a nice feeling. a bit cliché during some moments, but, overall it’s just a nice feeling to have. delicate feelings in each other’s hands, his being with yours and vice versa. it was fragile - he was fragile. who knows if the feelings in your hands could break?

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VALERIE - Part III. (Harry Styles)

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SERIES MASTERPOST

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A few tequila shots and the sound of some stranger’s horrible attempt at karaoke is exactly what you need when you get off work that Friday evening. Luckily, Steven invited you along with a few of his friends to have a drink just a few days ago and you gladly said yes. You and Steven have always gotten along so well and it made Rosa happy to see two so important people in her life be friends, so it wasn’t weird that Rosa was staying home with Valerie, you knew quite a few of Steven’s friends and they all seemed like cool people.

He told you beforehand that Harry would tag along as well so you could brace yourself to try this whole “let’s be nice to each other for the sake of Val” thing you and Rosa talked about earlier. She said she has mentioned it to him as well and he seemed to be open to the idea. You could only hope he didn’t just try to get her off his business and truly means to change.

Arriving to the bar you easily spot your little group of people and sliding out of the booth Steven greets you with a hug.

“So glad you are here!” he smiles at you and everyone slides further into the booth so you can sit at the end, saying your hello to everyone around the table.

The waitress comes up just a few minutes later and you order a tequila along with a beer.

“You are letting loose tonight?” Andy, a colleague of Steve asks with a smirk upon hearing your order.

“I deserve it and it’s just the start!” you tell him making everyone laugh.

Your shot glass is emptied out and you’ve stared on your beer by the time Harry arrives to the bar.

“Hello everyone,” he waves around and asks for a free chair from another table and pulling it to the end he is basically sitting next to you. “I see you’ve started the party, Y/N,” he chuckles eyeing the shot glass and you just shrug your shoulder with a smug grin.

He is wearing a black shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, letting you get a glimpse of his tattooed chest and necklaces. You don’t admit it to yourself but your eyes linger on his chest a tad bit longer than you intended.

Harry orders a beer for himself that arrives in just a few minutes and you notice how the waitress was basically was pushing her chest out while talking to him.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” she asks him with a charm smile, her red lips stretched almost up to her ears.

For your biggest surprise Harry looks at you upon her question.

“Do you want to have a shot with me as well?”

The girl looks at you with a dirty look that screams jealous and for a moment you don’t even know what to answer.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you nod.

“Then two tequilas, please,” he tells the waitress before she walks away, glancing back at him one last time, but he pays no attention to her, clearly. “Hope you take it better than champagne,” he teases you, but this time it feels more like a simple joke rather than an attempt to piss you off.

“We’ll see,” you tell him with an innocent smile. The change in him is obvious, it seems like he did take Rosa’s advice and a new chapter is about to start where the two of you are not planning the murder of each other anymore every time you meet.

You take the shot with Harry easily, the alcohol burning down your throat and as any responsible, mature adult would do it, you wash it down with some beer. The perfect recipe for a killer headache in the morning. Your little group is having quite the fun, would have been a shame to miss this evening with them.

It seems like Harry is making a real attempt at being nice to you, he is your partner every time your glass empties out and you head to the bar to get another one.

“Look,” he tells you pulling his phone out of his back pocket and a picture of Val appears where she is wearing a onesie that has pumpkins all over it, it’s got to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God!” you gasp tapping your hand to your chest. “She is literally the cutest.”

“I know, I got her the onesie, it’s so soft,” he tells you happily before taking one last look at the photo and putting his phone back away.

“Hey, what happened to those matching stuff you called me back then?” you think back to the phone call the two of you had not so long ago.

“Oh, didn’t buy it.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t have your size.”

“You didn’t buy the set because of my size? You could have gotten me just a larger one or something.”

“Yeah, but I wanted it to fit perfectly. Doesn’t matter, I’ll find another one.”

Harry turns to Andy who is telling a crazy story of the last time he went hiking and your tipsy eyes linger on him for a little. You were definitely not expecting him to not buy the set just because they didn’t have your size, but it’s nice that he was thinking of you and wanted you to have it just as perfect as him.

Harry catches your eyes and you don’t turn away. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the magic of this new, nice era of Harry Styles, but you let your gazes lace together as he smirks at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” you tell him absentmindedly and turn to Andy to hear the ending of the story.

The evening is a blast and you are having an amazing time. It’s nice that you don’t have to worry about Harry saying something awkward about you, the two of you are getting along pretty well.

You even sing a song together at the karaoke machine, though you don’t see yourself, you know the two of you look ridiculous, singing Avril Lavigne’s What the Hell from the top of your lungs, both of you probably more drunk than it would be decent from mature adults. But you couldn’t care less.

It’s way past midnight when you decide to leave and Harry tags along with you saying that he is taking the same train.

“Shut up, I did not!” he narrows his eyes at you as the two of you sit in the deserted carriage, only two more passengers are there but they don’t even care about your existence.

“I’m telling you! You were shaking your ass when you sang that line! Almost twerking!” you laugh letting out a snort as Harry is trying his best to hold his smile back while defending himself. “I wish I had it on camera!”

“But you didn’t so it didn’t happen,” he tells you pointing his finger at you in a warningly manner, but you just start laughing even more.

“You wish, Styles,” you huff and he just bumps his shoulder against yours.

You pull out your phone to check the time and see that Marcus has texted you a couple of hours before, asking if you are free next weekend. Harry tries his best not to peek at your screen, but he just can’t stop himself. Seeing the name he can’t stop himself from letting an annoyed growl out.

“You’re still in touch with the guy from the blind date?” he nosily asks and you lock the phone, thinking it’s best if you reply in the morning when you’ll be able to type your words out correctly. Sliding it back into your bag you turn to face Harry.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I just genuinely don’t know why you are even trying.”

“Excuse me?” you ask with a grimace. “Why wouldn’t I try to meet guys?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. You told me all about how you need to feel that special connection with someone to date them. I bet my life that you did not feel that with this dude.”

“What do you know about what I feel?” you snap at him, feeling your anger building up quickly.

“Because… I know you,” is all he says but you can only laugh at his words.

“You know shit about me, Harry.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head protesting.

“Stop pretending like you know me just because I told you stuff when I was drunk and then slept with you. Why can’t you fucking forget about it all?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been naïve and think that he could change in such a short time. It seems like he is still the annoying prick he has always been.

“Because it happened, Y/N! Whether you acknowledge it or not, it happened, and if I’m being honest, you talked a whole fucking lot that evening so excuse me if I think that I know you.”

He is clearly getting irked too, at least that’s what makes the two of you. The urge to hit him is slowly returning into your limbs and you have to keep your fists in your lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not perfect when I’m drunk and it was an inconvenience to you to have to deal with me!”

Looking up you see that the train is nearing your stop so you slide out of your seat as you look down at Harry.

“Why the fuck did you even bother to pick me up then? I’m sure you could have gotten with any of the bridesmaids. Was a shame you chose to ruin my life with that night,” you spat at him as the train stops and the doors slide open. It’s clear Harry has a lot to say, but you just simply flip him off and get out of the carriage, heading to the exit with long strides, fuming and raging you even thought for just a moment Harry has changed.

 ***

 Just like the majority of the population, you consider Monday to be one of your biggest enemies, especially when you have spent the whole weekend trying to sleep your hangover off. You really shouldn’t have went overboard with the shots, but it’s always easier said than done. You don’t try to make yourself believe it won’t happen again, because it will surely do. Lately it has occurred to you that you might have a slight problem with knowing your limits when it comes to alcohol. It’s not that you are an addict and seek every possibility to chug down something in secret. It’s more about knowing when to stop when you are at it. It’s so hard to judge when you should draw the line and not have another one when you are having such a good time! You’ve heard endless sermons from your mother when you were younger and ended up coming home a little more hammered than what fitted her taste. She wasn’t completely against drinking, she believes it’s a nice way to ease your nerves and has been having drinks in the evenings herself, but she has a strong opinion about going overboard, something you’ve been struggling with. 

“Guys find it disgusting, Y/N. Know your limits or no guy will stay with you if you can’t stop yourself from knocking yourself out.”

You rolled your eyes at her then and you roll your eyes at her now. As if a man has a word in what you do!

Sitting at your desk you find yourself checking the time every ten minutes, longing for your lunch break already, but time seems to be passing extremely slowly on this miserable day. You basically jolt up from your chair when the clock strikes 12 and head out of the building to find a place to eat. You were certainly not in the mood to do any mealprep for the week ahead so now you are stuck with having to eat out.

There’s a sandwich bar down the street and you refuse to go any farther just to have to walk back after lunch. Walking in you are happy to see that it’s not jam-packed yet, but knowing well how it goes in lunch time, the seats will surely be taken in no time. Walking up to the counter you order a turkey sandwich with a lemonade and take a seat at one of the smaller tables in the back, putting your bag to the empty chair and leaving your phone on the table next to your plate you start scrolling while eating.

Just as you expected, people start to flow in pretty soon and all the empty seats get taken. You’ve just scrolled past some funny cat video when you glance up and almost choke on your food.

At the counter, back facing you, but you already know his figure enough, stands Harry Styles, hands stuffed into his pockets as he is checking out the sandwiches behind the glass.

“Unbelievable,” you growl to yourself as you try to turn so you are hidden somehow behind the plant that’s besides you. Peeking from behind its leaves you try to keep an eye on him without being suspicious.

Harry pays for his food and flashes a smile at the cashier before turning around to find a place. Unfortunately, there are no free tables left, only seats here and there, one at your table as well.

At first you plan on pretending you don’t see him and pay he won’t recognize you either. After your encounter on the train last Friday you are not quite in the mood to have lunch with him. But then you see the disappointed look on his face as he searches for a free spot and your conscience can’t take it any longer.

Turning to face him you bring yourself out from behind the plant and wave in his direction. His eyes catch your hand in the air and a surprised look flashes across his face but heads in your way anyway.

“Hey, I didn’t even see you there,” he chuckles taking the seat that you just emptied from your bag, putting it to the floor next to you.

“Yeah, probably the plant,” you say awkwardly and he just nods placing his plate to the table.

“Do you come here often?” he asks upon starting his ham and cheese sandwich.

“No, though my office is near. I usually bring food.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Do you?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I was just nearby and thought I would stop by for lunch.”

There’s a long pause when neither of you say a word, just eat in silence though that conversation from Friday hangs in the air heavily.

Surprisingly Harry is the first one to break this silence.

“I… wanted to call this weekend to apologize.”

“Really?” It’s not that you didn’t want an apology, you were just definitely not expecting one from him.

“Yeah. I know I have overstepped quite some boundaries lately and… I’m sorry for that. I promised Rosa I would try to work on our…”

“Friendship?” you ask with a small smile. There’s not really a word for what the two of you really have.

“Yeah,” he chuckles nodding. “Look, I was drunk too, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Sorry for sticking my nose into your business. You’re right, I don’t know you well enough to have an opinion on these stuff.”

You nod shortly, a sense of relief taking over your body. It’s nice to finally have your truth confirmed by him and it’s kind of ridiculous it took the two of you so long to actually have a nice, mature conversation.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“And I know I’ve been the one to tease you and pick on you most of the time, but I promise I’ll try to work on shutting my mouth from now on.”

You laugh leaning back in your seat, because this is surely way more than what you were expecting from him, but it’s still funny to hear it from his mouth. Never thought this day would ever come.

“I promise I’ll hold my tongue too. I want Rosa to stop worrying about us. She clearly cares about us so I wouldn’t want to be the reason why she stresses, she has enough on her plate.”

Harry nods in agreement and with that, the topic is considered closed. You have officially called it truth with the villain of your life, Harry Styles.

 ***

 Valerie is watching the ducks in awe, as if they were the most beautiful creatures for her on this whole wide world. Her eyes follow them glide across the shimmering surface of the pond and pulling out your phone you take a quick photo of her before turning back to Rose next to you on the bench.

It’s a warm Sunday afternoon nearing the end of October, Rosa called you in the morning if you wanted to tag along for their afternoon walk and you happily took the chance to spend some more time with your sister and your favorite little niece.

“It’s so nice to get out of the house and go farther than just the supermarket,” she sighs, closing her eyes as she enjoys the warm sunshine caressing her face. You can tell she’s been losing sleep, Val just started teething and Rosa told you how fussy she’s been during the nights.

“The joys of parenthood,” you chuckle and she just huffs.

“Harry was over the other afternoon, dropped something off for Steven.”

“Uhuh.”

“He mentioned you.”

“Really?” you ask looking ahead of you, eyes glued to one particular duck as it nears the edge of the pond, then duckling out to the grass it sits comfortably in the sunshine.

“Yeah, he said you two had lunch together the other week.”

“Well, it’s not like it was planned, we just happened to be at the same place,” you correct her.

“Either way I’m happy you two are getting along.”

“It’s relaxing,” you admit with a soft chuckle. This worrying feeling you’ve been constantly feeling when someone brought Harry’s name up is finally gone from your chest. It’s nice to know you won’t have to avoid him at every event you run into him.

“So what do you have planned for the anniversary?” you ask her. It’s crazy it’s been three years since Rosa and Steven got married, which also means that it took exactly three years for you and Harry to put the past behind you.

“Uh, nothing?” she huffs with a grimace. “There’s not much you can do with a teething baby, you know? Will probably just have dinner together and if we don’t fall asleep immediately we can watch a movie.”

“Val is the only reason why you are staying home?”

“I mean, mostly, yeah.”

“I can look after her for a night, if you want,” you offer right away. It’s the least you can do for her.

“Nah, I can’t ask you that. I know how much you work and she wakes up at least two times during the night even on her best days. You need to rest too.”

“I have way more time to rest than you. You deserve a night off from your motherly duties.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking for any sign on your face that tells her you are not being serious.

“Absolutely. Just… give me a list of things I need to know and do and we’ll be fine,” you nod eagerly as you turn to look at Val. “Right, Princess? We’ll have a sleepover!”

Val just glances at you curiously, furrowing her tiny eyebrows before her attention is diverted by a falling leaf.

“She’s excited,” you tell Rosa and she just chuckles.

“Would you really do this for us?”

“Of course! It’s just one night, I can do one night.”

“You are literally an angel she sighs and hooking an arm around your shoulders she pulls you to her lovingly. This is what sisters are for.

 ***

 Your body is basically buried under your favorite thick blanket, sunk into the plush couch as you watch a rerun from How I Met Your Mother, a warm tea on the coffee table. You’ve had a long day and you intended to go to bed early, but figured six is a little too early, so you got stuck with whatever the TV had to offer you, however you know you’ll be in bed by eight for sure.

Munching on some dried apple chips you let out a tired sigh when you see that you’ve reached the end of the bag. Tossing it to the floor you slide down lower on the couch when your phone buzzes somewhere under your butt. It takes you some time to actually find it and get a hold of it, but you’re rather surprised when you see you just got a text from Harry.

To be exact, he just sent you a photo. Opening the thread you wait for the attachment to load and when it does, you snort out loud.

It’s a photo of him with a ridiculously small, pink hat that’s probably for Valerie, but seeing it on his head as he is grinning widely into the camera you can’t help but laugh.

“Looking great, new fit?” you write him back and the little bubbles start moving almost immediately.

“Thought it was time for a change in my image. You like it?”

“Pink suits you well.”

“Thanks, I’ve been told that.”

You smile at the screen as another message pops up.

“I’ve been going a little overboard with the shopping for Val…”

“Never feel ashamed for that!”

“But Rosa made me promise the Gucci onesie was the last thing I bought for her.”

“You bought her a Gucci onesie??!?!! Harry, she is not even one, she will shit into that Gucci..”

“But it looked so cute! I had to buy it!”

“You need therapy, Harry.”

“Isn’t that what friends are for?”

You have a witty comeback to make about how he has zero friends, but you don’t want to ruin the light mood with even the slightest possibility of sending him an insult he might take too seriously.

“You’re right!”

“Okay, now it’s your turn to send me a silly photo.”

“What?!”

“Come on, I sent you one, now you have to send one to me too!”

“Says who?”

“Me. Come on, do it!”

He is so childish, you think to yourself as you open your gallery and try to find something that’s silly but not too embarrassing either. You find a picture back from April when you were having a grimace contest with your cousin’s kids and someone snapped a picture of you with puffy cheeks and crossed eyes. You hesitate for a moment but then send it to him anyway.

Waiting for his answer you turn your attention back to the TV until your phone buzzes in your hands again.

“I said send me a pic of you, not a hamster!”

You gasp at the mean but also funny reply. He surely didn’t shy out from insulting you, unlike you did.

“Oh, fuck you, Harry!”

You almost instantly regret sending that to him, because you know what his answer is to that every time it leaves your mouth. So you are already bracing yourself to receive that “you already have” text… But it never arrives.

“Jk, you look cute. But don’t cross your eyes too much, would be a shame if they stayed like that.”

“And why is that?” you find yourself typing back.

“Don’t let those pretty eyes go to waste.”

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“one more word out of you and i’ll leave you tied up with no release”

pairing: hitoshi shinso x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (implicit male receiving handjob, implicit semi public, praise, dumbification, degradation, over stimulation, nipple play, spit play, finger sucking, female receiving fingering, thigh biting, sir kink and bondage)

word count: ​1200+

a/n: bruh how am i back to becoming a smut blog again, tbh im glad i have a variety for all types of writing

summary: in which after teasing shinso all day he can’t wait to get his revenge by overstimulating you until your crying, begging to cum

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“Stop fucking crying.” His long fingers continued to pump into your cunt, as his thumb rested across your clit, moving circles around the sensitive skin. “This is what you get after teasing me all day.”

Shinso hated to admit it but you had got under his skin today, breakfast had been hard enough with how you had waltzed in with nothing but his shirt. Then you had walked around the apartment looking for your clothes in your lingerie. He could tolerate it, he tried to tolerate it but when dinner arrived and you both had left to meet with some friends. 

He hadn’t expected the purple dress to turn him on as much as it had, the low cut, with your cleavage spilling out and the way you fitted perfectly in it. You were gorgeous, but before he could even tell you that, you had conveniently let your fingers trail across his thigh getting eerily closer to his cock. 

Shinso had heard you speak but his quirk was no use when you were under his gaze. He was almost glad the table had a cloth covering going to the floor. The undoing of the zip had almost been unheard and the torture Shinso had gone through having to surpress his moans as you lazily let your hand wrap around his softness, feeling it harden under your fingers.

“Plea...please bab…” You could barely even speak, Shinso had pushed you into the bedroom as soon as you both got home and now hear he was. 

Sleeves rolled with his tired eyes looking lazily at you. He had bounded your hands with his capturing scarf, your wrists already looking sore as you laid sprawled out for him. “You think you can just go around doing shit like that, this is a fucking lesson, okay?” He paused waiting for you to answer, but you didn’t squeal under his gaze. He pressed his cock through his jeans onto your clit as he stayed on top grabbing your jaw with one hand. “Do I make myself clear Y/n.”

You hated when he used your name, it felt patronising and small under his gaze. “Yes, sir.” You whispered trying to suppress a moan at how he grinded against your slick filled clit. 

His eyes glued to your own as he dropped your jaw back onto the bed. He doesn’t say a word instead moving away from your clit, he knew he was hard and knew he wanted to fuck you. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so without enacting revenge. His eyes stayed on you before he inserted two fingers in your cunt, he felt slick wrap around his fingers, a heavy moan coming from your mouth. 

“Ple...please more.” You begged arching your back to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you. He hasn't even begun moving his fingers and you already felt yourself wanting to cum for him. 

“One more word out of you and I'll leave you tied up with no release.” He was being serious, the way he had looked up from your cunt, your heavy chest as your naked body laid sprawled for him. He would leave you tied up, unable to finish the job that he had been doing for the past ten minutes.

You had thought that he’d have let you cum, but this was the second time his fingers were back in you, and the first you hadn’t gotten the chance to have a release. “I’ll be good.” You mewled out, he looked at you debating if he should agree. 

He pushed his fingers further into you as you gave a hefty groan. His  eyes widened at how easy you were to pleasure before he moved his fingers out, just as he was about to re-enter, a third finger began stretching you. His movement from there on had become quicker and with a much hastier face, he kissed along your waist, as he continued to move back and forth. Your moans feeling like music to his ears, he could never understand how men didn’t just look at you and fall in love.

He had, he had seen those sharp eyes with the gleeful smirk, the laugh that had made his knees weak. He didn’t understand how the world wasn't on their knees for you like he was, he saw paradise and utopia when he looked at you. 

Even if he had so much love for you, he needed to teach you a lesson, needed to show you that he was in charge. “Come on, scream louder, you know you want to whore.” He continued to pump his fingers in and out, each time reaching further and further inside. 

His other had been gripping your thighs but had moved towards your chest, the way your nipples had hardened so easily. His saliva ridden fingers which he had licked previously now coating your body and nipples felt like heaven. Each hand’s actions make your legs twitch at each movement, “let me cum.” You almost screamed out but suppressed it with a moan instead. 

“No.” He chuckled it out sadistically, he could see how your legs felt heavier, a coil in your stomach ready to release. His hands moved much quicker now, he refused to let you cum, he wanted you to go into sensory overload. His mouth had moved to your thighs, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. He didn’t know what had gotten into him but hearing your loud pleas to cum made him go mad.

His thumb ran circles on your clit as he continued to pump harder until he felt the back of your cunt, almost knowing that if he went any further his knuckles would start touching your cunt. He looked up from your thighs, purple bruises forming as he listened to your words, “Tosh...pl…” You had become a dumb mess unable to speak, droll coming from your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

Your wrists looked even sorer, but the sadistic side in him wanted more. He gripped your nipple tightly with his left hand, flicking it in between his fingers before pinching at the hard spot. You gave a loud moan before knowing you couldn’t take anymore, his fingers pumped even further, knuckles touching your clit before he looked at you. “Cum on my fingers, my stupid pretty girl, go on.”

His words made you unravel in a matter of seconds, cum gushing out onto his fingers. He moved his fingers out, cum sitting across his three fingers. He stuffed it in your mouth as you babbled nonsense before untying the capture weapon. He chucked it to the side, feeling you suck and move your tongue against his fingers as if you were sucking his cock. 

He moved up to your face making you look right into his eyes; you had a dazed expression which he loved so much. He grabbed your face with his other hand, saliva dripping from your mouth a string of spit moved from his fingers to your mouth. He sucked his finger clean off you before meeting your eyes. “Now are you going to take my cock like a good girl, or do I have to punish you again?” 

He watched your eyes, how you looked at him with lust, your mouth peppering kisses down his neck. He still needed an answer, he wanted to hear you say it and as much as you loved teasing him. You said the words he had wanted to hear, “I'll be your good girl, sir.”

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~♡ 18+ Headcanons ♡~

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru Gojō x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!, slight? degredation, slight? exhibition

Words: 894

Genre: It’s Just Smut

A/N: i don’t really write,,,and i don’t really write smut. im sorry for all that this is wieiwiur. but i’m posting it anyways bc otherwise that would mean i wasted my time on it hahahaha fake laughter hiding real pain

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Satoru Gojō

He’s sloppier than a college frat boy. But it’s out of necessity, he swears it.

Let me explain. He doesn’t get to see you very often, and sometimes when he does, especially after a particularly frustrating day or if you left your shared bed in the morning before he could get some morning satisfaction, he’s practically itching with the urge to slip away with you for a quickie.

After all, something quick is often the only thing the two of you can get away with considering how busy you both are. He’s surprisingly good at letting you know he wants you, needs you, without letting anyone else know. It’s always something casual, “Oh, (Y/N) I needed to talk to you about something if you have a minute.” “Ah, (Y/N), Yaga-san said he needs to speak with us about something.” etc.

So much so that he’s practically pavloved you into getting a bit flustered when he says your name in that specific way. You usually just nod or act annoyed by his request to keep up appearances, but when you’re finally alone it tends to be a different story.

It only takes him seconds after the two of you are alone to have his wandering hands all over you, groping at any bit of flesh he can get his hands on while he mutters about how he’s been thinking about you all day through messy kisses pressed against your neck.

He wastes no time going for your weak spots, suckling on that sweet spot near your clavicle while snaking a hand under your uniform and rubbing you through your panties before nipping at your ear and teasing you about how soaked you already are just for him.

“So wet already.~ It’s almost like you were the one waiting for me.”

Whether or not he waits for a response really depends on his mood, being ‘the strongest’ and all he can’t help but have developed a little bit of an ego and if you’ll play into it, he only gets worse when it comes to sex.

If he doesn’t want to hear any of it, his mouth is on yours within an instant, swallowing the soft mewl brought on by him finally moving his fingers past your panties and running a finger against your entrance a few times before circling the pad of his thumb over your clit.

He’s built a bit of a ‘routine’, so you already know he won’t be going any further until you ask for it, no amount of needy whines or tugging at his hair in a voiceless request for more could sway him. No, he wanted to hear you say it.

“Fuck, Sato- ah..pl-please..”

“Is that the kind of language a teacher should be using? How shameful..” He retorts, finally plunging his index and middle fingers inside you while continuing to work your clit in slow circles, the noises falling from your lips doing nothing to help diminish his own growing arousal, and when you got too loud in response to him curling his fingers in just the right way, he’d be quick to slap a hand over your mouth.

“You better lower your voice, unless maybe you want my students to find out how much of a slut you are? And during school hours of all things.~”

Fuck, he knows just the things to say to get you riled up, and he can tell it too feeling the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers. He’s sure to leave his hand over your mouth as he begins to trail kisses that get more heated the further down your neck they go as he picks up his pace, whispering against your neck and squeezing your cheeks harder every time your breath hitches or your moans grow too loud until finally, the coil of heat he’s been winding up inside you snaps and your vision is dotted with colorful lights, shaking hands pulling at his hair and discarding his blindfold as he keeps his own fingers deep within you and works you through your orgasm.

Slowly your posture slouches as you catch your breath, his one hand finally falling from your mouth and the other slowly retreating from your warmth only for him to take advantage of your parted lips and shove his slickened fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself on your tongue. The smug way he looks down on you would warrant a slap on the back of his head if you hadn’t just been thoroughly pleasured by him and after a moment he drags his fingers from your mouth before leaning down to place a surprisingly sweet kiss against your lips.

A moment later the asshole is making a show out of stretching, as if he just got done working out or something casual like that, before bending down to pick up his blindfold that you had so rudely tossed away and snapping back up to give you a thumbs up and a “Good job!~ Now get back to work!” with that dumb look on his face that made you regret taking him seriously only a few minutes ago, but not too much so because you just know this wasn’t the first time the two of you snuck away for a ‘private conversation’ and it most certainly would not be the last.

#suggestive content #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #18+ content #bee writes

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author + fic recs

below are a list of writers and my my fav fics of theirs, pls give them some love!! don’t forget to REBLOG, SEND A MESSAGE, OR LEAVE FEEDBACK. sometimes leaving a like isn’t quite enough, so leave a small comment telling them how much you loved it! it really makes their day.

@sketchguk TERESA, uGH my lovie, my world, my moon, my stars, the cause of my euphoria, my queen, the angel from the heavens. she is an incredible writer, and i’ve read all of her works probably thirty million times. they’re sweet, amazing, and definite must-reads! READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST, it’s worth it i promise 🥺

-> kiss the girl; worth the wait; lover to lean on; 10 muses

@sleepyjhs​ violet??? omg, her reactions, drabbles, and writings are so soft and lovely!! pls give her a read, send her some love, reblog her amazing works, and leave come comments! she’s such a sweet angel, and her blog is beautiful (so aesthetically pleasing)

@gukyi GUYI!! guys, this is a no-brainer. i’m sure you’ve read her fics, if not, go give her a read. her fics are absolutely amazing, incredible, and every positive word in the world. the amount of talent she pours into each piece of writing is incredible and phenomenal, she is literally one of the most talented writers on here. go send her some love if you haven’t already!

-> the millionaire & his lover; raspberry truffles; the courtship chronicles; if i told you; the underwear thief; the coffee shop contract

@jamaisjoons hi i love solaris, she owns my heart. anyways, she is a pretty-well known blog in my opinion, and totally deserves it! her writings are amazing, incredible, and i love them so much. her banners are super cute like her too 🥺 she’s the sweetest person, her fics are some of my go-to rereads and my all-time favorites. pls go flood her inbox with love, she’s an incredible angel.

-> faded love; the sea & the storm; love alive

@honeymoonjin​ guys sora is the most beautiful soul on here 🥺 i love her fics so much, they bring out the ugly tears, the soft feelings, the uwu hours, and emotions i didn’t know i had. i’ve read her entire masterlist probably a billion times because of how talented she is, like skskksksksk?? i don’t understand. go bombard her with love, adoration, and feedback for her lovely fics. she writes them so well, and they’re also hilarious to read!!

-> florezco; anpanman

@jungshookz​ CEE!! omg i love all of her fics. each and every single one of them is absolutely incredible. i love the style of her writing, i love the hilarious interactions, the tropes, and everything about her fics. she is one of my all-time favorite blogs that i’ve come across, please send her lots of love if you haven’t already!! she is so so talented and incredible, make sure to check out her drabbles and tags!! it’s always hilarious and so much fun to read her fics -- i cackle like a witCH--

-> cowabunga baby; caramel macchiato; gymrat jungkook; beneath the water; suit & tie; soccer coach jungkook; yoga instructor jungkook; ta! jimin; ballet teacher jimin (OMG MY FAV)

@junqkook hi yara is bomb guys. yara’s fics are oh-so-incredible and she’s one of the first blogs i came across in this fandom!! there’s something about the way she writes, the way her words seem to flow together so perfectly that’s incredible. really and truly, she is one of the sweetest people on here and is very very very talented. go give her some love. btw her banners for her fics and her navigation is super cute uwu.

-> rottenfolk; the young wolf; into the woods (series); la douleur exquise

@httpjeon DAISYYY, she’s amazing and i love her. anyways, daisy is the QUEEN of cute banners and headers. she’s so talented and everything on her masterlist is a masterpiece. the way she writes is so beautiful and her stories are amazing!! the detail, the *cough* smut *cough*, the descriptive scenes, and the characters are incredible! gold! amazing! wonderful! i’ve run out of words to describe how lovely they are, but please give her some (re)reads and reblogs!

-> bunny blues (series); lovebug; sehebon; club ardor (series)

@kinktae rosyyyyy is one of the sweetest people on here and im totally here for her friendship with daisy + nora + yara uw. they’re best friend goals. anyways, her fics are like watching movies. they are so detailed and well-written that it plays in your head. you can imagine each scene playing out as you read and they’re really amazing. pls go check them out and give them some love!

-> soliloquy; camellia (two-shot); bitchin’ (series); flesh & blood (series)

@taesthetes uwu, cat’s works are some of the most amazing ones i’ve ever read. they never fail to amaze me and are always guaranteed to bring out emotions. thy’re truly beautiful works of art, and are some definite must-reads! her blog is so lovely and pretty too!

-> let’s unfall in love; amour; hiraeth; her masterlist (just read everything guys it’s incredible)

@ughkive mo! mO! MO! mo is my lovie and an angel. she’s such a beautiful soul and has the heart of an angel. her writings are amazing and some you should definitely check out! the way she writes is beautiful and i love her style of writing, please go flood her mailbox with love and support! much love to you, bb!

-> broken cathedrals; heart strings; bucket list; habits

@gukgalore hi rayan is my intelligent, gorgeous, radiant, and stunning queen. she is the absolute sweetest and must be flooded with love and hugs. go check out the queen, i love her, the aesthetic & layout of her blog, and her writings very very much!! they are very amazing and worth the read! many of them make me emotional and i dont know how she’s so taleneted. pls give her love.

-> young; jungkook breaks your trust (drabble); jungkook lies (drabble); something new

@guksheart she is one of my fav blogs everrr. i truly adore all of her fics and have reread them millions of times. they’re absolutely incredible, and always leave me in awe or speechless because of the talent that’s poured into each writing. each fic is a work of art, a masterpiece, and a treasure. pls go check her out, give her some compliments on her pretty blog, her cute banners, and her amazing self! lots of must-reads all waiting on her masterlist. also,,, on a side note lol her titles are so cute and i love them with all of my heart!! uwu

->  close the distance; in twenty years time; cover me in blue; plans for wedding bands; sugar coated; victor’s game (series m.list)

@gukills POPPY! or tati, i love her so very much with all of my heart and my entire being. she’s gorgeous, radiant, bright, and an angel blessed to us from the heavens!! not only is she the sweetest, she’s so talented in both writing and art! her writings are amazing and something you should definitely check out! uwu her navigation is so cute as well, go give her some love.

-> every moment is valuable; broken glass; just out the window (two-shot)

@cupofteaguk​ omg omg hiiiii. LOL im sorry but traci’s blog is one of my favs!! she’s one of the first blogs i came across when first joining this fandom and is so incredibly talented. i’ve reread all of her fics millions of times and i love them so so much. they’re so cute, sweet, and hilarious. the way she writes is incredible and i love the tropes and cliche plots that she twists or tweaks to turn into masterpieces. each fic she’s written is gold and i’m always excited to see her pop up on my dash. her banners are all so adorable just like her blog. go give her some love!!

-> like flowers we bloom; the endless winter; breath of spring; hopeless hearts; take my hand (i love this one v much!)

@onherwings​​ hi jo, i adore you with all of my heart and being. jo is such a sweet and talented soul that i’m incredibly lucky and forever grateful to be friends with!! all of her fics are amazing and totally worth the read. her writing style, the descriptive scenes, the plots, the cute banners, the funny interactions, and the way she constructs the relationships as they blossom is beautiful. it feels like a breath of fresh air, walking through a meadow of clouds and stars, and the fuzzy, warm feeling you get from being with people you love. her fics are beautiful and so fun to read. flood her mailbox with love, asks, and support!!

-> mask; the better one; reasons to say i love you

@angelguk​​  she’s one of my favorite blogs ever (mwah!) her writings, her blog, her aesthetic, and her layout are absolutely gorgeous!! uwu they make me soft just looking at the pretty colors, matching themes, and accents. her writings are from another planet, omg, there aren’t enough words and emotions in the world to describe how utterly incredible they are. her writing style is just phenomenal and i love the way her words weave together like strands of silk into works of art. literally, hands down, one of the best writers i’ve come across on this site. i love everything about her blog and i’m sure she’s an even more amazing and beautiful person.

-> breakfast in bed; heartfelt; i wish i missed my ex; amour; phases

@cutaepatootie​​​ hi sara seems like such a lovely and sweet person so pls give her some love. ask about her day, tell her a joke, make her laugh, make her smile today. :D her writings are incredible. “A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon” hit so hard. i was tearing up, nearly balling my eyes out because of how realistic and genuine her fics feel. it sounds silly, but they feel like their own little worlds, waiting for you to get lost in. they bring out so many feelings and thoughts that i didn’t know i had, or haven’t really thought about. i think about it so often, and she’s one of the first blogs i came across. pls check out her fics and give her some reblogs!

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon; the blue princess and her red rose; animal (series); a brief story of time; touched by a fallen star

@minflix​​​ elle is so very lovely and sweet. she reminds me of flowers because of how sweet and beautiful she is, i hope she continues to blossom. she reminds me of the ocean because of how strong, majestic, and powerful her energy and soul are. her url is so clever, we stan an intellectual in this household!! her banners are amazing??? like??? what??? when i saw them i gasped and proceeded to stare at them in wonder. her fics are even better guys!! what a surprise, pls go read them. they’re masterpieces and i’ve reread them too many times to admit. but in all seriousness, she’s absolutely wonderful and i’m super lucky to know her. go give her some love, lots of love to the sweetest bean!!

break the ice; much better; spellbound; a lack of color; the city comes alive

@yourdelights​​ dee! deE! dEE! DEE! dee is such a talented and sweet soul. like??? she’s so sweet? you could get diabetes just from talking to her. nO seriously, she’s one of the friendliest, kindest, and nicest people on here. her fics are adorable and very funny as well as entertaining. her banners, her theme, and her navigation are so cute and stunning just like she is. go give her some love, send her some asks, start a conversation, make her smile, and be her friend!!

-> the best part of me is you; i’m sorry (drabble)

@diortae​​ hi guys, isabel is amazing, stunning, radiant, and a literal ball of sunshine. go send her some love, reblog her fics, and make her smile!! uwu she’s such a sweet person with an even sweeter personality. her fics are so cute, funny, and fascinating. pls pls pls, check out her most recent fic if you haven’t already “An Abundance of Mondays”. each fic is its own world and tale, with its own special traits and unique twists. i love her banners and her writing style very very much. i would give her flowers if i could.

-> an abundance of mondays; the spaces between; until the spring comes again

#fic recs #blog recs #bts writing #bts scenario #bts reaction #bts fluff #bts masterlist #bts angst #bts smut

[gayfishermanfive]

eh fuck it, i saw a similar post and got inspired to make one myself so!

jump rates dbh ships!!

as a forewarning all of these are my personal opinion! and some are quite strong opinions! so not everyone will agree and that's fine ^^

ahem. without further ado:

hankcon: 5/10. i personally prefer them as father/son, but i have and do enjoy some hankcon content! so while it isn't one i go wild for, i will leave a like/kudo or reblog here and there on some hankcon pieces ^^ its a valid ship!

r*ed900: the worst thing to happen to this fandom. period. shouldn't even exist. i have literally blacklisted and blocked all tags relating to it i hate it so much. if i wanted to ship and oc with an oc, id just make my own!

simarkus: 4/10. simon doesn't do much for me, but its an okay ship. i might like cute simarkus art if i see it.

rk1k: god-tier ship! otp! if y'all follow NY blog, you know i like this ship a lot sjshshdh

northkus: 4/10. another one that doesn't do much for me. like. they're cute. but i v much prefer them as close friends! mainly bc i have someone else i quite like north with-

connorth: 9/10. only a 9/10 cos i ship rk1k more. but hot damn concon and north would WORK together, as friends or lovers or whatever. they just have that chaotic energy yknow? and north 100% pegs, and we all know connor is a that bottom so *chefs kiss*

luthara: 10/10 god-tier ship! these babies get slept on so much and its actually sinful bc they're fucking adorable. 10/10 best parents and 10/10 best couple.

chlonnor: 1/10. i prefer chloe with rk900 sjshshdh

simon x josh: 6/10. they could be cute uwu and simon wears josh's university sweater early game so uh, extra points for that.

connara: 1/10. soft but no. i see them as friends only.

jerry x ralph: yis. yis pls uwu

rk1700: was hesitant to include this cos its connor x oc. but. 9/10. guilty pleasure ship.

kamcon: 7/10. i like it. but like only with possessive dom kamski djzhshsh yknow the type im talking about lmao

i think that's most ships?? if ive missed any you'd like to hear my opinion on pls let me know! dhshsg i am a sappy dumb and like talking about ships lol

#jump speaks #dbh #dbh opinions #dbh ships #my opinions #anti reed900 #seriously fuck that ship #only gonna tag my otps tbh #rk1k #luthara #connorth #rk1700 #my opinions! #personal #just felt like sharing this dhsgsg

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CREATOR SPOTLIGHT: Colleen (@summercohen)

Support your local gif makers! In celebration of my one year gif-iversary, I am posting shoutouts to gif makers who have motivated and inspired me with their creativity in the past year. This post is for Colleen, whose gifs can be found here.

I first found Colleen’s blog through the notes on a Barry gifset that I had posted, and something about her reblog set her apart immediately. Colleen is overwhelmingly supportive and kind towards others about their art. We weren’t following each other at the time and had never exchanged words, yet she poured out a passionate set of tags that had me smiling for the rest of the week. It is this exact type of care and encouragement that we need more of on this website to keep content creators going. Not only is Colleen a skilled editor, but she is a driving force in this online community of creators who are seldom appreciated for their work. When looking at Colleen’s gifs, the sharpness of the images and the creativity she puts into them make her stand out as a gif maker. Colleen is both a seasoned creator and a role model for kindness, passion, and individuality.

MUST-SEE EDITS

A Star is Born Script Excerpts - This set showcases the creative ways that Colleen memorializes some of her favorite media. Going through her tag you will see multiple gifsets from A Star is Born, and this is generally Colleen’s style; she has central interests that she pays close attention to, giffing those subjects to perfection in many different ways. Her consistency and dedication are admirable. In this gifset, she used text as a creative asset to the images, pulling script excerpts from the film and overlaying them on top of the visuals of the scenes. This is such an inventive concept, and she executed it beautifully, from the sharpness of the scenes to the skillful blurring of certain pieces of text.

Cool - This gifset gives us a sense of Colleen’s eye for color (along with her love of the Jonas Brothers). The bold, stunning blues and cyans are the star of the show here, and they are brilliantly accented by pinkish reds and a few pops of orange. In addition to making strong and impactful color choices, Colleen chose very compelling pieces of the video. Image selection can make or break a gifset, and this is a category in which Colleen always excels. Placing the close up, predominantly red shot of all three brothers looking towards the camera in the center was a clever choice to break up the blue and draw attention. Colleen has a superb eye for composition.

Eleven - According to the tags on this set, creating this one was a somewhat experimental process for Colleen. She made the decision to try something new and combine still images with gifs when building Eleven’s aesthetic. The still images enhance the subtle softness of the collection of images, and the muted coloring creates a sense of wonder, danger, and a bit of childlike fear. In this set, Colleen cropped gifs in a clever and intentional way, using only parts of Eleven’s face to convey closer detail. This set creates a full-body summary, as we see her hands, her feet, a bit of her torso, and her face, all in different pieces that combine into a well-rounded whole.

The Jonas Brothers - “#im dead from making this pls support me.” The time and effort that must have gone into this breathtaking rainbow creation should be considered and appreciated. 63 individual gifs make up this colorful set, and Colleen took the time to create, color, and combine them all into the finished product. Each grouping of gifs blends beautifully into the next, as the vibrant hues play off of each other perfectly. In this set we see all stages of the iconic three-piece band, from their adorable Disney Channel beginnings to their current mature style, and everything in between. This set was a work of pure passion, and with it Colleen embodied the reason we make gifs - to showcase the things we love.

Willy - It’s no secret that Colleen loves Bill Hader, and in this gif series she has compiled a collection of his sexiest characters. This gifset stands out from the crowd for its subtle, but unifying, use of blue and cyan. While the coloring of this set isn’t overwhelmingly vibrant or flashy, Colleen used her refined eye for color to create a sense of harmony and calm. The color blue is here to complement, but not detract from, the subject, and we find ourselves drawn to the character at the focal point of the set. The bottom left gif is particularly captivating for its combination of different shades of blue.

CREATOR’S TOP PICKS

Colleen loves all her sets equally, so go ahead and stalk her #mine tag to pick your favorites!

Thank you to Colleen for inspiring me over the past year! Be sure to check out all of her amazing gifsets, reblog them, and leave nice feedback!

#creator spotlights #1yrgif #summercohen #tusercolleen

[coolxnxblue]

de rules:

1. Themes might very with this blog. It’ll typically be SFW, but there will likely be dark themes, violence and swearing.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know through ask / anon / im. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’m private, meaning I only really roleplay with people I follow. This is so things don’t get too overwhelming and for me and to cement who I want to interact with. I generally follow most people if our writing clicks, though.

If I don’t follow you and you’d like me to check out your blog, lurk in my notifs. I’ll definitely see you and make note to check you out. Same with promos, or you can just rb them to a sideblog / send an ask with its url. I can’t gurantee I’ll follow, but I’ll certainly check it out!

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it. You’re free to ask if I know of a fandom or not! I’ll have a list at some point.

I follow the tag #coolxnxblue. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it. 

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression, and has part time jobs which are honestly tiring - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? Heck yeah, I ship lots with my blue son! Just make sure they’re of similar age pls.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

Sonic X Tails won’t be happening on this blog, sorry.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately as nsfw //.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any ask / starter memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

I know pretty much most if not all Sonic media, bar Fleetway which I haven’t gotten around to reading yet. Since that’s unfamiliar territory, I’m unlikely to tread in it yet.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll either resort to game verse or whatever continuity your muse applies to (i.e, Sally (archie), Starline (idw), and so forth).

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

...also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#.rules

[theunconcernedembalmer]

hhello this is mun of ask cynical green friends and i just (sob) please never stop writinf people cute tags your reblog made my day

Hi!!! Below is a long ramble of how much I love yall even if Aesop doesn’t and everyone knows how much mun talks in the tags and here in general so to avoid the clutter I just hid it all under here. 

Tl;dr: Thank you for supporting my blog and I’m so glad that I’m able to spread the love back around ^^ :3

Is it time for mun to insert herself here HAHAHAH BUT YES thank you so much for visiting my blog. I’ve done ask blogs in the past and most of them died cos ppl stopped caring OOPS but this is the most active and interactive and welcoming fandom I’ve stepped into (or made an ask blog for) and I’m so so glad I did, I got to meet so many wonderful people. 

I MISSED MY POINT OK SO THE POINT IS I’ve been ghosting around for a bit before I made this blog so I actually,,,, knew,,,, and saw a lot of these blogs as SENPAIS (I was going to list a few but it was going to get long because I didn’t want to leave anyone out -which I will lmao there’s so many- and I was going to write a long ass comment for each of them on what I love about their blog asdsjalfdfg ITS GONNA BE WAY TOO LONG BUT KNOW THAT I,, LOVE,,) AND omg I got sidetracked again POINT IS when I see all these familiar urls following this lil blog and liking my lil posts I just,,,, explodinate,,,, senpais have noticed me,,,,,,,,,,, im cri,,,,,,

Ok,,, ok,,, i forgot what i was gonna say,,,, I still can’t believe so many senpais noticed me its overwhelming, and being an awkward shy bean im,, so honoured…. Truly….. Cries… UHHHH OH YA SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @ask-cynical-green-friends SINCE THEY BE HERE can I just say in case you haven’t realized UR ONE OF MY SENPAIS HAIIIIIII ya ok ((im taking a long and hard guess at who the mun is… squints into the distance… but im normally very bad with guesses so never mind :,,,D)) so like my reblog right,,,,, you know how you see something for what it’s worth and in your head you have like a 5 page essay (or somewhere close) on how incredibly exquisite and captivating it is but when it comes out of your monkey mouth its like Art,,, Gud,,, YA OK THATS HOW I FELT WHEN TYPING IN THE TAGS also i did it during lecture LOL LMAO really there’s a lot I admire your blog for your fun replies and how well you interact with other blogs!! Really though I get the feeling that everyone loves you (AND SO DO I LESS THAN THREE) and its just heartwarming to see all that on your blog. ALSO the art ok I’ve said it before but the art,,, I feel like the brush that you use really helps to define your style (WHICH IS AMAZING BTW NEVER STOP) and I T  S O F T,,, I feel like the brush really brings out the distinctiveness of your style like it’s on the sketchy side, like a very refined single line sketch does it make sense, which I love which I feel makes the shading blend into the drawings very well. The choice of colours,,, add to the softness around the sharper lines that you use. I personally don’t like green but the shades you use,,,, I like,,, and hhhhhhhhhHHHHH MONKEY MOUTH PLS IM TRYING TO EXPRESS MY ADORATION FOR THIS BLOG THAT IVE LURKED ON FOR A WHILE 

I really,,, talk a lot ahahaha,,,, I like how you can see how I got less and less coherent over this readmore HAHAHAH BUT YES OK I love all of yall ok ok

Also since I did this for this lovely and absolutely amazing blog which I love and adore very very much I would also like to do it for other blogs that I’ve probably ghosted and quietly admired (you have no idea how long it took me to find the courage to set up this blog so I was really ghosting all over the fandom here). SO!! Like I said in my tl;dr, drop me a

Again thank you so much for taking time to visit my humble blog and to read all the things I have to say and I really really really am thankful to all of you who helps me keep torturing Aesop this blog alive

#unconcerned ramblings #hi its tag time HAHAHAHA #i really like talking a lot in the tags #its like there.... but not really there at the same time #i feel like its the extras or bloopers portion of a movie or something #so i can say whatever i want here #without interferring too much with the main post #anyway normally i would try to reply to things in order #and i really am trying very hard to space all my posts out #i was like ok one post a day #checks my drafts: 8 #uh ok 2 a day then #BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT im just gonna push this right out first #im also wondering whens a good time to reply to a reply #i do want to get back to ms aurora the seamstress that reply is like a cliffhanger i need to follow up but #i dont really know when to do it???? #I WILL DO IT SOON I PROMISE #also i hope you see how much i love using commas to emphasize my weird ass dramatic pauses which i cant do in tags #fun fact i want to get gud as a hunter so i can become a friendly hunter lol lmao #idk where this is coming from but i really want to get gud at this blog so i can show others some love too n let more ppl see it #does that make sense??? lmao #even if i cant achieve the former i hope that at the very least i can do the latter #i dont even know if this is being too pretentious??? im still a relatively new blog tbh should i be doing this so early??? #but i do want to do this i feel bad for ghosting but i really dont have the courage to directly drop an ask or anything even on anon #like ill start asking is my question good?? has it been answered before??? whats an interesting question to ask??? #starting this blog was really a huge step for me i spent hours crafting small asks to a couple of blogs like for joseph mun #because i really really really felt unworthy like i am a blog that just popped out from the ghost realm #so im really really really thankful to all who paid my ask box a visit #im trying to drop more ppl asks tho!! im gonna get there someday #also ask box is always open wink wink wink blink