#so i love to spread the word of how SERIOUSLY FUCKING COOL THIS IS

[pastafossa]

Dear pasta

Do you have any wood carving tips for beginners?

I bought a bunch of wood and a couple of knives and idk what to do

BOY DO I. And I'm in a good spot for it because I have FOUR carvings of the same design in various stages of completion to assist.

I'm going to also put this behind a cut so that anyone who's like br br pasta it's just wood wood is boring NO IT'S NOT IT'S AMAZING isn't forced scroll by. Although I'm keeping the first tip in the open because IT IS VERY IMPORTANT.

TIPS FROM SIX YEARS OF CARVING/INJURIES/VISITS WITH MY CARVING TEACHER.

First, get yourself a pair of no cut gloves if you haven't already. I use these! They're cheap and they WILL save you a trip to the ER. Take it from someone who carved without them once and slipped with their knife and basically cut themselves down to the bone in their hand. 7 stitches and one bitchin scar later, I now never carve without gloves.

OK. So when starting, you're going to have your wood in of three forms: a blank (a small block of wood), a cut out (a blank that's been cut by a bandsaw into a basic shape), or a rough out (a cutout that's had most excess cut away and just needs details and final shaping). I don't know obviously which you have, but a LOT of people starting out aren't aware that when you're learning you can often purchase cutouts that make things easier (Hummul for example has a lot!). You can still carve from a blank, though! It'll just take a bit longer. Here's a picture with the 3 stages of my sea serpent design, and the first sea serpent I ever made that I carved from a blank, so you can see what I meam (coils are different on 3 just cause I felt like it, so ignore that).

When starting, try to stick to more simple designs so you don't get overwhelmed. Think smaller, basic shapes, usually made of something like basswood which is a nice soft wood (easy to cut). My teacher for example starts everyone on basswood rubber ducky shapes! So there's no complex details, and more abstract shapes. These are three of the carvings I made that first week of my class as an example (the little face is called a wood spirit and you can find a lot of guides for them on youtube, they're very popular!)

There is a basic process here that we can see with the sea serpents again! Step 1 you trace your design. Step 2, you're removing the large or small chunks of excess (this is where some use a bandsaw if accessible). Step 3 is rounding and shaping. And step 4 is adding details and finishing. If you're not sure about shapes, consider using some basic outlines from online! I've even used toys to give me a basic shape!

GRAINS: when you first begin to cut, you're going to want to cut with the grain as much as possible. Wood carves far more easily when your knife moves with the grain than against it. There will be points where you have no choice (this is why basswood is a popular wood for beginners and experts alike - little grain, very soft), but try as best you can to go with it. You'll feel it when you cut with it - it'll be a lot easier, but depending on the wood, you can also see it! The bottom wood has an easy to see grain, the top one a bit harder (also note the difference between the band saw lines - perfectly straight and up and down - and the actual grain - left to right, more wavy, nature hates straight lines), and the middle you'll have to look closely to see. If you've got pretty natural grains, most carvers stain or seal them without paint. Basswood's got borderline no visible grain so is almost always painted (see duck above). You'll likely develop a preference as time goes on, too!

If you're carving from a straight up wood blank, try to make your design fit the shape as closely as possible. This will minimize the amount of excess wood you have to cut off! Especially since your first step is removing what doesn't belong before you start curving and rounding (there's also pencil marks on the top, so I know what I'm carving on all sides).

SHARPEN SHARPEN SHARPEN. If you've got a good knife, it likely came pre sharpened, which is great and can serve you for quite a while, especially if you're cutting softer woods! But you're also going to need to sharpen your knife regularly - I'm working on a very hard walnut dolphin atm and I'm sharpening every 20 minutes or so cause it wears the blade down. To sharpen, you use a strop. There are additional guides for that and places to buy one, but if you're handy you can make one. My teacher's (and mine) is literally strips of cork board covered in compound, and glued to two sides of a wood paddle. Very cheap. 😂 If you need tips on sharpening, let me know!

If you're going to use a natural finish on your wood (i.e. anything but basswood), you'll want to sand after carving and before sealing! Start with 80 grit, then move to 120 grit, and finish with 240. Note: as you start to sand, you'll see lots of little spots appear! You want to sand those away!

MOST SEALANTS ARE TOXIC TO BREATHE, DO IT OUTSIDE OR WEAR A MASK! If you want to avoid that, seal with something like Tried and True Original Finish or try carving wood you paint instead, since you basically carve, skip sanding, and paint with watered down acrylics!

Lastly, the way I hold my knife when carving: I use my thumb against the non-cutting edge to 'push' the knife in a hingeing motion (I'll see if I can make a gif for it at some point). It takes some strain off your hands and lends more strength to the knife for harder or quick cuts. You can also cut VERY fast once you get this down, and my teacher's approved it as a valid technique.

I hope these help! I love love LOVE carving and wish there were more classes around for people to take! Fortunately there are a lot of youtube vids and guides but SO much of it is really just practice. It's also an incredibly soothing hobby. I love sitting in front of a movie or series or listening to a podcast/audio book while I just sit and cut away. And remember, if you have a blank and get into it and start to feel overwhelmed, there are plenty of cutouts and roughouts you can try instead that mean all you need to work on is shaping and detailing! Let me know if you have any other questions!

#woodcarving #i love woodcarving so much and love to talk about it 😂 #it is so gd calming and not a lot of people are doing it anymore sadly #my teacher is like 80 something and worried it'll become a lost artform #so i love to spread the word of how SERIOUSLY FUCKING COOL THIS IS #my mantle is covered in pieces for a reason and my friends love getting them as gifts 😂 #plus eventually you can make FANDOM THINGS #(not me making a Bucky Barnes bear carving and having plans for a Beardevil 👀) #also seriously wear your gloves though #the er doctor was like WOW this is such a smooth cut almost like a scalpel! what were you doing??? #but at least my scar on my hand is a cool story now #gloves mean no scar for you 😂

[murdrdocs]

plsss do fem!reader getting a call from ethan!ghostface 😩 could be smutty or maybe 16+!! also ur writing is so good wtf

ahhh thank you so so much i'm glad u enjoy it! i rlly liked this request :)) this is SUGGESTIVE 16+ but not smut

Sometimes, truly, if you sit in silence for long enough, you start to consider that maybe you aren’t the best person, morals wise. 

You have your good qualities: helping old ladies cross the street, dog sitting for your friends, helping out sick relatives, doing good deeds without having to be told so. 

But the one bad trait, the one you were currently indulging in, seemed to outweigh everything that was good about you. 

Allowing some sick joke between you and your boyfriend to continue. 

As soon as Ethan switched from his usual, saccharine sweet voice, to the raspy, demanding tone of Ghostface, you should’ve told him to knock it off. Seriously. Not with that light, airy tone in your voice that showed how easily persuaded you are. 

But you couldn’t help but let him convince you to continue. Plus, you could’ve pretended that you hated it. Instead…

“Isn’t your line supposed to be: ‘What’s your favorite scary movie’?” 

Ethan, or Ghostface, chuckled. 

“See, you know the rules, sweetheart. Now, what’s your favorite scary movie?” 

You took a second to think, fiddling with the half completed puzzle that you and your roommates have been working on at the coffee table for two weeks now. 

“Probably Get Out. Does that count?” 

“Is that the one by that comedian, Jordan Peele?” 

“Yeah. It’s not really that scary, which is why I like it, but the plot and storyline is horrifying enough.” 

Ghostface hums and you decide to take a leap. 

“My boyfriend likes those traditionally scary movies, with the jumpscares and excessive gore.” 

He takes the bait. “Boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” 

“You didn’t ask.”

You take a seat on the couch, your eyes glancing over the window. Briefly, you considered drawing the curtains, but then Ghostface continued to speak. 

“Hm, maybe I should’ve. Does he treat a pretty girl like you right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, he does.” A beat. “How do you know I’m pretty?” 

“Because I’m looking at you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitched. You should have known as much, but just considering the possibility is one thing, having it confirmed is another. 

Attempting to play it cool, you stand to your feet and approach the window. “Really? Because I’m calling bullshit.” 

You pressed your face to the glass and used the hand that didn’t hold your phone to your ear to shield your view from the light inside of your apartment. You scanned the streets below, the windows across from yours, and anything else your eyes could reach, but you couldn’t see anything. It was late, there wasn’t much activity in your complex, and the streetlight that previously illuminated your section of the complex was still out. 

Ghostface chuckled condescendingly. “There’s no point in looking. You won’t find me.” 

Stepping away from the window, you surveyed the apartment. Nothing there, save for the organized mess left by yourself and your roommates. 

“But you can trust my word. I see how delicious you look in that little number. That tight shirt, those tiny shorts. Looking like a whore, begging to be fucked,” he spat the last bit as if the words were venomous. "maybe gutted," he toyed with the idea, “your boyfriend know you walk around like that?” 

Your eyes met the cameras in your apartment, the ones that your roommates decided were needed in this big city. You’d never been more thankful to have them. 

“He does,” you took a seat on the couch again, propping your feet up onto the coffee table and positioning yourself to where you could be seen by the camera. Your legs crossed, and you ran a hand along your thigh. “And he loves it. If he could see me right now I bet he would be cumming in his pants.” 

There was a hitch in his voice, barely noticeable, but there. 

You took his hesitation to spread your legs and trail a hand down to the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes flitted up to the camera, you smiled softly, lifted your hand in a wave, then stuck it into your shorts. 

“You said you’re watching me, right, Ghostface?”

#ethansworld! #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface x you #celeste writes scream

[polyklok]

Attention Metalocalypse fans

Do you miss Dethklok? Just want a tiny bit more?

I’m not sure how many people are aware, but I’d thought I’d spread the word anyway-

There were DVD special clips of unscripted Dethklok interviews, some tv extras, other little tidbits and it’s extremely important to me that they are seen and HEARD

First of all, there’s a classic of Dethklok listing bands for over 20 minutes. It’s so dumb but nothing has made me smile so stupidly like this has. They all hype eachother up, Toki goes sicko, it fucking rules.

There’s also Skwisgaar teaching us how to play guitar. If you’re into silly degradation by a bimbo Swedish guitar god, this is probably for you. He also…sells us a guitar?

You obviously got Nathan Explosion reading Shakespeare (not really) and then he does it some more! (Not really)

Dethklok just…watching NASCAR. (Part of the reason why I think Murderface is from the deep south) Maybe that’s not classy enough for you; not enough Zazz? That’s alright, they also visit IKEA!

(A non-video one, which is surprising) Revolver interviews Nathan Explosion, in which this goth himbo realizes he doesn’t remember being borne

Okay, so I’m editing this bit by bit and this lovely person posted another non-video Dethklok interview, this time with Toki and Murderface reviewing music!

Eddie Riggs roadies for Dethklok. Reminder to all the Jack Black was/is a large fan of Metalocalypse! Also, they summon death (may or may not be related, I’m unsure)

Charles gettin drunk with the band! (This one might’ve been in the show…I don’t remember)

Murderface goes to the opera and talks awkwardly on the phone for too long. Like, way too long. Seriously.

Pickles goes on a trip. It’s wonderful to just hear him ramble honestly.

Don’t like Murderface? First of all, how fucking dare you. Secondly, you can listen to Charles Offdensen on the phone instead! Maybe they’re talking to each other!

Toki vs Skwisgaar staredown, courtesy of @doomstar because I forgot it! Skwisgaar, honey, your homosketuality is showing.

Dick Knubbler interviews Murderface and Toki over the song ‘Takin’ it easy’ (a classic)

Murderface plays wheelchair bound, “I wish my grandma was dead.”

Pickles the drummer is drunk is public. That’s the whole thing.

You can listen to Facebones selling you Dethklok references or even Facebones giving a special Mordhaus tour!

Facebones listing types of klokateers? Sure! How’s about Facebones (also the scientists) explains moshing? Not your cuppa tea? That’s ok, you can listen to Facebones…names… places…

A memorial for the dead klokateers, very emotional. Also Inside Mordhaus; The Klokateer story, which sorta gives us a small view into the true intensity of the job.

SoundGarden’s ‘black rain’, which pretty heavily includes Dethklok in the music video. It’s actually a very cool reference.

Dethklok gets in tune, where they just struggle with their instruments for a bit…yeah

A ‘fact or fiction’ interview that’s actually pretty recent, all things considered.

This extras compilation video, while it does include a lot of the stuff already on this list, it also has other stuff that I can find individually or some random interviews. If you have some time, I’d give it a looksie!

There’s also short ‘interview’ clips. Dethklok talking about;

Politics

Education

Family

Insects (I particularly like this one because pickles forces the rest of the band into a closet so he can have alone time)

Women

Fans

Disasters

Food

And the future

It’s just nice to get a little extra content, ya know?

#metalocalypse #dethklok #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #william murderface #toki wartooth #adult swim

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: v-day 1986 [drabble]

word count: 1k

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, a little cheesy fluff, adult language, use of pet names, oblivious idiots in love, self-doubt / insecurities - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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“I fucking hate this holiday,” Robin sighs dramatically.

The video store is poorly decorated with a variety of cheap pink balloons and cardboard heart cutouts, painted red and smudged with a glue/glitter mixture. The posters on display were all of movie stars kissing and the plastic stand right inside the entrance featured a collection of cheesy romantic comedies.

Valentine’s Day never looked so good.

You shrug at Robin’s words, dipping a brush into some red paint before proceeding to apply the acrylic onto another cardboard heart. “It’s not all bad. I for one think there are worse holidays than this one.”

Robin rolls her eyes, sitting up on the counter. “You’re just saying that ‘cause this year you are blessed enough to have a boyfriend.”

You poke her arm with the wooden end of the paint brush and she chuckles.

“Eddie’s not—”

“Right.” Robin rolls her eyes and grabs a pair of scissors along with a piece of paper, “I forgot you guys aren’t into this whole label thing, or even admitting you actually like one another. Which is really cool, very progressive, but considering everything you’ve been through and how much he clearly cares for you, don’t you wanna just bite the bullet and call the boy your boyfriend?”

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you look up at her. “Of course I do, but that’s not the point.”

“I’m seriously confused then.”

“I just don’t want anything bad happening to him.”

She raises a brow, not looking away from the arts and crafts in her hands. “Super cryptic, not at all weird.”

You’re about to respond, in an attempt to explain your reasonings for not wanting to tell Eddie you actually care for him as more than just a friend, when the door opens and you’re greeted by the very metalhead you’re talking about with Robin. 

Eddie smiles when he sees you and you instantly return the happy expression, carefully placing the paintbrush on the half finished heart. By the time he’s at the counter, Robin jumps off and disappears between the stands — not before saying hi to the metalhead and shooting you a knowing glance.

“Hey, princess.”

Eddie leans over the countertop and kisses your cheek.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, not because you don’t want him here, but because you made plans for later in the afternoon and you weren’t expecting to see him until then.

He shrugs. “Just wanted to see my favourite girl,” he says, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt. “Apparently it’s the most romantic day of the year. Some baby in a diaper is going around striking unwilling participants with arrows. Real gory shit, if you ask me.”

You laugh lightly. Eddie continues, a cheshire cat grin spread across his features. 

“Had to make sure you didn’t get hit,” he adds.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you reach for his bouncy locks and tenderly push them away from his handsome face, keeping your hand on his cheek after. He settles into your touch instinctively, brown gaze glued to your own.

Yeah. Totally ‘just friends' behaviour.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re too late. I believe an arrow struck me quite some time ago and I’m bleeding internally,” you play into his dramatics, “Run and save yourself. That diapered baby is ruthless.”

Eddie chuckles. He then tilts his head and places a hasty kiss to the palm of your hand before pulling away from you placid grasp — again, totally nothing more than ‘friends’ behaviour. 

You watch closely as he reaches for the inside pocket of his jacket and slowly retrieves a poorly wrapped gift. His gaze meets yours once again when he hands the present over. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, princess.”

You’re taken aback ever so slightly ‘cause here Eddie stood, a rectangular item in his hold, wrapped in what looked like pages from a book, held together with a red shoelace.

You retrieve it hesitantly and the first thing that pops out of your stupid mouth is: “Eds, Valentine’s Day gifts are usually reserved for people in relationships, not friends. And now I’m the idiot who didn’t go the extra mile.”

But Eddie shakes his head. 

“Stop. Don’t even talk like that,” he appeals, “Nothing to be fretting your pretty head about, okay? I’ve been meaning to give this to you for some time now, just so happened I remembered where I put it this very morning. A happy coincidence, if you ask me.”

You don’t entirely believe him but nod in agreement regardless. Your fingers work to untie the ribbon and you’re gentle with the wrapping paper — thankfully you think to keep it because you realise quite a few months later it’s the excerpt from the chapter of Lord of the Rings Eddie read to you shortly before your almost second kiss.

And then you freeze.

Eddie thinks you hate it or something because he’s quick to interject, explain. 

“It’s a tape, as you can obviously see,” he’s babbling, “The cover is of Pearl, but so you don’t get confused between this and the original, I wrote E.V. in the corner here,” he points and your gaze follows, “for ‘Eddie’s Version’, cause I re-recorded all the songs myself. Acoustic. Just me and my guitar. It took fucking forever, but I-I think it was worth it. God, do you hate it—”

“No, fuck no!” You exclaim and look at him again, “This is the best gift I think I’ve ever fucking received. Thank you!” 

“You mean it?” Eddie questions.

“A thousand percent, Eds. I love it and…” I love you, you want to add only to stop yourself at the last minute. “Seriously, thank you.”

He’s smiling again and before you can react, he effortlessly jumps over the counter and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a thrilling embrace. Your heart swells at the contact. It swells when you think about the gift in your hand. Honestly, it swells so hard, you swear it’s about to fucking explode.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Robin staring at the two of you. A stupid smirk plastered across her face.

thank you for reading <3

& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #bestfriend!eddie munson

[betelgrouse]

Your Jaime Lannister smut is pure perfection. Please write more like this. Preferably with him dominant (but the reader is as sarcastic as him), but anything else will do too. Seriously, good smutty writing.

Oh my gosh, this is the kindest comment, I can't tell you how much it means!!! You seriously just made my whole week, thank you. <3

Here's a soft and smutty little piece written especially for you with a romantic dom jaime :) I have a few other drafts in the works, so stay tuned ;)

Morning Air (Jaime Lannister x reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1k

Summary: A glimpse into a soft (but smutty) morning with your husband, the Lord of Casterly Rock.

(Soft dom!jaime and soft sub!reader; oneshot; tried to make the reader gender neutral, but feedback much appreciated!)

Warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex, romance (read at your own emotional risk!), nikolaj coster-waldau's problematically good looks

Note: two handed jaime (but he's perfect with any number of hands!)

The sun was streaming through the open balcony doors, and a cool ocean breeze gently lifted the long, translucent curtains as it entered the room, carrying the scent of saltwater and sunshine with it. You could hear ocean waves rhythmically splashing on the rocks below as you woke, a sound just slightly slower paced than your husband's breathing next to you. The view from Casterly Rock was lovely in the morning, but you'd rather look at the man sleeping next to you. The Seven must have sculpted him with their own hands, you thought. Closed eyes beneath a crown of golden hair, and a strong, lean body beneath the sand-coloured bedsheets. Your eyes roamed down to his chest and arms, marked with the occasional faded scar; no one had landed a blow on the Kingslayer in a long time, thank the Gods.

His body shifted, and you looked back up to meet Jaime's warm gaze. He reached out, gently cupping your face, and kissed you slowly. He pulled back, hovering over you, blonde hair just brushing your forehead.

"You looked like you wanted something from me," Jaime murmured, tracing your lips with his thumb. Still holding your face, Jaime ran his other hand up your leg, drawing circles on your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want, love."

You smiled up at him softly. "I want you to be on time for your morning briefings with your council. For once this week," you teased.

"If you don't want me to fuck you in the morning," Jaime whispered against your lips, "you shouldn't wake up looking so lovely." His fingers slid higher, and he started rubbing small circles on your clitoris [or tip]. You felt your legs start to spread open.

You reached down to reciprocate, but he lifted his hand from your face and stopped you. He lifted your hand to his lips before pinning it to the bed, all while drawing those circles that were already starting to make you come undone.

"Besides, I don't think you really want me to leave so soon, do you?" Jaime mused, smirking at the face you make as he slips a finger inside you, adding to the rhythm. "Do I really leave you so unsatisfied?"

You both knew the answer to his question, but he just loved to tease you. He added another finger, pumping in and out of you a bit harder now. You started moving your hips with the rhythm involuntarily. Gods, it felt good. He always felt so good.

He planted a kiss beside your ear. "Well?" he inquired, increasing his pace.

"Well what?" you asked back, somewhat more breathlessly than you had intended.

"Do you want me to stop?" His eyes glittered mischievously.

"No," you gasped out. His fingers were good, but you wanted him inside you. He really was going to make you beg him for it, wasn't he?

"What do you want, my darling?" He's so cocky, you thought. Well, when he looks like that, I guess he can be.

"I want you to..." You still blushed saying such vulgar words, which is exactly why Jaime loved to get you to say them. "I want you to fuck me."

Jaime grinned. "What was that, love? I didn't hear you."

Oh, his arrogant, annoying, perfect face, you thought. "I want you to fuck me, Jaime, and I want you to fuck me right now."

"If you insist." He grinned even wider, evidently quite pleased with himself. Holding your thigh, he sank himself into you, groaning deliciously in your ear. He rocked in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. The fucking felt amazing, of course, but you also loved how his chest moved against yours like the tide meeting the beach, and how you saw that same pleasure you were feeling echoed back at you in Jaime's eyes with every thrust.

You two were tangled up together, legs crossed, faces touching. He gently tugged your hair, tilting your head back so he could plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You met his lips and savoured the taste of him, his warmth, his softness.

You felt your climax coming and let it crash through you in waves, like the ocean below. Jaime felt your muscles tighten and he fucked you through your orgasm before his own climax hit him. He came deep inside you, his body weight pressing down on you and his breathing ragged in your ear. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh ocean air and the smell of him, and thought there really couldn't be anything better.

After a moment, Jaime sat up and poured a cup of water, offering it to you before pouring one for himself. You expected him to rise and get dressed for the day, but he just sipped his water and looked at you with an enigmatic expression, as if deciding something.

"What is it?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile. You can't help but smile when you look at him.

Jaime silently returns both cups to the table beside him before rolling back on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck. You laugh and slide your hand into his hair, gently playing with it. His hair gleams like real gold in the sunlight, you muse.

"You're going to miss your briefings again," you press, but you're holding him and you don't want to let him go.

"Shhhh," he responds, nuzzling closer into you.

You match your breathing with his, and your chests rise and fall together, like the rhythm of the sea below.

#jaime lannister #jaime lannister smut #jaime lannister lemon #oneshot #jaime lannister oneshot #jaime lannister one shot #lannister #house lannister #jaimelannister #game of thrones #gameofthrones #got #a song of fire and ice #nikolaj coster waldau #smut #lemon #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanon #jaime lannister headcanon #jaime lannister imagine #dating would include #game of thrones smut #game of thrones headcanon #jaime lannister x reader #game of thrones x reader #reader insert #reader #jaime fucking lannister

[jujutsutrash]

(don’t look) but I want it

same modern!AU as the Geto one, some college roommate Yuuta with a crush and little self control. Pairing: Yuuta x reader Word count: 1768 Warning: nsfw minors get out, noncon voyeurism (kinda), male masturbation

The sounds coming from the other side of the wall were muffled and distant, but they still rang loud on Yuuta’s ears. Like a wave, the vibrations spread through his body, making him tremble as he laid in bed. Fuck, this wasn’t good. Not good at all. The music coming from your room infiltrated his space, taking over his mind as he just tried to rest. But that wasn’t the worse. Oh, no. The worse were the moans and grunts he could still faintly hear under whatever song was playing.

Pulling up his phone, he turned on the screen to check the time, the blue light coming from it illuminating him in the deep darkness of the room. One and thirty in the fucking morning. He should be asleep by now, but instead here he was, listening in to his roommate fuck in the other room. Seriously, this was a new low, even for him.

One song switches to another with the cry of a highly distorted guitar and in the crescendo of the new song, Yuuta clearly hears your desperate whine. It has a shiver running down his spine. He really was acting like a degenerate.

Not that he had chosen to be in this situation, though. You had left way earlier to go to that punk bar you love so much, all clad in black and leather, and it took all his strength to keep his cool when he saw you in the living room. He knew how it went, by the point you returned he’d probably be deep asleep. But he just so happened to be still lying in bed awake when you arrived. 

First he heard the closing of the door and the heavy sound of your boots on the old wooden floor. Then he heard your voice, quickly followed by some guy’s voice, muffled whispers moving towards your room. This wasn’t the first time you’d taken a hookup from the party - but it was the first time he was awake to catch it. Today’s show must have been shit for you to arrive before two a.m.

Yuuta hears a deep grunt and a half pitched whine, the muffled sounds sending a jolt straight to his cock. He should try to go back to sleep, but he is pretty sure there will be no sleeping for him tonight. His ears pick up what sounds like a low moan under the music, and Yuuta feels his cock throb, hardening under his boxers. Fuck, he was acting like a pervert, but he couldn’t deny how the thought of you making those sweet sounds turned him on.

His mind had been taken over by your presence ever since a little after you moved in. He was a computer engineering student in need of a roommate, and you were a visual arts bachelor who needed a place to live. At first, he thought you seemed a bit suspicious. The weird companies you kept, all the leather, the tattoo peeking from under your sleeve. But quickly he learned you could be quite sweet and charming. And it was even quicker for him to get hooked on you.

The sound of your moans break through the heavy music for a moment, and it has Yuuta grunting along with it, cock fully hard now. A large hand instinctively moves towards his heavy bulge, fingers ghosting over the visible outline of his cock. His body is subconsciously bracing to hear you again, flesh yearning for any crumbles of your sweet sounds. But it never comes, and now Yuuta is high strung, tension coursing through his veins. You are so muffled, so far away, and he wants more.

That’s when he makes a questionable decision.

Yuuta sits up in his bed fast, almost in a haze. There are no tentative movements as his feet hit the ground, long fingers digging into the edge of his mattress before he gets up. He only hesitates when his hand brushes against the wall. Shit, he knows this is wrong, but he just wants to listen in. Just a little bit. You’ll never know, there’ll be no harm done. Or that’s what he tells himself, as he slides to the floor and brings his ear to the wall diving your rooms.

He feels the cool paint touch the shell of his ear just as an aggressive guitar gives away to a heavy bass, but under the music he can hear your moans clearer now. You make a broken whimper and Yuuta shudders, resting his bare shoulder against the wall as his eyes close. He has one leg on the floor while the other is bent, feet firm to the ground, pushing him against the wall. You whimper again and Yuuta hums, feeling his cock twitch, his hand brushing over it.

A masculine grunt sounds from the other side of the wall, and Yuuta feels a pang to his chest. Jealousy - tinted with some guilt - runs cold in his veins. But he knows he doesn’t have the right to feel jealous when he is too much of a coward to even hit on you. And this is the price he pays, stroking his cock to the sounds coming from your room like a desperate man. He felt like some sick pervert, but it was too late to turn back now.

You cry out something unintelligible, and Yuuta grunts lowly, hyperaware of any sound he makes. The hand over his bulge grips and tugs his cock hard under the fabric of his boxers, pleasure shooting through his body. He could only imagine how good it would feel if it were your hands on him, if he was the one on your bed instead of on his bedroom floor. Your touch would be so fucking soft and warm, perfect hands sliding over his underwear and massaging the thick outline of his dick.

The music from your room pounds heavy on his ears, the fast beat influencing the rhythm at which he tugs on his clothed cock. He is hissing now, biting his lip as he hears you moan, the muffled sound sending electricity through his body. It’s like torture, you are so close and yet so far. Just on the other side of the goddamn wall, and still you are way beyond his grasp. It hurts. The heavy aching of his erection hurts even more.

One hand slips into his underwear and shamelessly pulls Yuuta’s thick cock out. His sense of decency be damned, he was way too deep for this. Best he could offer was to, when tomorrow comes, try and pretend he hadn’t just been jacking off to the sounds of you fucking. He’d carry this shame forever, but right now desire was speaking way louder than anything else.

Yuuta hears you moaning and your bed creaking, the sounds slipping through the calmer parts of the heavy music playing. His mind fills with images of you, the dream of what you’d feel like on his cock. His deft fingers travel up and down his sensitive erection with ease, as pre cum had already started to seep from the swollen head. Shit, it felt good, fisting himself to the sound of your moans. The type of good that seemed dangerously addictive.

He pumps himself hard and fast, and he can hear you louder, high pitched cries filling his ears even through the loud music. Desire burns in his core, lust building up in his veins. He is pumping himself with both hands now, going faster by the minute, a heavy crescendo that matches your noises and the creaking of your bed. Shit, he’d told you to get a new frame a thousand times, but now he was happy you didn’t.

A shudder run across Yuuta’s body as he feels himself getting closer, his teeth sinking into the skin of his bottom lip to keep himself silent. God, could he imagine if you hear him? It would be the most shameful thing - but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it just a little bit. The thought of being found out by you has his cock twitching in his large hands, thick length twitching as his fingers press against a sensitive vein. Maybe you’d take pity on him, give him a chance.

He could at least dream of that.

You cry out and Yuuta hisses again, fist tightening around his dick. It feels so good - could be better if it was you, hands, pussy, or anything else you’d want to give, but for now he’d settle with his fist. Beggars can’t be choosers, and he was already chasing his pleasure anyway, so too late for that. He speeds up his thrusts, fucking his tightening hands, as he hears the cacophony of grunts and moans that slip under the heavy drums playing.

His core burns, balls tightening against his body as they feel so heavy, so painfully full. He is thrusting up in his fists, gasping and heaving, drool slipping down his lips, his brain turned off. There is only instinct now, the bright flame of lust drawing him in like a moth, and by god, he doesn’t care if it would kill him.

The music slow down just in time for him to hear you whine in a desperate noise, and that’s enough to do him in. Yuuta grits his teeth as he climaxes into his hands, shooting rope after rope of thick cum onto the old wooden floor. He still pumps himself through his orgasm, fisting his trembling cock for what feels like a lifetime.

When he finally comes to, he realizes what he has done, shame and guilt filling his chest before his eyes focus on the mess on his floor. He is quick to pull a dirty shirt from his bed and clean up the proof of his crime - least it leaves a stain to forever remind him of what he did. Looking around, he realizes the sounds from the other room have subsided too. He puts his ear to the wall, he notices that the only noise still coming is the music playing.

Fuck, he was really a depraved asshole, wasn’t him? And a shitty ass roommate to boost. That night, sleep doesn’t come to Yuuta. He hears the sounds of the guy leaving not long after he climbs into bed himself. He hears the shower running, and you getting back to your room. But most of all, he hears the telltale thumping of his heart, begging him to do something about this desire that had now grown past the point of reason.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Hi Ray!

If you are inspired: part 3 no.15 or part 5 no.12 💖

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?” additional tags: light pet play, experimental puppy play, very light exhibitionism, idk if i like this yet - i'm just dipping my toes in for now - trying something new

It's the perfect early-summer afternoon.

Mickey's spent a lot of time in their backyard, but recently, this is the way he's come to ask for it - stretched out on his back, the grass soft beneath his bare skin and the breeze cool as it wafts over him.

He's perfectly content here, despite being naked down to his briefs. Because of it, maybe. It's freeing. In a way that might visually counteract the rest of his setup, but he loves this shit too. The thick black collar wrapped around his neck... The chain that threads through the ring and keeps him loosely tied to the metal stake in the ground, the lead gone slack in the grass...

It's the perfect early-summer afternoon, and Mickey is leashed up in their backyard, the sun pouring so beautifully over his exposed belly that he has to let out a content little sigh, stretching his arms over his head.

Their fence is tall - the slats overlapping - so if anyone wanted to peek over, they'd have to work for it. But they could do it. If they wanted to. They could stand on their tip toes and see Mickey chained up and sleeping and the thought of it alone has something nasty and pleasurable stirring in his gut as he lies here.

Because would that be so bad?

Mickey daydreams about it, feeling the sun warm his skin. And he's just under that first layer of groggy sleep when he hears the back door sliding shut, the footsteps that approach him setting off a flutter of lazy excitement in his chest for what happens next.

"Hey you..." Ian's voice is so easy. So fond, like the big hand that reaches out and starts to rub over Mickey's bare stomach. "You bein' a good boy out here?"

Mickey stretches a little, enjoying the heat that spreads inside him from the attention.

When he opens his eyes, it's with a pleasant little smile that matches Ian's, who is crouching to the ground to rub soothing circles on his stomach. Fuck, it's nice... So calming... Mickey hums in answer, because that's all he's expected to do. No words. None needed.

And he's not sure he has the words for this feeling anyway. Because when Ian leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead and then murmurs it, very kindly, "Sit up for me...?" the desire to please him is like Mickey's never felt before.

Not like this. Not to this degree.

When he pulls himself up to sit, it's a pleasant stretch, his eyes closing again as he feels Ian carefully pick pieces of grass from his hair. "Not much of a watch dog if you're out here belly-up..." he teases, brushing some off his bare shoulder now. "Thought you were s'posed to be guardin' the place."

Mickey's lashes flutter open. Searching. Carefully trying to piece together the seriousness in that. If he let him down or not.

But before he can worry about it too much, Ian's throwing him a lopsided smile, "That's alright..." his hand coming up to playfully mess in Mickey's hair, thank god. "Too nice out not to nap, huh..."

Now that he's certain he hasn't disappointed, Mickey smiles softly again, nodding in agreement. It really is too nice of a day to not take advantage of it.

And Ian seems to be on the same page. Because he lists forward to plant a quick kiss to the tip of Mickey's nose, "That's my good boy," and then he's unhooking the chain from Mickey's collar. "C'mon."

And god, Mickey's heart soars. He knows it's crazy, but the praise just fucking does something for him. No matter how hard they're going with this for the day - how immersed Mickey says he wants to be. All Ian's gotta do is say those two words and Mickey's fucking melting.

Because that's all it comes down to, isn't it? That's the one thing that's always been true.

Mickey loves to be Ian's. In any way he can get.

And there's nothing that really nails that shit home quite like Ian putting a collar around his neck - Ian holding the lead end of his leash - Ian telling him that he's his and he loves him and he's being good.

It may have spiralled a little, but Mickey's always loved being owned by him. Kept by him. And if he's gonna spend years hearing people call him Ian's guard dog - his pitbull - he might as well prove it.

Which means he follows after him when Ian relaxes back on one of the chaise lounge patio chairs, eager to fill the space beside him.

And again, all it would take is a little peak - a little tip-toe - and anyone at all could see how Mickey lays his head on Ian's stomach, staring up at him patiently until he can get that coveted attention back on him.

Good. Because then they'll see how much Ian loves him. How generous he is when Mickey nudges at his resting hand until Ian gets with the program and uses it to pet over the top of his head.

They probably wouldn't get it, actually. They wouldn't understand how good it feels, Ian's fingers threading through his hair and then coming to scratch behind his ear. They wouldn't get the swoop of fulfillment and desire that rushes in Mickey's belly when Ian looks at him like this.

“Who woulda thought this is something you’re into?” he murmurs pleasantly - a moment of fond introspection.

But Mickey's known this about himself always.

Loyalty.

That's all it is, really, his eyes closing as he rests his head in Ian's lap, once again drifting to the feeling of those hands petting him back to sleep.

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[fr3akho3]

Jealousy, Jelaousy.

Kinktober day 2: Jealous sex

Warnings: Jealous sex, Party sex, alcohol, weed, smoking, hickeys, use of the nickname Draculara/Drac, hickeys, smut, unwanted kisses.

2.7k words

You didn't plan for the party to play out this way. It just sorta happened.

Peter Parker, your boyfriend, your friend, the boy you loved most, was never the biggest fan of parties; don't get me wrong, neither were you, but this party was different.  You wanted to go; the urge to be ordinary, distinctive, just a teenage girl. The urge was overwhelming. Therefore when your friend Margot begged and pleaded with you to go out to a party, you were thrilled. You had already invited Peter. Margot was a great friend she just had the tendency to...flip her priorities and ditch you for guys.

It's a chilled, cool, Saturday in the midst of October, your window is open as your getting ready for the party. Peter sitting gently on your bed while your sat in front of your vanity finishing your makeup.

"You...you look beautiful, well you always do but the witch costume really adds some effect to it all, you know that, beautiful?" Peter said longingly glancing at you in the mirror.

"You think so, my love?" A giddy smile spreads across your face as you turn around and sit on your bed next to him, placing a soft peck on his cheek.

Your relationship was fairly new, the transition between a long-lived friendship and a romantic relationship label wasn't complicated but just new. There were always romantic feelings that blurred the lines of friendship between you two, but the pure, raw, exposing love you had for each other was so refreshing to you both.

Peter kissed your cheek back, you looked at him and started laughing, he laughed with you, a soft kind of laughter that could fill an entire lifetime with joy, a smile that set paths to true happiness, all for you.

You stand up after mindless giggles pass and there's a comfort of silence. "You ready to leave, Peter?"

"Yeah, yeah let's go." He kisses your hand softly, taking it to stand up off your bed.

Leading you to your car, out of your house, you lock your front door, making sure to turn the lights off and leave everything clean. As your lead outside you get into your car and drive with Peter to Harry Osborn's Halloween party.

After a good 20 minutes of driving and getting lost in a rich neighborhood, you find the house with the tipsy high school students in costumes walking in and out of the house.

"Jesus Christ..." You breathe out as you exit the car, earning a laugh and an arm around your waist from Peter. "Ready to go in?"

"Of course, Draculara." He gives out a smug smile.

As you walk into the party, you spot your friend Margot and drag Peter to go and meet her. You go up to her and hug her immediately, she looks Peter up and down and then looks at you and smiles, "Okay, girl, I see the vision, kinda..." she laughs and then shakes Peter's hand, soon getting dragged away by a different guy.

"Wanna go to the kitchen and grab a few drinks, Miss?" Peter teases.

"You...you are a dick, you know that Pete?"

"I'm your dick though, right Draculara?" He says teasingly, the nickname made your knees weak.

"Mmm, yeah I guess." You shrug it off.

Walking into the kitchen, you pour Peter a coke in a solo cup, and for you lemonade and pink Whitney.

"Woah? Drac, you seriously gonna get fucked up? Like tonight? And since when do you drink? I mean you can...if you want but like...I don't know it's stupid never mind." He rambled off about your habits and safety and how underage drinking was bad.

"It's not a big deal, promise. It's not even a lot it's mostly lemonade." You say quickly defending yourself. Before he could speak you feel a pair of hands grasping at your waist, swiftly turning you around, you smile at the face you see. An old friend you haven't seen in years, Jesse Montoya.

"Yo, what's good, Ma? It's been fuckin' years since I seen your ass? Where you been hiding out?" He says laughing out and grabbing a sip from your drink.

"Yo, you're the one who disappeared on everyone, not me. I've been in the same damn place I've always been. You haven't even met my boyfriend, yet," You go to Peter on the other side of the counter and place him next to you. "This is my boyfriend, Peter Parker." You say smiling widely.

"Boyfriend? Ma? You grown now, huh? Getting boyfriends already, I mean I wouldn't doubt it with those tits." He laughs as your eyes go wide and Peter puts a protective arm around your waist.

"Ma? What you a little bitch who needs his mommy..." Peter whispers under his breath so only you here, you hit his arm softly and he shakes Jesse's hand. "I'm Peter, it's nice to meet you, Jesse."

“Nice to meet your too, Pedro." He says with a fake smile.

"It's Peter..." You stick your neck out to say before Peter can, you try and ignore the tension between the two boys.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Spanish is my first language so I be getting shit confused, you know?" Jesse says lying to Peter.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, it's all good," Peter says, beginning to get jealous of Jesse.

"Yo, Ma, we should Talk over there, I got a bunch of new shit to tell you," Jesse says with a charismatic smile on his face.

"Shit? For real? Okay, I'll be there in a minute." You say smiling at him softly. "You mind if I go over there? Only for a minute I promise, Babe." You say to Peter pleadingly.

"Yeah of course, he's your friend go, go, I uh, I'm gonna go find Harry he's here." He says sadly.

"Oh yeah, yeah, of course, I'll be back later." Peter watched as you sway your hips toward Jesse, even his name made Peter sick. He watches you longing as Harry approaches him, putting a hand on his shoulder and laughing, "Looks like he stole your bitch." Harry laughs as Peter rolls his eyes.

"Not my bitch, my girlfriend, Draculara." He says sadly.

"Why do you call her that? Draculara?" Peter laughs at the question.

"She likes to bite me, dude, and she likes to give hickeys; a lot, you should see what's under this stupid costume" Peter says giggling about the nickname he gave you.

Peter watches from afar as you smile and laugh at Jesse's jokes, watching as he slowly gets closer to you, almost as if inching closer to his innocent prey. Peter watches as his hands caress your soft hair, finger inches away from your thighs, that tight dress that lifts those boobs that both men love oh so much, everything felt as if it was in Jesse's favor.

"Go get your little vampire girl before he does something, he doesn't look like a good person who just wants to be friends, Parker, and no offense to your girl but she sees the best in everyone, she's vulnerable, that's not good for guys like him. Go get her." Harry says looking at Peter.

"She has friends. She's allowed to have friends. I'm not gonna embarrass her like that. She doesn't deserve it," Peter's thoughts are interrupted by Jesse going into kiss you, you dodge it and then pretend like it didn't happen, even though you're visibly uncomfortable.

"Oh shit...go get 'em, Parker." Harry doesn't even finish his sentence before Peter is storming over to you and Jesse, he goes up and turns you towards him.

"She's busy." He says kissing you passionately in front of Jesse, he walks away in shame at one point, but that didn't matter. The kiss was elegant, soft, and ravishing, a wave of expression and love, a life worth living, a new place in life in a new chapter. All in 40-ish seconds, a wave of pureness and love took over them as you pull away.

"Peter...?" You say softly, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear. Peter looks at Harry for the okay to go upstairs and Harry nods at him. Peter swiftly takes your hand and runs upstairs into an empty bedroom.

"Fuck, Y/n/n, you've got me so worked up, you know that? Fuck, when he was coming on to you like that? You know how worked up that got me, Drac?" He's buried in your neck, ravished by your smell, he moves down to your collarbones as you hold back a whimper.

"Got you worked up over someone I don't want. I promise you I'm all yours. That was damn disrespectful what he did, I promise you, I'm breaking terms with him for you, that's disrespectful towards me and you and our relationship."

“Darling, can I show you how much it hurt, ma." He mocks.

"Go ahead, Peter, please."

"Can I take this off for you, my love?" He puts his hands under your shirt, slowly slipping it off, caressing your bare stomach with his finger. "So beautiful, you know that? Your my beautiful girl."

"Please, Peter, do something."  You beg for him to do something, you take your skirt off as well as the leg warmers and platform chunky heels you had on to go with your witch costume.

"Have you ever had sex before? Anyone ever touch you like this?" He questions, you only nod your head. "I don't think any of them could make you feel as good as I do. But, let me prove it."

You go onto the bed, laying down, propped up on your elbows to look at him.

"Draculara, so beautiful, can I unhook your bra for you?" You nod your head yes, he walks over to the bed and unhooks your bra, taking it off and placing it to the side, he looks at you, using one hand to caress and love the hardened bud of your breast, and his mouth to suck on the other one.

"So tender for me, so so soft, my love." He continues to suck and love on your breasts.

"Fuck, Peter, you don't know what you do to me, you make me feel- so! Fuck! Good!" You moan out in pleasure.

"Shhh, let me take care of you, Drac." He moans out going to kiss your soft, tender lips.

"Can I take your belt off, please?" He nods his head, and you get up and unbuckle his belt, putting it on the floor as you unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down, tugging on the hems of his pants, he shimmies out of them as you trace the hemming of his boxers.

"Already dripping for me, huh Peter?" You say teasingly as his hardened cock is already leaking out.

"Can I...you know, put it in?" He says smiling, slowly lifting your legs to remove your underwear.

"Go ahead, I wanna pleasure you, us." You say seductively.

He puts the tip in and groans almost immediately after entering you.

"Fuck, you feel that, Drac? Do you feel how tight you are? How much bigger I am than Jesse?" He thrusts into You without warning, sending a sinful moan out of your lips. He begins placing hickeys all over your collarbones and breast, placing a hand where you both become one, toying with your clit. He slams in and out of you at a rapid pace, groaning at the tightness.

"Fuck! Fuck! Draculara! Fuck! Y/n! Y/N/N! F-fuck! S'gonna empty out in you, yeah? Gonna fill you up real good?" The filth and sinful sounds of moans and skin slapping again each other fills the room as well as the party music from downstairs and all over the house is replaced by your phone ringing, you groan as Peter hands the phone to you, it was Margot.

"Answer. I want you to answer the, fuck! P-phone! Talk to her! F-fuck!"  You answer the phone as he slows his thrusts down to lower the sounds of slapping skin. "Show her how you sound getting fucked by my cock."

"M-Margot? Mm, what do you n-need? Please hurry the fuck up!" You try and resist moaning into the phone, too embarrassed not wanting for him to stop. You talked to her for a minute before hanging up quickly, his pace quickens as he smiles at you softly.

"My good girl, yeah? Jesse couldn't fuck you like I could? Tell me, do you think he could fuck you like this?" He pulls your legs forward, hand still on where two bodies become one, he stands up putting your ankles on his shoulders, making sure you're comfortable, getting closer and closer to your g-spot.

"Who fucks you best, Drac? Who makes you cum on his cock, huh? He couldn't fuck such a beautiful girl like you, I could. He could never fuck you so good? Make you feel so good, make such a smart girl so cock dumb." He says teasingly.

"Y-yeah! Fuck! Oh, yeah! Fuck! You're the only one who could fuck me like this! I only want your dick inside me! Fuck...! I'm so close, my love! I need you!" You beg him for more, he's so kind to you, making you feel very vain and very pulse of pleasure.

"F-fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cum! I'm so close! Do you promise you gonna give me hickeys when we're done? F-fuck!"

"P-promise! F-fuck! I'm so close! Please! Please, Peter, you make me feel good!" Scratching at his back, he moans your name one last time before emptying himself out inside of your wet cunt, he rides through his orgasm to get you to yours.

"F-fuck! B-baby! Mm! Feels s-so good! P-please! Wanna make you cum!" He moans, overstimulated Form it all

"I'm so close! P-please! Ah! I'm gonna! Fuck...!" You finish on his cock as he fucks into you more, helping you right through your orgasm.

"Did so good for me, sweet girl. Gonna clean you up, okay?" He gets up wobbling to the bathroom and getting a rag to wipe you clean, he comes back with the warm rag and does it.

"Peter...? We're you seriously jealous of Jesse? He's nothing to me. I love you, you know that?" You ask curiously.

"Listen, Drac, I...yeah...when he went in to kiss you I felt like I was gonna lose you, wanted to make you feel good so I can prove I'm better than him." He says shyly, putting his underwear on as well as he picks up your undergarments and lays next to you.

"Well don't be. I like you. Not him, swear." You say softly cuddling with him.

"Can I give you real aftercare, at my place? Give you a nice shower, and a few hickeys maybe?" You bite his neck softly, leaving a few marks before leaning back and kissing him.

"I do love you, you know? Really, Peter, I do." You stroke his cheek as he begins to kiss you more. "Let me put on my clothes so we can go back to your place,"

After putting back on your clothes and fixing your messed up makeup, walking out of the room after cleaning up a little bit, you both do the walk of shame to your car, Harry winking and congratulating Peter for no longer being a virgin, you laugh and then both of you go to his place and watch movies and cuddle for the rest of the loving, lustful, night.

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[dearanakin]

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Hi darling!! Thank you soooo much for the soft biker!Eddie fic, that’s exactly what I was imagining 💖💖

I cant help but feel so soft at the fact that Eddie would definitely take whatever is important to you seriously (school, your career, etc) but he would always always find a way to make you laugh and feel loved amidst all the stress and potential chaos. And the fact that he could match you intellectually and in weirdness so you can talk about anything and everything under the sun and never get bored.

Like just imagine the late night talks you could have as he lays next to you in your bed, it’s 2AM and your parents dont even know he snuck in through your window - like that just????? Makes me 💖💖💖💖 if that makes sense 🥹

Thank you so much again, I really appreciate your efforts luvie and I wish you a beautiful start to the week 💕💗💕💗💕💗💕 (I hope this is correct fingers crossed 🤞🏼 but)

espero que tenha um dia lindo ☀️

Hiii!! That's so sweet of you and yes it's correct, I hope you have a beautiful day as well!! ♥♥♥ Thank you so much for always spending time reading my ramblings and always requesting a new one!! Did you say intellectual and weird? But also, nerdy. Because he's so nerdy it's too cute!!

Warning: Fluff and that's about it. Word count: 1.1k

It was only a few minutes past midnight, and you were sitting on your bed reading a book. You had a long day at school, and it was Friday. You spent the night with your friends and Eddie.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, your heart fluttered, and your cheeks flushed hard. 

It's been only a few weeks since you started seeing each other, and it's been great. He's been really good to you, he liked how you were so interested in anything. He feels so fascinated about you, it's ridiculous. He likes to take care of you and listen to you intently.

Eddie parked his van a block away from your house, so he wouldn't look suspicious. If anything, he would definitely be seen as a murderer or a robber in action. He climbed the trellis to the balcony and slightly snuck into the window, watching as you were peacefully reading your book. 

He tapped a few times on the balcony door, and the sound made you snap out of your distraction. He was crouching on the floor, holding a playful grin on his face. His wavy hair was kind of messy and his bangs were falling over his eyes. 

You chuckled at the sight, he would sneak into your bedroom every once in a while. Walking up slowly to the window, you open the balcony door.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” You whispered, a smile still playing on your lips.

He made his way inside your bedroom and quickly cupped your face, giving you a soft kiss. 

He tasted like mint toothpaste, and it felt like heaven for you. His growing beard tickled your chin. 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Been missing you already” He said simply, spreading kisses over your jawline and your neck. “But also, I made a discovery.”

“Yeah? And what is it?” You ask as you walk backward, stumbling over your bed, and falling into the mattress. He leaned his body above yours.

“I found out you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in this world” His lips rubbed your soft skin, sending shivers through your body. 

You let out a muffled laugh. So fucking cute. 

Your mouth found his in a tender moment, tongues barely touching. He was being too soft on you. 

“Oh Eddie, you are so sweet, aren't you?”

“That's what they say” He jokes, while resting his chin on your chest. You tangle a few strands of his hair between your fingers, playing with them.

Eddie reaches over for your book, looking at the cover. “What's this about?”

“Oh, it's like a drama story with a mix of thriller” You explain, while he skimmed through the book, careful to not miss the page you were on. 

“Boring. You know which story is cool?” He taunts. You raise a brow out of curiosity. “The Lord of the Rings!” 

“You're saying the book of a Wizard and the Elves is more fun than this?” You ask, his face slowly turning into a scrunch. 

“Baby… They’re Hobbits” He explains, sitting up straight before leaning down next to you, fixing your pillow under his head. 

“Is there a difference?” You know you’re only mocking him, even though you didn’t care enough to know if they were elves or not. He places both hands under his head, crossing his legs. 

He makes himself comfortable after taking his shoes off.

“So, uh, a Hobbit is a mortal Halfling inhabitant of Middle Earth, whereas an Elf is an immortal tall warrior” Eddie states, and you hum in agreement. 

“Okay, so. Which one is more relevant? Wouldn’t it be better if they were elves and not Hobbits?” You watch him lay on his side, looking at you. “I mean, they’re immortal and taller.”

“That’s exactly the point, baby. There are elves and Hobbits in the story. Legolas is an elf, and Frodo is a Hobbit. They both have their qualities, but an Elf’s life is duller. And the Hobbits get to live in The Shire” His tone is gentle while explaining such a random subject to you.

But that is what you really loved about being around him. 

Your face turned into a confused one. “The Shire? What kinda place is that?”

Eddie softly chuckles and drops his left arm around your waist. “It's a small but beautiful, green rolling, forested and fruitful land. I think we would’ve loved to live there.”

You could spend the entire night talking to him like that. 

“Would you like to be a Hobbit?” You asked him, rolling your body to be face to face with him. 

Smiling, he shrugs his shoulders. “Only if I got to have my regular-size dick.” 

You almost choked on your spit from laughing too hard, covering your mouth, so your parents wouldn’t listen to you. You slapped him on his chest and he laughed along with you. 

“God, Eddie. My parents are going to kill me if they see you here.”

He was still chuckling at his own joke. “What? You asked me and I gave you my answer. What would I do with a dick the size of a small pickle?”

You hold back a snort, trying to not laugh at his words. “You are the worst.”

He wraps his arm around your neck, bringing you closer to him. He smells like soap and shampoo. 

“Who do you like the most, Legolas or Frodo?” You ask, your head is still leaned over his chest. 

Eddie thinks for a few seconds before sharing his preference. “You” The metalhead pinches your nose carefully, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. 

You roll your eyes at the corny response. It’s too adorable, but also provocative. “I’m being serious, you nerd.”

“Uh, I’d have to think about it. Deep inside I like both, I like that Legolas can fight. But Frodo is good and wise, and I dig that about him.” 

“So, I’m more like Frodo” You state, pinching his nose back, and he smiles at you. 

“You’re definitely like him. Too wise and too good for this world, princess” He agrees, bringing your lips to find his halfway. 

You spent the next couple of hours debating which Hobbit was better, and you learned a lot about Gandalf as well. You weren’t the biggest fan of fantasy, but the way Eddie always seemed to be deep into his thoughts when he explained things was too sweet. 

He always finds a way to make you laugh when you’re nervous, or worried. He’s weird in such a good way, it actually aches your heart, because you like him too much. 

And honestly, just spending time snuggling around his arms, listening to him speak, was enough for you. 

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don't worry, bee happy

happy thursday and welcome to my weekly fic recs where I give the top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors! this fandom is really lucky to have so many talented people to make this possible. remember to check the tags before reading and always be kind to creators who are doing this for free because they want to. like, reblog, kudos, and comment on fics as much as you can to give them love!

this week had to bee @scarcrossdlvrs! bee has a knack for making steve even hotter than he already is, i can't explain it, just trust me. there aren't many authors who can completely change a scene by putting one single sentence of emotional upheaval in their work, but bee can and does. again, can't explain it, just trust me.

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Batter up! Rated E | wip/bang fic I don't even go here (baseball fandom), but I do with this fic. This is seriously one of the best bang fics out there and it's got the perfect burn speed. Also rock star Eddie!!!! They're SO HOT YOUR HONOR. Favorite part: Genuinely just the flow of this entire story is so appealing. Normally, I'm a please give me 7-10k a chapter girlie, but the shorter chapters work here SO WELL. The flashbacks, the news articles/interviews, the art pairings!!!

follow me between the jaws of fate Rated E | 7,893 words I'm not usually super into sex pollen. Like, I'll read it because it's fuckin' nasty, but it doesn't make or break a fic for me. BUT THIS ONE. Good LORD. See above where I said Bee makes Steve hotter somehow for this one because woof, bark, etc. Favorite part (this is so very explicit):

“You’re a fucking mess,” he says, and Eddie whines. He doesn’t touch Eddie’s dick just yet, his fingers dipping into the sticky, cooling spend caked in his pubic hair and bringing it up into both their lines of sight. He presses his forefinger and thumb together and spreads them, a string of cum spreading between the two, and then he wipes it on Eddie’s cheek.

“Filthy,” he says, but his voice is so gentle, so affectionate that it very nearly hurts.

the anatomy of a home run Rated E | 5,713 words Sometimes Good Boy Eddie Munson just really fuckin' slaps. Again, Bee is here making Steve hotter. Favorite part: Honestly, the dialogue for the entire thing. It was extremely realistic, sometimes fumbling, sometimes confident, sometimes shy. Exactly how it would be between these two in this situation.

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[yumjunniie]

crush | lee jeno

☆ warnings; bullying (light), making out, boob play, hand job, loss of virginity ( m & f), fingering, masturbation (m). reader is on birth control (still wrap it b4 u tap it ppl) ☆ genre; fluff & smut.

☆ word count; 1k

☆ summary; you noticed lee jeno always getting bullied on how he rather study than party. people called him a nerd or told him he gets no bitches, even your friends decided to poke fun at him, but you didn’t think it was fair. one morning as he was getting picked on, you helped him but it led to him being your “bf”. yes, you found him attractive, intelligent, and cute. maybe a tiny crush on him. so you talked to him, got to know him, and fell deeper.

waking up was the same as everyday, cool weather, dim sun lighting, birds chirping, smell of freshly made coffee and breakfast. you loved mornings like this. you got up to get ready for school and went downstairs for breakfast. “hey mom” you greeted. “hi my love, don’t forget to take jisung to dance practice after school today” your mother reminded you. “yes ma’am” you giggled. “PARK JISUNG HURRY YOUR ASS!” you yelled. “hey watch your mouth” your mom warned. “I’M COMING LOSER.” you rolled your eyes as you poured your coffee.

“alright i got my things let’s go” jisung hurriedly rushed out the door. “bye mom” you said as you kissed her goodbye. “bye kids, love you!” “love you too” you and jisung yelled in unison. you pulled up into the school parking lot and parked your car. locking it you hear trouble already. you look over to see what’s happening and it’s not good. “hey isn’t that your friend lee jeno” “yeah, i can’t believe this is happening again,” he exhaled. “get up loser, ready some lame book to tingle your dick” bully 1 laughed. “it’s just my chemistry h-homework, ” he stuttered. “stop being a nerd and get your dick wet for once” bully 2 said as he pushed him onto the ground. you walked up next to your friends. “i can’t believe this is happening at 8 am,” you sighed. “i know it’s fucking funny” your friend giggled. you furrowed your eyebrows. “not it’s not” you responded angrily. “what are you his girlfriend? why are you defending that loser?” she said. “someone has a crush.” your other friend said.

“so what if i did, you guys are nothing but assholes who have nothing else better to do but ruin someone’s life” you shout. “come on, get up, fight back,” he said as he pushed him once more. “how about you go fuck off” you got in his face as he backed away. you turned back around to go help jeno up and gave him his chemistry book back. “wow, would you look at that! lee jeno found himself a gf” bully 1 shouts. “s-she’s n-not” he stuttered. “yeah i am his gf and what about it?” you looked around and questioned. jisung couldn’t believe what he heard neither did jeno. honestly you couldn’t believe what you were saying. “come on jeno, let’s go to the lunch room.” you grabbed his sleeve and left. everyone is literally shocked.

“y-your not gonna like take me to your house and give me a super fuck boy makeup look to distract people for who i really am right?” jeno said. “no you’re cute just the way you are” you replied. ‘oh shit i just called him cute’ ‘she just called me cute’ you both stood quiet, ears burning red. “look i’d like to be your friend, my name is park y/n” you said as you reached your hand out. “j-jeno” he stuttered as he shook your hand.

the past couple of months with jeno has been really fun but the tension is seriously getting to you. the hugs he gives you when he’s greeting you, the quality fun who guys have when you guys study, playing video games, even when he sleeps over just to be with jisung, the air gets hot. you noticed little things about jeno that makes your throat dry and your skin burn up. when he focuses on his homework, he’ll lick the corner of his lip or when he’s winning a game his hands are fast and veiny on the controller, or the way he man spreads when he eats popcorn while watching a movie. you couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on over normal things. you thought about it every night.

your mom was going out on a date tonight so she invited jeno to hang out with us. the doorbell finally rang, you ran to the door. “h-hey jeno” you stuttered. ‘dude did u just stutter’ “hey y/n” he came in closer to you to give you a hug. he pulled away as he saw sungie coming down the stairs. he looked so hot. in that black tee, and grey sweats. and those glasses. you literally felt your pussy throb. “hey y/n can you bring us some snacks in the kitchen” sungie yelled. “y-yeah coming” you quickly went into the kitchen to get the snacks and drinks. “here you go jeno” you leaned down to give him his coke. he gulped as he got a closer look into your shirt, showing your cleavage. it was getting later into the night, jisung felt tired so he and jeno went into his room as you went to yours. “goodnight” you heard jeno through the wall. “night” you replied, it fell quiet it after that.

you woke up to go use the bathroom, you checked the clock. “2 am” you groaned. you slowly walked into the bathroom and opened the door. “oh my god” you shouted quietly. jeno quickly put his sweats back on. “i-i’m so sorry jeno” you apologized. “i-it’s ok.” you ran back into your room. ‘that was kinda hot’ you thought. a few minutes go by, you couldn’t sleep. “i-i’m sorry you saw that” you heard jeno apologize through the wall. “i-it’s ok, i liked what i saw” you confessed. “r-really” he stuttered. you couldn’t help yourself but to feel so horny. rubbing your clit through your shorts just wasn’t enough. “yes, w-would you like to come into my room?” you were waiting for a response but the answer was already opening your door. you turned your lamp on and sat up. patting your bed to let jeno know he can sit.

“you said you liked what you saw, do you wanna know why i was in the bathroom touching myself” jeno spoke up. “why?” “you looked so hot in your pjs and your tits look amazing in that shirt” he confessed. you took your hand and put it onto jenos neck pulling him closer to your face, looking into his eyes, and slowly kissing his soft lips. falling onto your bed, having him on top of you, brining your hand up and down his abdomen. pulling his hair slightly as he moves his lips to your neck, lightly sucking. soft whimpers escaping your lips, he stops as you lift your upper body forward to take your shirt off. “are you sure you wanna do this?” jeno asked. “yes, do you wanna do this?” you asked back. “more than anything” he smiled back at you, kissing your lips once more.

you take your bra off as he stares in awe. “don’t stare.” “s-sorry, you’re just so beautiful” he gulped. you smiled taking his neck again and pulling him into a kiss, you take your hand into his and lead his hand to your right breast. massaging his hand and playing with your sensitive nipple, causing you to moan a little too loud. he puts his hand over your mouth. “jisung is in the next room.” he shushes you as you nodded. you start kissing him some more, taking his shirt off, tugging his sweats to let him know that he can take it off. pulling away he takes off his grey sweats and throws them somewhere in the room. you take off your shorts and kick them somewhere else. jenos mouth latches to your nipples, sucking onto the sensitive bud, making you gasp for air. he takes his hand into your panties, slowly putting in one finger, and fucking you gently until you’re ready for another. jeno loves hearing the sweet sounds you make for him. his cock is so rock hard from how good you look under him, taking his fingers so well. “i’m gonna cum” “let go pretty girl.”

the nickname making you shake slightly on his fingers. you take a moment to breathe before you take both of your hands onto jenos boxers. releasing the biggest girth dick you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “h-hey don’t stare” he stuttered. “sorry but you’re huge” you physically gasped. he blushed harder as you took some of his precum into your hand to give him a long stroke down his dick and back up. ‘wow reading all that smut really paid off’ you thought. his groans and slight moans were so hot, you thought you were gonna cum again. “fuck” he heavily breathed out. “i-if you keep going i’m gonna cum” he warned. you ignored him because you were simply fascinated with how easily you’re affecting him. he took his hands to shoulder, laying you down. “i wanna be inside you before i cum” he growled out. you nodded “please” you begged simply. he kissed you lips once more as you took his cock into your hands and rubbed the tip of his cock onto your pussy before slowly entering.

he slowly puts more in. “are you ok?” you nodded “you can move now” he slowly fucks into you just to be sure. once he hears your moans getting louder he knows it feels good for you too. he kisses you again, looking into your eyes as he thrusts harder. “feels so good” “yeah do you love it” “yes i love it, i-i love you” you moan out. “i love you too” he whimpered. “ s-so close” “cum for me pretty girl.” you came undone as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach. “will you be my girlfriend” jeno asks quickly. “yes ofc i would” you answered pulling him into another kiss. “YOU GUYS R FUCKING GROSS” jisung yelled from the other room. “SORRY” you guys yelled back before cracking up.

a/n: and you n jeno lived happily ever after while jisung was traumatized 4 life :)) LMFAOOOO i hoped you guys enjoyed. i’m clearly still on my jeno things <3 this is lowkey wack 😭- em🪬

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly all fluff

Chapter 03

“How'd supper go?” Your best friend asked a few nights later, insisting you phone them and give all the details of your “date that wasn't really a date because these beautiful idiots are in denial”.

Biting your lip, you smiled to yourself. Reminiscing on how comfortable the night was. No forced conversation, no awkward small talk. It felt as though you had known him your whole life, and he moved back to town.

“Comfortable.” You decided on. “It was good, comfortable.”

“Seriously?” Your friend deadpanned, “all I get from you is it was comfortable.”

While they reamed you for not providing detailed explanations, you let your mind wander. Concerns you buried deep within your subconscious floating to the surface once more.

How answers about his past and employment seemed to be scripted. Rehearsed.

How he dodged any personal questions about his past and family.

“You two are living an entire Disney movie and all I get is fucking it was comfortable!” Your friend continued, pulling you back to the present.

Furrowing your brows, you scoffed lightly. “Not a damn Disney movie. I'm not planning a marriage to him, we get along really well like best friends. Simmer down.”

“That's not what the barista was saying.” They snorted. Your cheeks burning as you glared at the phone.

“Best friends banter too, you know. That's all we are, and all we ever will be.” You pointed down at your phone, like a parent giving their child a stern lecture.

“Famous last words.”

Not that you'd ever admit to your friend, but over the next few months, the lines between best friends and something more began to bend between you and Allen.

The neverending banter and teasing continued; but you found yourself holding his stare a bit longer. Making small motions of physical contact more often. Inhabiting each other's space became a norm in your lives.

You popping over to bring him coffee in the morning, him joining you on the porch late at night when the subdivision was asleep.

An unspoken favour system, a silent running tab for coffee orders, and multiple meals shared in the others' presence. Maybe it was just his personality or the two of you vibing in all the right ways. But he genuinely felt like someone you've known your entire life.

Your best friend from the start, slowly morphing to your boyfriend. Which became official on one cool night.

Sitting on your porch swing, it was one of those late nights, thighs touching as his body warmed yours. Stars shining brightly overhead when he softly asked if he could love you the way his heart yearned for.

You told him he sounded like a cheeseball.

He told you that sounded like a yes.

“So, uh, my name isn’t actually Allen. It’s Alex.” He confessed one of those nights, glancing over at you with a genuine smile. Relief flooding his eyes, finally able to tell you the truth. Finally able to reveal the specks of gold that hid behind the muddy shell he had to protect himself.

You stifled a laugh, causing him to tense as he shifted to face you. The porch swing creaking at the sudden movement, the seat tiling as he held a hand out to you.

“Alex Keller, nice to meet you.” Laughter leaving both of you, smiles wider than they’ve been the entire time you’ve known one another. You took his hand, shaking it dramatically.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Alex. The name fits you way better than Allen. You’re not an Allen.” Leaning over to press a quick peck to his cheek, you ignored the faux offended expression that spread across his face.

“This entire time, the entire time you’ve said you’ve liked me a lot. It was a lie? Because you didn’t like my name?” He laughed, arms wrapping around you as he continued laughing. Body shaking with the unfiltered joy and amusement; stomach aching by the end.

Laying your forehead against his shoulder, you smiled. Mind wandering to thoughts of a possible future; nothing too crazy. No thoughts of marriage or white picket fences with small screams. But how your life would look in a year or two with Alex around.

Coming home to find him in the kitchen serving a meal for the both of you that he made. As you really hoped to get off night shifts sooner than later.

Or going on road trips, falling for the tourist traps you find along the way. Filling your walls with cheesy pictures of the two of you posing together. Would he buy a corny hawaiian shirt for holidays like that? Or would he be on the “edgier” side, Ray Ban sunglasses, and skate shoes.

Ringing in the new year with a loving kiss at midnight, a silent promise for a better year ahead.

“It’s so funny how the world works,” you started softly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You moving here of all places, my quaint little neighborhood.”

You almost missed the flash of pain that crossed his eyes, like there was something he was avoiding telling you. Tilting your head slightly, starting a silent conversation where you silently inquired about his reaction. After a few beats of silence he finally spoke up.

“I uh, was moved here due to some conflicts with work. I can’t go into too much detail, considering the circumstances but it would be pretty bad if word got out that I’m here.” He shrugged, explaining the reason behind his false name and identity. Why he found himself sticking to his home and the neighborhood. Never venturing too far, never getting too close.

Until he found you. You were everything he shouldn’t have right now.

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[lustbile]

Burn

Jeno X Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: oof alright so. Extreme sadomasochism, human ashtray/burning fetish (if that’s a thing idk), dacryphilia, use of drugs, rimming/oral (reader receiving), anal play, just a lot of intense stuff, and Jeno and the reader are both just absolute freaks let be honest.

please read warnings. alright this is definitely not as intense as some things i’ve seen but I do think it’s probably the most intense thing i’ve posted maybe??? maybe not i’ve written some weird things. but yes seriously don’t ignore warnings.

“And you’re a hundred percent sure you want me to do this?” His fingers press into the flesh of your ass, waiting until you turn your head to the side and gently nod against the bedding, “It’s gonna hurt pretty bad.”

“I know,” you sigh out, almost dreamily. Your thighs spread wider across his lap as you sink lower onto your stomach, “I just really do think I’ll like it, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to.”

“I think thats the issue,” he huffs, bringing the shortening roach to his lips and taking a pull that’s probably just burnt, useless bud at this point, but at least doing something that will focus his thoughts, “I want to do it so fucking bad.”

“So you do want to burn me, Jeno?” You ask in a tone that turns more taunting, your hips shifting back and forth as a minuscule part of you hopes he sticks the burning paper and ash to you by accident, “Why? Wanna see me cry or something?”

Yes. The answer to that was yes. He didn’t even need to verbalize because you knew if there was one thing Jeno loved to do, it was to make you cry.

Yes. The answer to that was yes. He didn’t even need to verbalize because you knew if there was one thing Jeno loved to do, it was to make you cry.

“You’re high,” he says with a stressed and quiet laugh, as if the cotton-like feeling behind your eyes and under your tongue would let you forget that fact, “fuck, I’m high too so I don’t know…”

“Better I’m high than stone cold sober,” you say, more so just speaking out loud, “probably will hurt less if I’m high and I can ease into the pain if we ever do something like this sober.”

It probably would have also never been brought up in the first place if I wasn’t high, you add in your head. The idea of letting your boyfriend purposefully put a joint out on your skin comes from a lot of pain kink exploration and a stranger from twitter with too much time and imagination on their hands. Would it be the first time Jeno has caused you physical pain in the name of sexual release? Absolutely not even close, but it was a pretty intense request you suppose.

He drums his fingers against your ass again a few times, falling into a quick rhythm as you can tell he’s getting more excited about the idea than he’d ever admit. The thick paper of the filter scrapes against your skin as he does so, making your heart thump at the idea of the other end taking its place against your sensitive flesh.

“Do you want me to count to three?” He finally asks, making your breath catch in your throat.

“No… I think I’d rather it take me by surprise.”

“Ah okay cool…”

There’s a heavy silence afterwards, both of you simmering in ideas of how it could become a surprise now.

“Hold this,” he mutters, putting the dwindling joint between your teeth and letting you puff on it just enough to keep the angry fire at the end alive. Once his hands are free he starts to make work of your underwear, the only remaining fabric on your body, similarly to the thin pair of boxer briefs that clings to the narrow hips of the boy behind you. Something about getting high alone with him always results in some shedding of clothes, whether the night ends in sex or not, as you presume hot boxing a room with your partner would make you want to be as uncovered as possible.

He pushes your feet against your thighs for a moment, bending your knees so he can wiggle on your underwear without making you get off his lap. It takes a moment, the fabric getting caught around your knees and then your toes, but once they’re off he throws them unceremoniously on the floor.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself once he catches sight of the wet heat between your thighs, a sigh of your own following once you catch how deep his voice drops.

He seems to forget briefly about the joint between your teeth as his hands start to wander. His thumbs get so close to where you’d wanted him since the weed reached your brain, and with a quiet sticking noise, he pulls at your skin to watch your arousal drip from your body.

A sudden feeling washes over you as he stares and watches you like it's the first time he’s ever seen you, and without thinking you squirm and let out a whine to remind him there is in fact a human in charge of the body underneath his twitching hands. A very impatient human at that.

“I can take that back,” he huffs, reaching for the roach that still rests in your mouth, the whining and squirming only being partners to the drooling you started that has dampened the filter.

He takes the short roach between his fingers as carefully as he can, kissing your shoulder gently as he slowly pulls away. His mouth continues, trailing down to your shoulder blade and the side of your rib, until your ass pressing against his stomach causes too much of a wedge and he can only brush his lips against your skin like a whisper.

Once he’s back to the way he was seated, the hand holding the joint returns to your hip, and his lips join not long after. He kisses right at the crease where your ass meets your thigh and when he noses inward until he can lick at the wetness that has stuck to the inside of your thighs, you gasp.

You gasp again when his free hand travels behind him. First landing on the sole of your foot a trailing so softly up that it tickles the flesh and you involuntarily kick up. He takes the jerking movement for granted, grabbing your ankle and pushing it up until your knee is bent and your foot is wiggling against your ass in the way it was when he removed your underwear.

He uses your trapped ankle to spread your legs farther, his mouth following the movement to lick around your cunt and ignoring the way you clench around nothing.

Your hips tilt back and up, trying to take how hungrily he mouths at you as meaning he’s too lost in thought to notice if you moved your hips in the exact perfect position. But unfortunately he moves swiftly with you, licking up to the curve of your ass before he harshly sinks his teeth into the flesh.

You let out a yelp, that you think must be much louder than it actually is, and your hips start gyrating helplessly as you wish for just some form of friction.

You take his release of your ankle as a good sign, and you take the way his hands travel to your waist to pull you back until your clit brushes against the fabric covering his crotch as an even better sign. But as you're panting and grinding against the growing bulge between his thighs, you feel it.

It’s not a sudden feeling, almost like a sting of a fire ant bite or pouring antiseptic onto a paper cut. But it grows and it's hot, and before you know it you can feel the way the embers have started to scorch your flesh and smell a burning that you can only correlate to the smell of burning leather.

You let out a pathetically quiet yell, a sob wracking your chest right after and choking it before it can become too loud. Your fists twist into the sheets by your head, your skin blossoms red around the point he presses the dying joint against your skin, and tears spring to your eyes almost as quickly as the new flood of arousal spills from between your thighs.

It bites at where your ass meets your back, towards the curve of the side of your hip. You can still feel the paper sticking to you, the once concerned boy behind you enraptured now with the sights and taking his time to make sure every remaining blossom of burning red is put out and you’re left with nothing but the grey soot of ashes and a telling circular patch of raw flesh.

He tosses the crumpled paper into the floor, the sad thing landing perfectly next to your underwear. Jeno doesn’t really notice either though and his hand mirrors his other again and holds onto your waist as you body shakes and you try to catch your breath.

“Are you good?” He asks with clear concern in his voice, but it does nothing to cover how equally excited he is at the sign of your squirming pain.

“J-e-eno-o,” you stutter out as you feel like your speaking around your own heart lodged in your throat, “fuck me, fuck me please.”

He reaches out, grabbing at your elbow and tugging until you're twisted enough for him to see your face, and once he sees the tears streaming down your face he grunts. But once he follows the streaked trails up your cheeks and sees the wild look in your eyes, he’s going back to the part of you still settled and twitching in his lap as he reaches to pull your ass apart.

In the quiet of the room you can hear the sound of his tongue swishing in his mouth just barely over your panting. He leans down, kissing gently at the still stinging burn before trailing to your tailbone, until eventually he hovers enough to let the accumulated spit fall from his mouth and tail down until it hits the place of your body he’s seemed to have some form of infatuation with lately.

He’s quick to follow the trail of saliva with a pointed tip of his tongue, laying it flat once he reaches your asshole, and making you let out a rattling gasp. Similarly to the putting a joint out on your skin situation, the idea of ass play started as a joke between you two, and it’s now as he laps at your rim and dips as much as the end of it inside you, you’re starting to think joking with this boy may be dangerous.

He gets his fill, pulling away briefly a few times just to come in with quick and harsh licks, before he trails down to where you really need him.

His hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, tugging you up until your back arches and aches and your face is shoved carelessly into the mattress. But you can’t find it in yourself to care much about the degrading position he’s left you in, because after all but shoving his face into you to take in a deep breath, his lips wrap tightly around your clit.

You can feel your face heating up rapidly, and you're unsure if it’s just from the suddenly intense pleasure after such biting pain, or if it’s also because of how shameless his actions are all of the time.

“Jeno, oh my fucking god,” you choke out, reaching blindly behind you in attempt to grab at his scalp, but the way he’s detached from your clit to lay his tongue flat and shake his head rapidly side to side makes it hard to catch his wiggling head.

The way he grunts and groans into your skin is maddening, the level in which he genuinely enjoys getting you all over his tongue and face bordering on detrimental for you in a number of ways.

His arms twist under you one at a time, hooking under your hips until his hands can come up and link together against your back, letting him press you as tightly against his face as the atoms between you will allow. You’re surprised he’s yet to suffocate himself between your thighs, but both you and him seem to be enjoying it too much for you to worry about it.

His blunt nails dig into your back as harshly as he can manage when you start rocking back onto his face, grinning and groaning against your skin when you gasp in the way that tells him that fresh tears are threatening to spill over.

It hurts a lot. The way his nails scratch you, the tension in your muscles from the way he manhandles you, the way he nips and bites at you every time he pulls away for a breath, and especially the raw burn that screams from your hip. But it also feels so good, and overwhelming as the pain glides across your nerves right alongside your impending orgasm.

There’s very little warning you can give Jeno, gasping breaths and whines being almost enough, but they fall on deaf ears. He’s lost himself against you, eating at you like he’ll be able to taste the secrets of the world on his tongue, and if making you come wasn’t the end goal, he wouldn’t have started in the first place.

“God, fuck!” you choke out, your hand coming down to slap at the mattress as your back arches deeply and your toes curl as you kick your feet up beside him until they’re hitting his shoulders.

Your kicking does nothing to deter him as he licks you through the overwhelming amounts of pain and pleasure your body feels at once, and as he goes on the feeling of him pushing you past the initial beginnings of your orgasm has you gasping from a new form of ache.

You’ve gone slack in his hands, his grip on your legs being the only thing that keeps you from melting completely into the bed below you and shaking from the onslaught of stimuli. Your thighs tighten around his head, subconsciously trying to push him out and away as he hums happily as if you’ve given him his favorite treat.

He finally lets up after a moment, your constant squirming and whining become more than he can ignore. He drops you slowly back in his lap, and as if his eyes are drawn to it like a magnet, he glances at the circular burn he left on your skin.

He’s afraid to say much about it, afraid to let you know how much he really enjoyed seeing the act wrack you with burning, stinging pain. But as you lay twitching in his lap, jaw slack as you reach back to fumble with the band of his underwear, he thinks you probably did enjoy it just as much as him.

He pushes at you as gently as he can, lifting you up enough for him to shift below you until he’s sitting up on his knees. Once he's situated, you feel his hand pressing on the center of your back, forcing it to curve and bend to his liking. He leans down, letting his own body follow the curvature of yours, and when you see the soft smile he offers you from the peripheral of your blurry eyes, you find it hard to believe it’s the same man who likes to push burning joints into your skin and make you cry.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says. It’s not a question, but you know your ability to say no is there, “I’m gonna fuck you and make you cry even harder than that fucking joint did.”

Part of you wants to curl into a ball. The depth that his voice reached when he spoke to you shaking your insides already and making you a tad nervous along with the way you know your body will be screaming later. But a much bigger part of you, the one that wants him inside of you so bad you think you might start drooling like a rabid animal, lifts up into his body and silently begs him to get on with it.

You hear a shift of fabric, his underwear coming down just enough for him to pull himself out, before he begins to tap his tip gently against your skin. Similar to the journey his tongue took, he presses himself high up near your tailbone, dragging it down against your sensitive skin until the leaking head of his dick bumps against your clit.

You sigh for the millionth time, your shoulders sinking down as you put the rest of your strength into grinding back into him. He grunts and mutters in response, and if you were able to look back at him now you’d see him with his brow furrowed and his jaw locked and tense as he’s almost hypnotized by the magic that is your body.

The first inch of him that slides into you is a lot for the both of you to handle. For you it's always a task taking the length and size of him, feeling as if every time you're testing fate to let him split you completely in half. For him it’s a task to not knowingly split you in half. Taking his time and being patient is a foreign concept to him a majority of the time, so letting you adjust to the way he knows he stretches you to your limits is a patience he had to learn.

The way you shake as he slides in deeper and deeper has him gritting his teeth, and below him you're breathing is labored and your stomach tense. He somehow lights everyone of your nerves on fire every single time, and when he grapples at your body to help you sink down further, and his finger simply brushes against your newly crafted wound, you let out a shuttering gasp that’s perfectly mixed with pain, shock, and arousal.

He shushes you, rubbing his hands down your back, and mutters things that have you debating whether or not he touched the burn on purpose. But your internal debate is short lived, as he’s now seated fully inside you and has started to shallowly rock against you.

“You say stop and I’ll stop, you know the drill,” and he’s right, you do. Your agreed upon safe word sticking back to your mind, but you can’t find anything in you that even considers muttering it, “but until then I”m having my way with you.”

“Jeno,” you start, turning your face again in an attempt to give him soft eyes and a dopey smile, “please I need you so bad. You hurt me so good.”

You see his Adam’s apple bob even with how fuzzy your vision has gotten, your words getting to him but also causing a mean smile to pull across his lips. His hands tighten against your skin, rough enough that you can already feel bruises forming under his touch, and he shifts you around like a doll until you’re flush against him.

The first thrust he delivers knocks the wind from you, a pitched gasp falling from your lips as you flutter around him. Every thrust is sharp and unrelenting, making you feel every inch, bump, and curve of him inside you.

Your mouth falls open, no longer closer like it was earlier when you were mindlessly babbling, but instead just making way for long strings of moans and hiccups and he does exactly as he promised, and has his way with your crumbling body.

The first of his hands to move was jarring but more simple to handle. It slowly slips up your back, kneading at your shoulders as if to comfort you, before he pushes against the back of your neck and leans his weight into it to hold you down. You cough, and let out a small gurgling noise before your body and muddled mind finally just lands on a pathetic whine.

His second hand doesn’t move as far, but it does move more cautiously. You feel him leaning back, slowing his thrusts for only a second to give him space to drop another mouthful of spit on down onto your ass. And as it drips against your skin, you feel him brush his thumb through it until he presses the digit deep into you.

He uses the leverage having his thumb pressed into you gives him to force you back against his hips. Your face digs deep into the sheets below you, and you feel the fabric start to dampen with your saliva.

Your tears had dried up in the process of everything, but when you feel the fingers he has splayed out, stretching across your ass to your hip, you feel fresh ones welling up ready to help your drooling mouth in soaking the bed.

The first brush of his fingers feels like an accident. The quick sharp sting makes you gasp and twitch in the opposite direction of his touch. But the next time you have no choice but to acknowledge what he’s doing.

His middle finger lays on the raw little irregular circle, testing how tender it is and the way that touching it makes you react. The way you jump, the sad little cry you left out, and mostly the way you clench down hard around his rapidly moving length has him biting harshly down on his tongue.

It’s perfect, he thinks. His own little button to get you to react the way he always wants you to. In pathetic, sniveling, and lustful pain.

After a touch comes another, and another. Both brief and teasing, until he finally lets his middle and ring finger both press into the burn and the surrounding tender flesh, holding down hard with a flex to the muscles in his fingers and palm until you’re screaming out with tears rolling down your cute swollen cheeks.

He finds another function of the button he’s created in your skin not long after. Your body shivers almost violently as your legs collapse and you lay limp and flat on your stomach. Your thighs close tightly together, but not tight enough to stop him from continuously drilling into you as you come around him, your hips moving in a way that lets him know you’ve found a way to get friction on your neglected clit.

He uses the spent position your body lies in to angle himself more down, letting his hips bounce off your skin and his hands push harder into your body. And all that you let out is a long overwhelmed whine that gets broken up by his thrusts.

You almost want to reach your hand back again to rip his hands away. Not as much from your neck, or from pushing his thumb in and out of you along with his thrusts, but from the way his fingers circle the small wound in a way so similarly to the way they circle your clit.

But you don’t. And you find yourself truly not wanting to. It hurts so badly, the pain almost blinding and making your chest heave with sobs, but it also sends shocks through your body in a way you’ve never felt before in your life and you feel yourself climbing a dangerous cliff towards another orgasm.

His lip is turning almost as raw as your burn and your throat, his teeth gnawing at it recklessly as the way your body sucks him in has his brain turning to liquid in his skull. He feels his lower belly tensing up and he knows he’s only moments away from coming alongside you.

It’s a race to the finish. His body is a much more active participant than your own, but he loves it that way. The way you turn limp, like your body is made of jelly fills his warming chest with pride, and the way you weakly rock your hips back while you quietly and incoherently beg for mercy is enough for him to know you're enjoying every second.

“Need you to come one last time,” he begs, sounding almost as desperate as you at this point as he leans closer to your ear, “c’mon show me how good you are and how much you love to be hurt.”

Your fist starts to wiggle down, almost as if it’s been reanimated and reminded that it has muscles and bones. You shove it tightly under your hips as they get shoved into the mattress by his, and once you get close enough that you can cover your aching clit with a few fingers, you let out a deep sigh of relief.

The hand he has twisted around your neck turns, flipping it over until it envelopes the front of your neck and presses against the sides. His grip is tight, immediately cutting off the blood flow to your head and making you feel dizzy. And it's this, plus the weak flicking you do against your clit, that sends you over the edge for the last time.

The garbled noises you let out are almost inhuman, only some hints of begging and pleading making its way through as your body tenses and relaxes over and over. The feeling of his fingers digging into the burn becomes less and less evident as the pleasure blinds you and has your eyes fluttering and rolling back.

Jeno hits his finish only a beat or two after. His stomach flexes as his belly button reaches for his spine and his shoulders curve in. He only gets a few more thrusts in, a few more digs into your burn and neck, before he collapses against you. His orgasm being left seated deeply in your body.

You’re not sure if you fall asleep or just blink for a minute too long, but the feeling of your boyfriend's sweat sliding against the raw skin of a burn has you cursing and twisting away. And as if the words fuck and dude ow awaken something deeply within him, Jeno sits up quickly enough that you also have to hiss at the sudden emptiness you feel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear him mutter to himself as you hear the door to your bedroom open as he slips out. You don’t get to see which direction he turns down the hallways as you just let your worn body sink into the sheets that stick to your sweaty skin.

“I have absolutely no fucking clue how to treat a burn,” Jeno’s voice is panic stricken, but slurred still as the weed continues to fog his brain.

You turn your body enough to see him digging through a first aid kit that you were fully unaware that you owned, a quiet hhhrmm? coming out from the back of your throat as you sit in confusion.

He looks up from the acetaminophen and a gauze he has gripped in his hands, his face softening and losing its fear when he sees your tired blinking eyes and pouting lips.

He drops the things back in the small box he pulled them from, standing and moving over to sit on the edge of the bed, getting close enough that you can twist in a way that looks horrifying to him but he knows is somehow comfortable to you, until you rest your heavy head in his lap.

“So..” he starts petting at the creases between your brows and your thumping head, “you got what you wanted.”

“Mmhmm,” you simply purr in return.

“Mhm,” he parrots, his head nodding as he thinks, “so, any reviews for being turned into a human ashtray?”

“Jeno,” you start, peaking open one eye and letting your hand flit around dramatically, “it hurts so bad.”

He flinches, moving his hand to your hip and opening his mouth to babble in concern before you speak over him with a grin.

“But it feels so fucking good,” you sigh, like a girl in a teen movie fawning over her crush, “hurts so fucking good. And when you started pushing on it I thought I was going to pass out!”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Yeah,” you scoff as if it’s the most obvious thing, before nuzzling into his hand as you think, “I do think it means I need to reevaluate a lot of things about myself as an individual.”

“Also in a good way?” He asks again, his voice now trailing off in a quiet laugh.

“Now that I don’t know about,” you huff, wondering if being a freak for pain is really as bad as it sounds, “eh that’s something I’ll think about after I take a bath.”

#nct smut #jeno smut #nct imagine #jeno imagines #lee jeno smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #nct fic #nct oneshot #jeno oneshot #jeno fic #nct fanfic #jeno fanfic

[angstyaches]

i feel like 🐈‍⬛ (superstition) would be really cool for charlie if he said something off-handed and then one of the aldridges was just like “well, yes. obviously.”

Okay, I love this idea! I ended up tweaking it slightly, but I hope you enjoy 🖤 Also, I've been writing too many different Halloweens for these boys so it takes place on Friday the thirteenth instead!

Sick or Treat

CW: emeto, alcohol/drunkenness, superstition, teasing/banter, brief mention of parental death.

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Charlie hiccupped and triumphantly swallowed back the acidic swell of liquid at the back of his throat. If he was going to vomit – and all signs pointed to yes – he would prefer to do it in the semi-privacy of Shayne’s bathroom, not here on the street in full view of Felix and Elliott.

“How much further?” he whispered, leaning on Shayne’s arm. He apparently didn’t whisper as quietly as he’d thought, though, because a few paces ahead, Felix turned around with an easy smile.

His freckled cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. “A little bit further, bud. You holding up alright?”

Charlie gulped again as he nodded. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to vampires and their extra-sensitive hearing.

“It’ll take even longer,” Shayne complained, staggering slightly as Charlie’s weight overpowered him for a couple of steps, “if you don’t walk in a straight fucking line.”

“Sorry, lovely.”

“It’s… it’s fine.” The nervous double-flutter of Shayne’s dark eyelashes sliced through the drunk, queasy haze in Charlie’s head.

“Mmm,” Charlie hummed, resolved to keeping his head down and walking in as straight a line as possible until they made it back to the townhouse. The part of town they were currently passing through was in need of some TLC, and soon, Charlie found himself taking longer or shorter steps, leaning to one side or the other, to avoid the soles of his shoes touching the cracks in the pavement. Some ran so close together and spread out from the same spot so that they looked like spiderwebs, which sent shivers down his spine.

Shayne groaned, hitching Charlie’s arm a little closer to his body. “The fuck are you doing now? Are you gonna throw up or something?”

“No, I’m just walking.”

“You’re all over the place, love.”

“Look at all the cracks!”

“What?” Shayne asked slowly. “What about them?”

“You know what they say! Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” Charlie felt a stab of panic a moment after saying it out loud; it probably wasn’t a cool thing to say to someone whose mother was dead. He looked up sheepishly, reckoning he could afford to take his eyes away from the path for just a few seconds.

Shayne just looked confused, though. His pupils were endlessly dark, almost swallowing up the brown rings in his eyes. “Seriously? You’ve never cared about that before.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows. “It’s Friday the thirteenth.”

“So?”

“So, maybe all of that stuff is actually true on Friday the thirteenth.”

“Well, yeah.” Hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, Elliott turned on his heel and walked backwards for a couple of paces. The whites of his eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and Charlie was filled with the sickening dread as he was about to flash his fangs and everything. “Obviously, it is.”

“Elli,” Felix hissed softly, to which Elliott responded by freeing one hand from its pocket and tapping him on the arm.

“Friday the thirteenth is the reason all of those superstitions exist.” Elliott gave a shrug. “Not a lot of humans know that.”

Charlie always flinched under the way Elliott said the word humans. He never said it in a way that sounded condescending or superior, but he still managed to make Charlie feel like an insect standing by the feet of giants. Nothing so undignified as a maggot or a worm, but perhaps an ant.

Unsure of what to make of any of this, Charlie slowed to a stop so he could look at Shayne without risking a misstep. “Wh-what does that mean, lovely?”

“It means Elliott’s being an asshole,” Shayne said, shrugging a shoulder in Elliott’s direction. “So, you know, business as usual.”

“Hey, you little shit. You think you know better than I do?”

A kind of primal fear coiled in the pit of Charlie’s stomach. People kept emphasising that Ryan was the Elder vampire of her bloodline, that she was the one who’d been around for centuries and had all the answers, but from where Charlie was standing, Elliott appeared just as unshakable, just as timeless, just as… inevitable.

In other words, just as frightening a gateway into the supernatural world as Ryan. So, who could say he didn’t know something the rest of them knew?

Stranger things had happened, after all.

Don’t you think I would know about this? CT wondered idly inside his head; they were always extra quiet, extra sluggish, when Charlie drank alcohol. This was probably for the best, because otherwise, the two would probably start having loud, uninhibited conversations out loud for the world to hear. I am more ancient than the forests –

You can’t even remember what your name was before you met me, Charlie pointed out, to which they sat back in silence again, resigned.

“Elliott, are you being serious?” Charlie demanded.

“Yes,” Elliott said, at the same moment that both Shayne and Felix said, “No.”

“Charlie.” Shayne’s voice had an edge of desperation. “You’re drunk off your fucking face and Elliott’s bullshitting you.”

Charlie shook his head, dropping his gaze to the path again as he started forward. “I-I’m gonna avoid the cracks,” he said, “just to be safe.”

Shayne sighed with exasperation as he was tugged along.

“Do you want me to break my mother’s back?” Charlie demanded.

Somehow, Shayne mustered up an even more passionate sigh. “No, I don’t want you to break Ingrid’s back.”

They forged ahead, until checking for cracks pushed Charlie’s plans of walking in a straight line from ambitious to futile. He felt Shayne’s grip on his arm tighten as he wobbled across the path, the streetlights converging into one dizzying blur.

“Charlie, what’s wrong?”

Charlie pitched forward, spurting out several mouthfuls of dark, foamy vomit into the well-trimmed grass that separated the path from the side of the road. He groaned with relief that the ground would soak up the foul liquid, so that it mightn’t get all over his Converse.

“Love,” Shayne said, and Charlie reached for him with one hand.

“Dizzy.”

“Yeah, no shit, you’re drunk.”

Charlie didn’t have it in him to explain to his boyfriend that he’d been handling his booze just fine until the lines in the path had started to blur before his eyes as he passed them. However, as though he’d cast off a few units of alcohol along with his vomit, his head felt a little clearer.

“Lovely?”

Shayne lightly smoothed a hand over Charlie’s shoulder. “Mmhmm?”

“Elliott was..." Charlie paused to stifle a wet, shallow burp. "... Winding me up, wasn’t he?”

The hand on his shoulder twitched into a grip, just for a few seconds, before it resumed forming a comforting sweeping motion. “Did… Did you figure that out all by yourself, genius?”

#StW Charlie #StW Shayne #StW Elliott #StW Felix #Sick or Treat drabbles #sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emeto drabbles #sickfic drabbles #OC emeto #OC sickfic

[joyswonderland1108]

🙃

I know i said that my biases are Jimin and JK but i never said i wasn’t a big fan of 3J which means that if Hobi is being disrespected imma snap your head in half!

Every time i come here to talk about something nice there’s a whole mess going on that at this point my blog is turning to a rant blog ffs. When did this fandom become like this? When did the toxicity became huge to the point where you can’t go a day without something disgusting being spread online? 

So by now everybody knows that Hybe posted an announcement about Hobi’s upcoming enlistment that he started the procedure already, we saw that coming but it’s still upsetting of course, we still felt sad knowing how real it’s becoming that Hobi is leaving for MS too. So we’re trying to come to terms with it and another announcement only this time it’s a happier one:

We were also able to see our Sunshine live 

(Credits to Dalto on Twitter)

Now i believe you see where this is going right? So Hope on the street is a single set to be released on March 3rd, key word here : SINGLE. One song. But of course dickheads have a thing to say right? Saying how he is interfering with Jimin’s solo if he couldn’t release it before why choose now bla bla bla rat language.

I’ve mentioned in my previous post that even one song can take a while let alone many, some artists spent 2 3 years on one song, it’s called perfectioning it, working on every possible flaw so that the end result is something that lets the artist feel satisfied with the hard work he put in it. So to answer the “why didn’t he release it before?” simply because he couldn’t “why won’t he release it later?” simply because he can’t. 

Now saying that he’s interfering with Jimin’s solo.. There are 20 days between March 3rd and March 24th (not including both dates) and again am going back to the key word, it’s a SINGLE it’s only one song how tf is that interfering with Jimin’s solo? There’s enough time to give attention to Hope on the street and also be ready for FACE.

It’s actually funny to see people try to make it a competition between none other than Jihope like.. Be so fr right fucking now! It’s not like y’all are legally blind to not notice how close those two are, they’re besties, and more than anything they are happy for each other so for a bunch of low-life strangers trying to put their 2 useless cents of thoughts on the matter.. y’all just shut the fuck up

Now if Hobi just decided to enlist without dropping anything, people would be saying how he’s not appreciating Army he just left like that or why did he wait all that time to enlist if he doesn’t have more work to do or or or.. Of course there’s always something to complain about, this fandom is never satisfied and would you look at that, the boys still think about this stupid fandom and dedicate their work to them. 

Honestly there should be a whole separate new fandom for our boys, a private one that is, Vip or whatever you wanna call it, like you can’t get into that fandom unless you pass the morals test, the personality test, etc.. Army be fighting with that other fandom (not mentioning the name but y’all already know who, no hate to the girlies they’re cool, can’t say the same thing about their fandom tho) when they’re no better, creating shit INSIDE the fandom to begin with. 

It’s seriously getting tiring and sickening how people were just allowed to become this hateful, it’s like they forget that they got into this fandom that was started because of BTS like.. THE WHOLE BAND! Yes these 7 men are all different and unique but they’re also part of the same band whether you like it or not and if they wanted to go solo like many of y’all are dying for it to happen they would’ve done it a while ago it’s not the first time idols leave their band to go on a solo journey. If y’all have no respect for these boys as a band at least have respect towards your favs and what they want, what they wish for and the people they love. 

[tiffanytoms]

20 Questions

Okay, sorry for how procrastinator-y I was (no seriously, it's shameful how far I had to scroll, ahah) but THANK YOU to @chiechie97 and @practicecourts for tagging me in this! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10 😄

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

*quickly learns how AO3 works* 914,127… wait. Really?? 🤯 Well shit, okay 💅

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Jily 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Enemy Within

What Are You Doing to Me?

Whatever You Say, Professor

Baby Bird

Right Reasons

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Fuck yeah! I love chatting! It still blows my mind that ppl want to talk about one of my hobbies with me 🤣

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooo. I think Wickedly Twisted will take the cake, but that ending is still solely in my head for now. Wait, no, nvm, I literally wrote Jily DYING in WAYDTM. Sooo yeah. Probably that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oo! Okay. Well I’m still gonna write an epilogue for WYSP that gonna be so sugary sweet it’ll spread diabetes, but otherwise it’s probably a 3-way tie between Chicks Dig Scars, Magic James, or Baby Bird bc they all end on the implication that Jily will then ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

*Blinks so slowly time stands still* Yeah, but only if they’re that good.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

*Grins so quickly the world implodes* Hell yeah! The dirty, filthy, wonderful kind! (Idk, it depends on the fic!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess so? Bc RR is based off of The Bachelor 🌹

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yuuuuup. Had one scene ripped off so blatantly (like, almost all the elements) that it honestly put me off reading too many other ppl’s Jily stories for a bit, bc I really never want to put another author thru that. Now I can 💯 percent guarantee that all my ideas and the scenarios are my own. Sucks though, bc obviously I’m here bc I love reading Jily. (I’ll definitely go back to reading when I’m not in the midst of writing 2 stories though.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had ppl ask, but I don’t know if they ever followed through!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope! I think my way of doing things would honestly drive someone else insane, soooo I’m fine with going it alone 😅

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jily 😍

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Well that’s just rude. (I’d never not finish, I’m far too stubborn. Fuck you.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Obsession, psychology, and an insatiably horny zest for life!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Impatience. I think sometimes good things take time, and I’m over here too bored to write the boring bits 😆

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

That’s cool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First one I published was SMALLVILLE, but I think I had a very angsty childhood day where I wrote a whole scene about how much Harry hated Vernon and honestly it was very disturbingly graphic and yeah. Glad I’m more into smut these days! 😁😇😁

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Aaaah! Hm. 🤔 Okay. That’s a toughie. For my heart and soul, I’d say WAYDTM, bc honestly, I really do feel like I poured all my feelings into that one. But from a purely writing standpoint, EW, bc it just all came together, and I know the storyline is legit, and I feel like I had ppl obsessed with it and it was really nice! 😅

#20 questions #writer asks #writer things #writer thoughts #tiff tag