#the last one no but I have always adored the style of those cards

[iamdyeing]

Been going through some of my favorite pokemon trading card artists and I gotta go with

Asako Ito: who does crocheted figures on felt backgrounds

Yuka Morii: clay figures mostly photographed in irl places

Kurumitsu: lots of real vibrant colors and smooth lines

Miki Kudo: digital art reminiscent of construction paper collages

Gonna have an example of each under the cut, but there are links to the rest attached to their names!

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #asako ito #yuka morii #kurumitsu #miki kudo #the first three examples I happen to own #the last one no but I have always adored the style of those cards #of course there are more artists but asako ito and yuka morii I could name off the top of my head #the other two probably not but I could describe their work and you would know who

[bambieyedoll]

I would love to request bella ramsey x fem reader that’s bella comforting insecure reader who thinks bella will leave her

hi, love ! i secretly adore angsty fics so i truly enjoyed writing this. thank you for your request, i hope you like it. ♡

⊹ 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

bella and you had been in a beautiful relationship for a year and a half after being close friends for another two years.

you knew their life style was different. bella’s talent was finally being recognized after all their hard work and you couldn’t be more proud. you’d been by their side in every step and you celebrated everything they had achieved with them. bella always told you that they couldn’t have done it without you by their side.

watching them in interviews and premieres melted your heart. their shining smile and elegant presence stood out. their voice tone and precision in every answer they gave to interviewers along with how they handled being on camera. bella was born to be an actor.

meanwhile, your life was quiet and you loved it. it didn’t mean that you never left your comfort zone, you loved going on adventures, to travel and meet new places. but it was different.

being in a relationship with an actor with a busy life meant that there wasn’t many time for dates and quality time. sometimes they’d be gone for months, only coming back when the shooting of the project they are working on is done. some other times their work was easier and closer and they would be able to come home at the end of the day.

these last months have been hard for you. bella was working on a massive project that needed them to be constantly traveling and it meant that they wouldn’t be back in a long time. of course, you made sure to keep connection via messages, phone calls and video calls. mostly in the middle of the night when the day was over and you were free to talk and express how much you missed each other. but lately, you’ve noticed how tired bella was every night they called and it broke your heart to realize you were taking resting time from them.

that wasn’t the only thing that was troubling you. you both agreed to keep your relationship private, they didn’t want you to deal with the consequences of people knowing about you being a couple. bella knew how nosy and difficult people could be with that type of thing. it didn’t help that they were being more recognized and that people knew they were non-binary. the eyes of young girls were straight at them and it was flattering but a bit overwhelming. along with the eyes of judgement from the world.

with that being said, there you were, sitting in the comfort of your sofa watching the newest interview that came out just a couple of hours before. and there they were, on the screen, sitting with the cast in front of the interviewer. wearing an elegant suit that fitted them so well and a smile that made your heart go like crazy.

bella told you the night before that this would be the last interview before coming back home and the happiness you both shared was enormous to be described with words.

“so tell us, bella” the interviewer leaned closer holding the question cards on his hands in suspense. “the world wants to know, is there a special someone waiting for you?” the room was filled with screams from the audience and your heart skipped a beat while you stayed still.

you could see in their face a sort of nervousness before their characteristic smile appeared making them look so collected and attractive… and so confident about their answer.

“there’s no one special, no”

their adorable laugh sounded so real and there it was, that feeling again. the terrible feeling that came with knowing that the person you were in love with had to say those things to the world about you, about your relationship.

of course, it wasn’t the truth and you knew it but hearing it constantly cut deep in your heart. it wasn’t fair. you started to feel more and more lonely being apart for so long and loneliness was a horrible thing to feel in a relationship. it created insecurities you didn’t have before.

what it they get bored of me? what if they decide i’m too plain for their life? you see, listening to your lover say that there isn’t anyone waiting for them when you’ve been counting every second since the day they left, was harsh.

so there you laid. crying for hours deep in your negative thoughts, finding comfort in the softness of your fluffy sofa pillow until you feel asleep.

bella’s arrival was faster that they had expected to their excitement. they needed to see you. longed to touch you, hug you, feel you. without caring about anything else, bella went straight to your apartment with their luggage and all but didn’t wait for you to open since they wanted it to be a mini surprise.

the moment they entered your home and walked through the living room, they saw you sleeping in the sofa. the softness in bella’s eyes took over immediately. you looked so peaceful and angelic. you wouldn’t even imagine how much they desired to be able to sleep with you in their arms every night you were apart, their only comfort being your night calls and messages.

bella carefully walked closer to the sofa and kneeled in front of you, just admiring you. they could stay like that forever. nothing else mattered now that you were only a step away.

their fingers gently traced the bridge of your nose and moved to delicately tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. you were slowly waking up when they noticed your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks.

“bella?” your lovely sleepy voice called for them while you sat and they smiled at that. the need to ask you what was going on was almost desperate, the idea of you hurting was too much for them.

“hey, baby. i’m home” they whispered in order not to disturb your sleepy state while their hand cupped your cheek. “what’s wrong, y/n?”

the sincere worry in their eyes made your tears come back like a rainstorm. because now that they were here, those thoughts seemed so stupid it made you embarrassed. how could you even think about them leaving you in such a cruel way? however, the insecurity and hurt were still there. and you knew you needed to talk about it.

“no no no, love” bella was by your side hugging you tight at the speed of light. “shh, i’m here” their hand was caressing your hair, comforting you like only they knew to do.

“i’m sorry” you let out between your tears and hold tight to the soft material of their t-shirt. you felt the need to apologize for your thoughts while bella’s mind was a confused mess but they gave you the space and comfort you needed at that moment.

“whenever you’re ready, baby” bella would wait all the time you needed to listen to you and try and understand why you were in that state. it could never be a bother to them, they would help you and be there for you because you were too treasured to them.

“it’s so dumb” you acknowledged to yourself, face pressed to their chest between their arms.

“not to me”

you sighed and separated your body from theirs only a little bit to be able to look at them. their hand found yours so you were able to play with their rings like you used to do when you were bored or nervous. they just knew you so well.

“i saw the latest interview…” bella’s face showed the realization of what you meant exactly. their eyes found yours again and tears formed in them.

“y/n” your chest ached at the desperate sight of them. “i need you to understand that what i said wasn’t what i wanted to say. that’s not the truth, that’s not us. i just said that because of what we agreed, baby. nothing else”

“i know, it just hurt the same” you explained and licked your lips nervously before bella’s hands cupped your cheeks, making you look at them with attention.

“i would never want to hurt you” you knew that, of course you knew that. bella would never do anything to cause you harm and them reassuring you was what your heart needed to heal from all the pain caused by those months being apart.

“i tell you what” bella’s gentle voice made you come back from your thoughts and you blinked a couple of times making you look adorable in their eyes. “from now on i’ll make sure to let everyone know i’m in a happy relationship with the girl of my dreams but keeping it private”

“you mean without revealing personal information and stuff?” you asked and they nodded with a cute smile looking at you, waiting patiently for your opinion on it. “i… i’d like that” you nodded with the prettiest little smile, warming their heart again.

“there’s that beautiful smile i adore” their thumb touched your bottom lip slightly and their eyes looked at your lips. those lips they dreamed to kiss for all those months. “i missed you so much, babe” they whispered as if it was a secret they didn’t tell you every night.

“come here, then” your doe eyes invited them to join you in the sofa, which they did in less than two seconds.

you cuddled all night long and at one point bella took their phone without you noticing, taking a picture of your intertwined legs only and posting it to their instagram stories only with the word “home” in it.

@poeverse

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey headcanons #fluff #fanfic #lgbtq #request

[fourseasonsfigs]

Harper's Bazaar Game

I have enough Bazaar figs at this point to fill up more than one fig stand - but I'm still happy to get more. With any luck, I might manage to put together the whole shoot at this rate!

The inspiration for this fig set are these pictures from the official Harper's Bazaar x 山河令 issue:

And since the photos aren't quite enough, here's one of the official videos, featuring our favorite extremely charged weiqi game:

The scene with the crossed arms is at 1.08.

I do feel you need a pic with the full body outfits for fig comparison pics, so let me rustle up another one...

Didn't mind going back to this pic one bit! In fact, the less frequently posted but just as good second pic in this set...

We deserve it! Side note...I do NOT have a fig set of this scene yet, which seems like a grave oversight. That's all. I'm just saying. Please and thank you fig makers!

These two arrived safely in their polystyrene boxes. I have to say at this point, I'm pretty sold on these boxes as a protection mechanism - I've had extremely good look with them. I used to air bubble wrap everything, but these days I don't, which not only dramatically reduces the shipping volume, therefore saving me expensive ship costs, but dramatically increases my will to live when staring down huge boxes of solidly taped shut bubble wrap.

Here's a close up of these figs - please note the Zhehan socks and woven leather shoes combo and Gong Jun's big stompy boots, I love them.

Here's their benches too. The benches are nice and stable, no wobbles here.

And here they are! Look at those FACES. You know how much I love that sideways smile! This is the fig maker that always does the beauty marks on the ears too, which is always a nice touch.

These are just too perfect. I like the poses quite a bit, with Zhehan's hand on the bench and Junjun's on his knee.

Those are some shorter shorts there, gentlemen. I'd say they were at least mid-thigh length.

I ended up gluing them down as they didn't balance at all on the seats. I have learned (the hard way!) that fig stickers only work if the figs are pretty perfectly balanced to begin with.

This is time for my obligatory comment on how much I love Zhehan's hair in this style. Just amazing, my all time favorite.

You can see how the chairs are quite stable here - all four legs on the ground for each one!

I'm so happy these delicate pieces survived shipping intact!

This is a nice shot of Zhehan's curling-up smile.

And we're back around! What cuties. The fig maker did such a nice job with these - the eyes and expressions are just top notch.

I feel like the fig makers have really dialed in the process at this point! We get such good quality and such good detail.

Nice and flat undersides here, so they sit firmly in the chairs - at least once they have a little bit of glue.

Their feet are even posed differently (and cutely!) no replication of body types here.

I'll say once again how much I love Zhehan's hand on the bench. Adorable.

One last shot of them posing in their picture shot - I guess I should have scooted them in a little bit more so their wrists would have crossed!

Our very beautiful fig cards.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 462

Scene Count: 31 (I already used this little scene before!)

Rating: Our favorite game

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #gong jun #zhang zhehan #word of honor cast #shl cast #word of honor #word of honor merch

[1p2p-heta-suggestives]

2p japan nsfw alphabet please??

Read more is here for now so people don’t read this kind of content without wanting to

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• He’ll get them a drink and some painkillers but that’s really about it, he’s not good with the whole affection after sex thing. He just wants to take a bath and have a nap with them.

B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• He likes his hands, there’s no particular reason as to why, he just does

• He’s an ass guy, he will actively stare and not even be ashamed if he’s caught doing it

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

• He likes seeing their face covered in his cum, he thinks that it’s adorable

D - Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• Plays porn games (e.g. huniepop, cloud meadow, etc) on a near basis, he has way too many hours on games like that, he refuses to admit it

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• Not actually that experienced despite how much of a horny mess he is

F - Favorite position (This goes without saying)

• Doggy style, he thinks it’s the best because it’s easiest to spank them, pull their hair, choke them, etc.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

• Not goofy during sex, he’s pretty serious during it because he has this very dominant sexual persona

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

• Not that well groomed, he doesn’t really care to shave or anything of that nature. It’s the same colour as his hair.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

• Not intimate at all, he’ll make sure they’re alright and that they cum but that’s about as “intimate” as he gets during sex

J - Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

• Numerous times a day, he’s in his room most of the time so it’s another way that he passes the time

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Brat taming

• Edging people

• He’s very sadistic

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

• His room, he rarely leaves the place so it’s unsurprising he always prefers to fuck there

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• Someone wearing any kind of revealing clothes, he will stare at them and realise he’s hard

N - No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Being edged, he’ll edge someone else for hours but he gets pissy when they do it back

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• Absolutely prefers receiving, he’s not all that good at giving and he knows that so he tries to get out of doing it

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

• Fast and rough, always, he just cannot finish it it’s all slow and sensual

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• He loves them, he’s be perfectly happy with getting a quickie

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

• Adores both of them, experimenting and risks are something that he loves

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

• Maybe 5 rounds with breaks in between but then he’s too tired and needs to rest, he lasts about 8 minutes so very average

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• He owns a lot, name it and he probably has it. Vibrators, fleshlights, rope, cuffs, blindfolds, whips, riding crops, whatever. It’s a mix for who it’s used on.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

• He absolutely teases all the time, he loves seeing how needy people can get

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• Mostly just groaning, he’s not really that loud, he’s very vocal when degrading them though

W - Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

• Wants a fuck buddy but is too awkward to talk to people about it, so it’s a very far away dream from him

X - X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• Very average, uncut and around 5 inches, has an apadravya piercing

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• It’s really high, one of the highest of all 2ps, he is borderline insatiable

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• Doesn’t fall asleep afterwards, he’ll rest but he won’t go to sleep unless it’s his usual time to sleep (early hours in the morning)

#Hetalia Smut #2p #Hetalia #2p Hetalia #2p Japan #2ptalia #2p Headcanons #2p Hetalia Headcanons #2ptalia Headcanons #Nsfvv Alphabet

[roxineedstosleep]

Battison reaction to Nightwing... especial suit.

(credits to their respective author)

I recently saw this post on Pinterest, of one of Dick's old Nightwing costumes… and I got to thinking, how would Battison have reacted to it? I mean, Battison is our emo old money mew mew mew and he's got a comically different style of dress.

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Then… We can all agree that Bruce Wayne is our favourite emo mew mew old money in ALL of Gotham, right?

We're talking about Bruce Wayne!!!, he listens to Metallica, My Chemical Romance, probably the odd Green Day album, definitely Nirvana among other local bands in his city. But he is also a HUGE fan of classical opera and orchestral music; he sponsors many performances, actually.

No one can deny that black is HIS colour. It suits him, it suits him beautifully and he KNOWS how to wear a high cardigan with leather boots, comfortable dark office trousers and a Victorian style shirt, with a pair of sunglasses, without any effort.

(At least not on his part, Alfred surely forced him to wear them for that charity gala, threatening to burn his favourite MCR sweater if he didn't wear the right clothes for the event).

Add to that the fact that Bruce, despite being an emo mew mew old money that we all love, prefers to wear sportswear and worn-out pyjamas... well, he is rich as hell.

BUT also, he has extremely fine tastes: his leaky, worn-out Nirvana, MCR and other bands? those t-shirts and sweaters were actually designed exclusively for him; by some fashion designer colleague or friend who has 3 or 4 galleries and shops in Paris. The white socks that Alfred keeps having to wash even though a cheese have less holes on it? Gucci. His wallet that is so worn out that you can drop a coin or a platinum card? Versache.

All those personalised, in short, for his pleasure. He is to only user of the planet that had a Versache wallet personalised with the Nirvana logo.

And I refuse to believe that Dick didn't grow up with all that kind of material girl life style. Dick is the only child to have his own LV school bag with a redesign of each of his favourite Pokemon. And use and adorable Gucci oxfords that Bruce ask, exclusively, for him. So THEY can match during important events.

But hey, the kid grown up and flew far of the nest… AND He came out in one of his suits (the one in the photo) during his first patrol as Nightwing. I can see, I FEEL, that Bruce almost had a cardiac arrest when he first saw his son in THAT.

His baby was dressed like a failed attempt at a!!! ... God, even he didn't know what kind of madness Dick was using. He knows that he raised him with an outrageous lifestyle and not always the big fashion statement. If it weren't for the galas and social events Alfred forced him to attend, Bruce would surely be living in his pyjamas and sportswear.. But what was that?

He feels that even to say he looks like a drag queen and a stripper would be an insult to the profession and all the art that goes with it.

Or Worst of all the last NOnos of his list:

The costume is not bulletproof yet?? Is from a cheap not durable material??? Now he's going to have cardiac failure.

What happened to all the allowance and the special and exclusive edition Nike sports tights that you sent him a few days ago?

And he, Brucie emo old money mew mew, can hear what he once said to Alfred when he started dressing Emo.

"It's not a phase Al, it's a lifestyle."

And well… his was a lifestyle. But he prayed to God and all the deities in the universe that Dick and his suit were JUST a phase.

Or at least his suit if it was bulletproof. At least that would give him less pain in his material heart.

#dick grayson #batfam imagine #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam shenanigans #battinson #batman #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #richard grayson #dc robin #Battison is ma material girl #Battison and Robin!Dick #batman comics #dcu #Alfred is like yes karmaaaa

[guitarriffsolo]

❗️Stolas NSFW alphabet❗️

(This is actually my husband guys)

A - Aftercare

Usually he’s the one whining to be pampered after sex but once he has been well taken care of he will make sure to ask if you’re feeling okay as well. He will get you anything you need even if he’s exhausted

B - Body part

For him, he loves his long bird like legs and they way they fit so nicely over your shoulders <3. On you he loves your belly idk why I can just picture him giving so many tummy kisses and always holding onto your waist. He loves someone with a little pudge tbh

C - Cum

He wants you to cum everywhere on him. His face, his stomach his chest, anywhere you please he’ll gladly accept it.

D - Dom or Sub?

Hugeee sub and only sub. Most he’ll do is be a service top if you request so.

E - Experience

Not very experienced but watched plenty of porn and is always ready to jump into whatever. Really his only experience was Blitzø. The only time him and Stella fucked was when they needed to produce an heir.

F - Favorite position

He loves a good doggy style but will honestly be happy in whatever position you put him in. If he is playing a service top though he only wants missionary to not only watch you but to know that you are seeing him fall apart.

G - Goofy?

He will be a bit giddy at first but then he quickly settles down once his brain has been turned into subby little mush

H - Hair

Now that I think about it I don’t even think theres hair there. Like I think it’s just more feathers.

I - Intimacy

Very intimate and expects the exact same from you

J - Jack off

Would sometimes try to masturbate but is quickly disappointed realizing it’s very hard to make himself feel the way you make him feel and decides its best to let you take care of such things.

K - Kinks

Pretty much an open book to any sort of bdsm. But his favs are impact play, bondage, and sensory deprivation

L - Location

Bedroom pretty much is it. He loves to fantasize of a public quickie but he is still royalty and does still have an image to maintain.

M - Motivation

Very easily turned on. Touch his feathers the right way and he is rock hard begging to be fucked

N - NO

Again, a pretty open book but I truly cannot picture him being into any bathroom things. Maybe I’m biased cuz those are just my turn offs idk

O - Oral

Doesn’t have a huge preference between giving and receiving oral. He’s a flustered mess when receiving and very much squirming the entire time. He loves to see you face when giving oral and feels so proud he can make you feel good.

P - Pace

Loves it fast, rough, and hard but can never deny a slow sensual banging when he’s tuckered out from a bad day.

Q - Quickie

Thinks quickies are soo hot and loves them on days when he’s busy. Though they would never ever beat a full on scene.

R - Risk

Always game to try something new. He loves adding a spark and experimentation into the bedroom.

S - Stamina

Will last pretty much as long as you please. He gets whiny while being overstimulated but he loves it so much and will let you go as long as you please.

T - Toys

Loves all types of toys. Always finding toys you didn’t even know existed but he loves trying all sorts of tools to help that sexy spark.

U - Unfair

Too desperate to be a tease

V - Volume

Very loud, gags are very handy between you two. During sexy he makes lots of owl noises such as hoots and chirps that you find oh so adorable.”

W - Wild card

Can be whiny but not a huge brat because he tries his absolute best to be a super good boy for you. Though he will sometimes fail to suppress all his fussing if he’s being denied.

X - X-ray

His cock is an average length a tiny bit on the skinnier side. Uncut with a slight curve at the end.

Y - Yearning

Very high sex drive and libido. Like some constant fucking machine (I swear it’s concerning sometimes)

Z - Zzz

He tries to stay awake until he’s feeling a bit better. That way he can properly take care of you as well. He also gets a bit insecure afterwards sometimes so that can keep him up

#stolas #stolas goetia #helluva boss #helluva stolas #helluvaverse #helluva boss headcanon

[nocompromise-noregrets]

five good things

because I'm utterly exhausted after two bad nights' sleep and not getting the most out of my time off work, so let's remind myself of the good stuff...

I'm off work for two weeks, hooray! The plan is to study, write a lot for Barduil Month, write an assignment (project plan for end of module assessment comparing extracts from the script for FotR and the book), do some housework and generally chill out; so far I've only managed the chilling out bit (I spent 11.5 hours in bed on Sunday night and slept for 4.5 of those hours; it took me six hours to fall asleep >.< no apparent reason at all, and then last night I slept longer but kept waking up aargh). But hey, I didn't have to go to work!

I've written something for day 30 of Barduil Month and am currently working on day 28 :D Super excited for this event and super excited about the ideas I'm having! (check it out at @bi-widower-dads if you haven't already!)

I had a lovely birthday yesterday despite the exhaustion (special thank yous to @spiced-wine-fic for the card and book, I'm really looking forward to getting stuck into that!, and to @scary-grace for the fic omg!); we finished watching Endeavour in the evening (very entertained that the villain of the week seemed to be a massive dig at Laurence Fox XDDDD ), I have the very nice Franziskaner Royal in the beer machine and the missus got me some new bike gear because I was due a new helmet and my jeans and jacket don't fit properly since I spent two years sitting on my backside eating food, so I have some awesome new stuff. The brother and sisterinlaw sent me a stained glass/glass-painting kit, and despite my utter lack of artistic talent I think I might be able to do something with it (they like to use their imagination when selecting presents, which tends to be a bit hit-and-miss, but this might just be a hit); and my lovely German friends sent me the Känguru-Comics book of cartoons and also sent on the t-shirt that was supposed to be a Christmas present from the missus only the seller sent the wrong size so we had to get them to send the right one, and the complication of no longer being in the EU meant we had to send it to the girls and get them to send on because the seller no longer ships to the UK, sigh. Anyway, it's an awesome bike-gang-style design for the Riders of Rohan and I adore it.

I've been watching Expert Witness which is a daytime BBC show about forensic experts solving criminal cases, and finding it really interesting; there's a forensic linguist whose work has been a case study on my course and he's appeared twice on it, for starters. Plus I am morbidly interested in this sort of thing anyway; and the daytime BBC One shows always entertain me because the common thread is always 'there are bad people out there but you mustn't worry because they always get caught' (yes, it's an oversimplification, but trust me, it's always there in the narration) - catering for the anxious daytime audience, whether it's consumer affairs, wrong'uns caught on camera, traffic police catching people who drive like wankers, forensic experts catching wrong'uns...always couched in very reassuring terms XD

I'm planning a Hobbit/LotR rewatch although so far I've been too knackered for it, and tomorrow Ted Lasso is back! :D :D :D I need to catch up with Daisy Jones and the Six too, although...I dunno...it's all right, but the casting is super weird; Billy looks the right age in the 20-years-later documentary sequences but too old in the 1970s scenes, whereas everyone else looks the right age in the '70s and too young in the 20-years-later bits, and it's really throwing me out of it, especially Graham and Eddie. But it's enjoyable enough, and the songs are great, so... *shrugs*

We had a good afternoon/evening out on Saturday - went up to the outlet centre at the docks, got some excellent new makeup (I barely wear any, not having the opportunity for clubs or gigs much any more, but I've taken to wearing some to go to the pub every Friday because why the hell not, so I fancied some new stuff, including some more metallic eyeshadow and a fantastic metallic purple lipstain :D ), went to the Brewhouse, which was full of rugby lads and wasn't doing their usual seasonal witbier, so we went to a different pub for an hour or so and then went to our dinner reservation at the semi-fancy French bistro where lovely Tom from t'pub now works, and got to see him and have a chat and have some lovely food and free kir royales for signing up for the newsletter, and cocktails at the end of the night that didn't show up on the bill, which I suspect lovely Tom had something to do with, and generally had a great time. That's our going-out-out quota fulfilled for the year XDDDD

Think that's it for now. Back to day 28 of Barduil Month, it's getting angsty!

#five good things #my writing

[starryeyedadmirer]

Harry Styles: Cookie Belly

!!CW!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bodily Gasses, Mention of the Bathroom (Just the word “Poo” 😂), Bloating

Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day, and I've gotten Harry his favorite gift in the world: three dozen of my aunt's special holiday cookies. Having devoured the contents of all three containers, Harry's belly is going pretty wild — swelling up, and releasing gas like a deflating balloon. It may not be the ideal Valentine's Day - being cozied up with such a bloated, gassy Harry - but, while suffering the wrath of his horrid stench, I quickly come to realize that it's all that I could've ever wanted, and more.

Words: 4,170

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I used to really hate Valentine's Day, back before Harry and I got together. All of the lovey-dovey bullshit being shoved down my throat every year; the happy couples parading around town, smiling at one another, and holding hands, as if they couldn't be any happier; all the pink heart-shaped candies, and assorted chocolates. I just couldn't stand it.

Why did there have to be an entire holiday dedicated to something as fitful as love? Why did it matter so much to so many people?

I guess I just didn't understand what it felt like to be romantically involved with someone else, back then... to have somebody by my side — who I could depend on; made me feel secure; and cared for me, unconditionally. Once Harry and I started dating, and I realized what I'd been missing out on, I finally understood what the hoopla around February 14th had been all about.

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Each year, when Valentine's Day comes along, Harry shows me just how special he thinks I am. He showers me with the most adorable presents — roses, hand-written cards, dinner dates, and chocolates — until I'm practically buried underneath a mountain of gifts. No offering is ever too grand for me, in his eyes... no matter how big, or expensive it may be. To him, I deserve the world. When the night falls, he picks up his guitar and serenades me with a medley of beautiful songs; working the words "I love you" into the lyrics somehow... a simple declaration, that never fails to move me, no matter how many times I've heard it before.

I always do the best that I can to reciprocate his affection, with heartfelt gestures of my own... though it's tough. The things I do for him just can't compare to anything that he's done for me, but he never makes a fuss about it. I try to cook him a nice breakfast before he wakes up in the morning, take him out to the park for little picnics, buy him clothes, and get him a couple of records from Danny's Record Store... but his favorite gift of all is my Aunt Joni's homemade V-Day cookies. From his very first taste of them, he was hooked... and now, eating them together has become a holiday tradition of ours. He absolutely loves them... probably more than he loves me. They never last too long in our house.

Those sugary treats are the only gifts of mine that can ever compete with the ones that he gets for me every year. I always make sure to grab him a huge batch whenever the 14th comes back around... and this year, I managed to snag three dozen large, frosted cookies from Joni's kitchen. With today being our fifth Valentine's Day together, and us having nothing planned for the afternoon, we're spending the evening at home in bed — spooning and eating delicious junk-food... and Harry's had more than enough of his fair share of sweets.

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"Mmmph, that was good." Harry grunts — peering over my shoulder at the empty cookie box, as he picks the clumps of pink frosting from his teeth. "Was that the last of them? Shame. Those things were incredible!" My head resting heavy on his shoulder, he wraps his right arm around me, and places his hand on my hip. "Thanks for grabbing so many cartons for me, babe. You've made my holiday."

"Of course, Harry." I reply — burying my face deeper into the side of his neck. "I just couldn't help myself, knowing how much you love them. I saw the stack of boxes sitting on Joni's countertop; I had to steal them. Didn't expect you to eat so many cookies in one day though. Lord only knows how much sugar she puts into those things."

"If you ask me, I'd say it's just the right amount. Makes me feel all warm and tingly inside." He nestles his chin up against the top of my head, and plants a tender kiss onto my scalp. "My tummy is all happy and full, thanks to them."

"Good. After that disaster of a breakfast I made for you this morning, it's a miracle you're not in the hospital right now, with food poisoning... or something worse. I'll admit, that bacon omelette wasn't my best work. I'm just glad your gut is good and full, and not upset at me." I let my hand wander down from my side and find it's way onto his stomach, and slip it under the bottom of his shirt. It's somewhat tough, and round beneath my fingertips... packed up, nice and tight. If I didn't know any better, I would suspect that I'd accidentally gotten him knocked up somehow, just by the expanse of his midsection... but, I can tell by how lax its surface is that it's only a little bloating. "Feels like you're pretty stuffed, actually. Think you maybe overdid it, Harry?" I push the end of his shirt up to his chest, and let it hang from his uppermost-brace of nipples — revealing to him the full magnitude of his inflation.

"Of course not." He assures me, unmoved by the size of his stomach. "I could eat four dozen of those things! Five, even! My belly's feeling a bit funny... but, trust me, it's nothing. I'm fine." He looks over at me with his enchanting smile — the top-toothed simper that I've come to love over the last five years — dispelling any ounce of concern that may have overcome me, in a single instant. Just by the twinkle in his gorgeous green-blue eyes, and the sparkle of his grin, it's clear that he's feeling okay; getting on just fine.

Beaming back at him, I plant a tender kiss on his neck, and slither my way to the edge of the bed. The sheets crinkle and twist underneath my body as I reposition myself atop them — laying down on my side, in a perpendicular position to Harry's form, as he watches me struggle. It's hard work, getting myself situated... but it's all made worth it once I'm rested beside him, with my left ear placed on his adorably distended tummy; listening to it's roaring outcries as it processes Joni's goodies. Even through the cloth of his shirt, I can hear his intestines churning and gurgling inside of him... doing the best they can to pass the massive load of frosting and sugar that he's just consumed. "Wow!" I laugh. "It's really noisy in there. Sounds like you've got a tumble wash inside of you, turning a big load of clothes. I think this is the most I've ever heard your guts talk!"

"Really? Are they that loud? Well... what are they saying?"

"Sounds to me like they're angry at us... like they're saying: 'What the fuck! We're over capacity in here!' I think they're cursing us out."

"Wow, that sounds pretty bad. You'd better ignore it. Hey, hon... think you can hear me making poo over all that yelling?"

"Oh, don't be so gross!" I shout at him, giving his belly a gentle peck. "That's disgusting! But... yeah... I guess I can. My shoddy breakfast, and all three dozen of those cookies are in there somewhere, getting mashed up... or whatever happens inside your gut. I'm sure that's what all this ruckus is about."

"Me making poo? Seems like all that food is just running right through me today, huh? Moving out of the way for more."

"More? Harry, there's no way you could eat anything else. Not after all the crap you've put down today. That's ridiculous! It's almost as if you're trying to make your stomach explode. And why are you so fascinated with the idea of making poo?"

"I was just being funny, babe. I'm not serious. I'm not hungry anymore, I swear. Just listen to my gut right now." He takes my crown into his palm — clutching it as though it's a basketball — and presses my face even harder against his body, smushing my features into his bloated form.

Before I can regain my strength, and unearth my nose from the depths of his bellybutton, he forces out a boisterous squall of wind from his ass. "See? Does that sound like a hungry gut to you?" The foul stench of his colon invades my nostrils almost as quickly as it flows out from his ass — cloaking the even more unpleasant fetor of his dirty navel like a thick blanket. "There's no space in there for me to eat anything more. It's utterly impossible!"

His emission is sour — smelling as though he's fallen ill with a stomach bug — a powerful, sickening odor... like nothing I've ever inhaled before. It must be the breakfast I made that's turned his stomach, or expired baking ingredients. Whatever the cause for such an awful stench, it's created an aromatic titan.

"Ugh. Harry! Why would you do that? You stink!" I yell helplessly — trying my hardest to free myself from his grip, as he holds me in place. "Let me go! What the hell! Let go of me!" Stuck within the rancid cloud of his gaseous excretion, and buried in the cavernous hole in the middle of his belly, I can't help but to breathe them both in as I struggle to break loose. Part of me wants to vomit all over him, and make him regret playing such a childish joke... but, deep down, something in me finds pleasure in the way he smells.

I've always enjoyed the atmosphere of his natural musk, albeit in secret. The fragrance of the gunk that sits behind his ears, the putrid dirt laid deep within the depths of his bellybutton, the sweaty crevices between his toes, his swampy ass crack after a long run, even the stench of his usual farts — they've all got a special place in my heart — and though this new aroma may be far more unpleasant than anything I've smelled from him before, it still belongs to him. It's a part of him, somehow... an odor that was birthed from within his womb... and for that simple fact alone, I waste no time coming to love it too.

"Oh, do I? You mean to tell me that I don't smell like sugar and strawberries? That's odd." His stomach growing even louder than before — and seemingly becoming larger underneath my lips — he pushes out yet another nasty gust of air... this one sounding a bit wet, and slaps his hand against his belly. "Ah, man. That's good."

"C'mon, Harry." I shriek, trying to get him to release me. "Take it easy! You smell like shit! I can't believe you're acting like this on Valentine's Day! You're supposed to be a gentleman!"

"Can't help it, baby... I'm making poo!"

"What the fuck!" It's unreal to me, the way Harry is behaving right now — how disgusting he's being... although I do enjoy it quite a bit. I've never seen him act like such a slob before — be so visceral, and unrestrained... so... sexy. It's almost animalistic, in a sense.

He's usually very well-mannered, and pleasant — the kind of guy who opens doors for me whenever we're out in public, and helps me around the house... the kind of guy who'd never pass gas around me, out of respect for my space — but now, he's thriving in his natural state; his natural odor... and holding me close to his body, so that I can revel in it too. What more could I want in this moment? Thorny Roses? A flimsy card? A song?

This wasn't exactly how I thought I'd be spending Valentine's Day this year, but I wouldn't change it at one bit... not for all of the flowers and chocolates in the world. We're closer to one another than we've ever been before. He's all mine, to have my way with, and breathe in as I please.

Giving into the heavenly stench, I press my lips over the fatty rim of his bellybutton — sucking up all of the muck and grime that laid deep within the craterous little hole — and dip my tongue into it, allowing it to plunge down as far as it can go. It's so tight... so deep... so smelly. The bitter, gritty taste of sweat and dirt overcomes my mouth immediately, sending my tastebuds into a panic... but I'd rather have the tang of Harry's filthy flesh in my mouth than any sweet treat — even Joni's cookies.

"Whoa," he sighs — taken aback by my sudden advance. "W—What are you doing to me, babe? That feels so good." He promptly relaxes his grip on my crown, and sits up on his elbows — watching in awe as I make love to his bloated body. "Oh, fuck! That's incredible! Oh my god, keep going. Please!"

His midsection as swollen and flexed as ever — looking as though he's a newly pregnant mother — and his filthy bellybutton fastly closing in around my tongue, I continue to explore the gorgeous hole, until the dirt-filled cesspool is brimming with my sticky saliva. "Mmmmph... fuuuuuck."

Harry's tummy gurgles and twists underneath the tip of my tongue — rolls around inside, in a single, solid mass... like an overpacked washing machine — as he does his best to hold still. His face as red as an apple, his hands gripped tight on the bedsheets, and his little toes sprawled out to their limits, he just can't hold himself together any longer. "Fuck!" He cries out — his throat straining with incredible tension! "I think I'm going to explode!" Unleashing the full magnitude of his gut, he releases the tension that's built up in his abdomen, and lets his stomach stretch out as far as it can — smothering me with his belly.

"Whoa!" I laugh, gladly allowing myself to be suffocated against his rapidly expanding body. "Harry, I've never seen you so big before! You look like you're about to give birth to something! You're huge!"

He's always had a problem with bloating. Having such a sensitive stomach, he blows up after nearly every meal he eats... and constantly carries the weight of his overgrown foodbabies around with him, until it's time to pass them. For him, having a little belly after such a large snack is a normal occurrence... but his stomach has never blown up to this scale before — to around three times it's usual size, in only a matter of seconds. He's so tight that it looks as though it could rupture... and he's not dealing with the pain well.

"I know." He groans, clasping his hands onto either side of his stomach — as though his water has broken, and he's come into an active labor. "It hurts like hell. Feels like I'm going to burst. I'm so full of air right now."

"M—Maybe Joni came up with a new recipe this year. Those cookies did taste a bit different when I visited her this weekend. Maybe you're sensitive to one of the new ingredients. I'll give her a call!"

"No... no! Don't call her. Please, just lay with me... and rub my belly. I swear, baby, I've just got gas. It'll pass soon."

"Okay."

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My right hand sat on his belly — rubbing big circles into his skin — Harry looks down at me with those sweet, blue-green eyes of his, and plants a tender kiss onto my temple. "Thank you for doing this." He whispers to me. "Taking care of me this way. I know I've ruined the evening. Don't know why I acted like that a few minutes ago... I completely lost my manners."

"Awe, Harry, it's fine. You didn't ruin anything, I swear it. Your tummy is bothering you... you gotta get some relief. Sure, it smells like ass in here... and you're basically pregnant with a foodbaby right now... but it's no big deal." Gazing down at his gut, I return his kiss — sealing my lips over one of his nipples — and trace a heart shape on the skin around his navel, with the tip of my index finger. "I don't mind the smell at all... and... I think your belly's kind of cute."

"Do you really?" He smirks at me — shivering as I pull my lips away from his chest. "But I'm so big... so fat."

"Yeah. I do. I always wondered what you'd look like if I got you pregnant one day... if you blew up, and gained a bunch of weight while my baby was inside you. It's stupid... I know... but, now I have an idea of how you'd look. You'd be so adorable pregnant, Harry! Just a shame it's only a wad of cookies in there, and not a real kid."

"Feels like it is to me. It's like... there's something solid in there... floating around inside of me." He sways his butt back and forth atop the sheets — his belly shaking like a bowl of gelatin below my finger. It sounds as though it's full of liquid... a big water tank, jostling around inside of him. "Ya know, you were right... I should've taken it easy on the sweets. I thought I could handle it, but three cartons-worth of cookies is more than enough for me. I'm so stuffed... and, I'm starting to regret that I didn't save myself a full box, for later. Should've kept one free."

"I can get you another... but only if you swear you won't eat the whole thing at once."

"No. I'm good. Your aunt's a brilliant baker, but I don't need any more. They just don't agree with me." With a sudden, loud churning sound, his stomach stirs... and then, there's a terrible rumbling down in his hips. "See what I mean?" He whimpers. "Mmmph... they're moving through me like a bullet train. It hurts like hell."

"Think this is a gas pain, baby?" I ask him, growing restless at the mere thought of inhaling another cloud of his wonderful stench. "Go ahead... let it out, if you can. I don't mind... as long as you're comfortable."

"Yeah... URRRGGG... I think it may be."

"Well... see if you can force it out. Just try."

"Alright. I guess... NNMMMGG... I guess I'll give it a go." Struggling to unbind the large sphere of gas that's built up inside him, and overtaxing himself in the process, he manages to labor through his abdominal pain, and pushes out a good fart — an eruptive, hefty gust. It sounds as though there's been an explosion in the back of his pants... a boom of hot wind... and smells even worse than the one before.

"Ooh, that was good, baby." I assure him. "Keep going with those, and you'll be feeling better in no time. Got any more in the chamber?"

The smell of him sitting heavy in the air, I take in a deep breath, and slip my finger into his shallowed, wet navel — as somewhat of a reward, for such a good passing.

"I... I think so." He answers, startled by the new sensation. "Let me see."

Curious, I wait patiently for another breeze to come rushing out from his guts — giving his navel a proper, slow fingering, and watching intently as he tries his hardest to force one out — but, to my sheer disappointment, nothing comes through. His face blushed a rosy red, eyebrows and nose scrunched tight, abdominal muscles contracted, and navel damp with spit — Harry pushes with all of his might... overworking himself, for no result.

"Okay... okay, Harry." I sigh, swirling my limber digit around the brim of his belly hole. "Don't force it. If there's anything left inside you, it'll come out when it needs to."

"UUURGGGH... I wish I could just push it all out, nice and easy... but I guess this is what I get for being such a pig. God, it hurts so bad!" He let's out an angry groan — throwing his head forward in utter frustration — and locks his eyes onto my hand. "What's with you and my belly button, babe? You've been playing with it so much lately. Is there frosting in there, or something?"

"No. I just think it's really cute! Especially now that you're so bloated. It's not so deep anymore... and it stinks. I like it."

"What is wrong with you?" He giggles, as I continue to play with his navel — having grown fairly used to my tendency to fixate on the oddest of things. "You're so strange, hon. Ya know what, give me your finger. I want to have a sniff... see what this stink is all about." Harry takes my wrist into his hand, and pulls my finger up to his nose — having a whiff of his own foul fetor. "God, that's bad!" He gags, sniffing it once more. "It's like... curdled cheese, and sweat! Why do you like that so much, babe? You're mental!"

"I don't know." I reply. "I just do. You get used to it after a while."

"Really? MMMMFFPH. Well, I'm in no place to judge. I have to admit, I enjoyed it quite a bit when you had your tongue stuck in there. Felt like you were inside me... in a good way... not like these cookies. Tickled my tummy."

"Yeah? Well... how about I give your tummy another tickle. How's that sound?"

"Mmmm... sounds good." His grip on my arm falters as I slip my tongue back into his navel — as though he's already on the verge of an intense orgasm. "Fuck! That's so sensitive." He moans. "When'd you learn to do this?"

"A few minutes ago. Got curious... couldn't help it."

"Well, you're really good at it." My finger still pressed to his face, he bends his legs at the knees, and spreads them wide — digging his little toes into the covers — as though he's preparing to give birth to our cookie baby, as it turns in his womb. "Uuuhhh... it tickles."

"Sounds like this is really helping." I burble into the hole — trying my best to speak clearly, with my mouth hanging open. "You're not in as much pain."

"No. My belly... auuggh... is so happy right now. It loves this, baby." As though it knows it's own name... and exactly how to ruin our fun... his stomach rumbles loudly once more — letting out a low, prolonged bellow — and quickly begins to deflate.

"Uh oh. Looks like the bloating's going down, Harry." I alarm him — yelling incoherently, with my mouth still pressed to his skin. "How you feeling? Does it hurt?"

"Y—Yeah," he answers — his voice sounding as though he's trying not to choke, "It's all... PPPFFFFTT... going to my hips. Ah... ouch! I think this is the big one." He pushes my arm off of his chest, and sits up on the edge of the mattress. "I'll be right back! Gotta run to the loo! Really wasn't joking when I said those cookies were going through me, earlier. They're definitely on they're way out." Moving with an incredible sense of urgency, Harry yanks off his shirt and rolls out of bed — pushing his pants down from his waist as he darts off to the restroom. "Fuck! I'm not gonna make it!"

Left on my own, in the ambience of his sour air, I listen closely as he fumbles around in the bathroom. I can hear his feet slapping on the floor; the porcelain rim crashing against the toilet bowl; the booming sound of a wet brass instrument; and a low, animalistic grunt — resounding through the door. It's war in there... with Harry fighting hard to unload his hefty deposit... a battle that his body may well lose.

"You okay in there, baby?" I call out to him. "Sounds pretty rough! Do you need anything?"

"No! No! UURRGGH... I'm fine! Everything's good in here! Just getting some relief is all!"

The smell of his gas having all but vanished in the air, I press my face into the mattress — where his smelly ass once rested — and inhale the potent stench that's been left behind in the fabric of the bedsheets. "Ahhh, that's so fucking good." It's just as fresh as ever in my nostrils... just heavenly.

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I love my Aunt Joni's cookies more than life itself — just the same as Harry does — but, I must admit, I enjoy them even more once they've made they're short trip through his system. There's just something about the way those strawberry sweets smell once they've been churned and soured in his body that I find so enticing... how rancid they become inside of his stomach... it's so enchanting. Hopefully, I'll get to enjoy their beautiful odor again, next Valentine's Day... and catch another glimpse of my handsome, pregnant gentleman in his natural state of being.

It'll be a little while before Harry comes out from the bathroom — with his stomach stretched, and his bowels relieved — and until he shows his face again, I'll have the remnants of his marvelous stench to keep me company.

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Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!! I know it’s a little late for Valentine’s Day, but I figured I’d still share, since I had so much fun writing this!!!

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[kelsiejayy]

Hiya there! How are you? Your writing is so amazing, i absolutely adore your ships. I wanted to request a Stranger Things one, if that’s okay? If you’re still doing them, of course!

I’m a 21 yo bisexual latina woman, 5’2 (1.60 cm). Shoulder length brown (now dyed red) hair, brown eyes, i wear glasses & am a vegan. I’ve got a hippie/rocker witchy style, i like fashion. I’m an Aries (Sagittarius moon & Taurus ascendent). As I said, i’m into the witchy stuff, crystals, tarot cards and all. My mother tongue is spanish (🇦🇷) but I also speak English fluently.

I’m an introvert. A bit shy at first, but once i get to know someone I can be really chaotic. I’m a huge talker, once I start it’s hard to stop. I’m (really) temperamental, sarcastic, eccentric, optimistic, creative, sometimes childish, loud and strong headed. I consider myself smart but I can get SO distracted. I’m good at listening at people too, I like to say I give good advice haha but i’m a huge listener as well. A bit competitive, but i always take the lead on things. I have ADHD and social anxiety. Honestly, I can be a really bubbly person, I mostly show people a happy side of myself. Humor is my number one coping mechanism, so yeah, i’m THAT kind of person. I am very protective of the ones I love and I’d do anything to keep them safe and happy. Just as I can be really bubbly, I can also be stone cold; an irritable, furious person, most of the time. Once I get mad (which happens s lot during the week), it’s hard to cool off. I just get mad and moody easily. Yet, it helps because lately I’ve been caring less and lees about what others think. I tend to have a fight instinct, so i just let it be — whether the situation actually needs it or not, I’ll be ready. I’m a dork, honestly. And i can get dorkier and uncoordinated once I get close to a crush. I’m faithful, so if someone hurts me or a loved one, i do a cross into their face and it’s over. not one to go around circles, i’m rather direct.

my brand(?): the big amount of rings I wear, red lipstick, all my dogs <3

i love: MOVIES!!!!, MUSIC, classic rock, pop, writing, fries, chocolate, rainy days, taking photos, tea, the colors red & violet, cars, musicals, ABBA, collecting mugs, fall, road trips, flying on planes, vegan food, fruits, nature, lakes and green sceneries, boxing.

dislikes: rudeness, cruelty to animals, cockroaches (a fear of mine so i just take distance), running oh i hate running, arid places/deserts, the dark (yes i sleep with a light on no judging), fully crowded places (except concerts I like those), slow drivers.

Thank you very much!! Hope you have a wonderful day, much love to you💗

hi thank you so much for your request!

STRANGER THINGS: robin!

once you and robin met it was like something clicked. y'all are the most chaotic couple in hawkins and i stand by it. there is never a real moment of silence between the two of you. you guys are either talking for hours or just humming along to music in the background. i think there is a bit of comfort in that for both of you because there is always a constant connection. you both would be so head over heels for each other it is insane and i don't think either of you would fully grasp the other person's attraction. dates for y'all are probably low-key, maybe a drive-in movie or just staying at home and renting one. also, robin would absolutely adore how you collect mugs and would buy you a new one randomly just to see how excited you would get to add it to the collection. also, robin is so interesting in your tarot cards but knows almost nothing about them and no matter how many times you explain it she will just say something like 'well i have you to do it for me anyways'. last note, if you speak spanish to robin she will automatically fold on the spot- if you pull some 'thank you, mi amor' shit forget it. i am talking on the ground unable to get up. you guys are a dorky couple but it's okay because it's literally the cutest relationship ever.

i am VERY rusty in my spanish so if the mi amor part was incorrect i am so sorry, but never the less i hope you enjoyed! if you would like to leave feedback feel free to do so i love to hear what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/27!

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[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Bad dreams in the night

By Adam Ellis

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The art style is gorgeous (love the eyebrows) and the choice to use blacks and whites (butter corn ramen & hangnail) or blue monochrome (little house in the sea) seperate those stories from the rest and give the reader a much needed reprieve.

My favourite stories were: Green Ribbon, Better Kate than Never & Viola Bloom

Each are very different in their own right and seek to make the reader unnerved by using human traits to show our gruesome tendencies.

THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT (TW: NSFW)

Me and Evangeline at the Farm:

Relatable. Everyone has that one old story we’ve watch / read and could never find again. Overall I didn’t find it scary, more sad.

Milk Door:

It’s giving Coraline. It’s giving ‘get me the fuck out of here’. Delulu is not the solulu, GIRL CALL THE POLICEEEEEE

Butter Corn Ramen:

We’ve all had that food we miraculously found one day and binged until we felt sick; this story perfectly encapsulates that. We truely are what we eat

Ps. I also like that this was left black & white, it makes it creepier

The Green Ribbon:

A good story is something you enjoy, a great story makes you feel emotions. I felt anger at the main character’s narcissism and apathy, I pity Jane’s situation but wonder if she knew that she was the other woman and I felt sorrow for Charlotte, she deserved better.

Forest Fruit:

Ugh. When I saw the title page I knew I’d love this story. I like the characterisation of the boy and how he never looks the coast guard nor the camera in the eye. I love and hate the open ending, I want more but I also adore the mystery of this cliffhanger!

Bus stop:

I find this story the most whimsical turn of the other stories. A magic shop that provides me what I need when I need it? Sign me up, I need a million dollars.

Hangnail:

Hangnail made me the most uncomfortable. Body horror always gets me freaked out, good job. Also hangnails SUCK

Better Kate than Never:

Reality TV these days could easily turn into horror if they just threw in chainsaws and fake blood. This story reminds me of all those shows that replace a character’s actor with another. I like how the audience is always a background & never focused on. I love Taffy, she reminds me of those family blog kids who deal with the privacy invasion, give advice to their younger (or in this case, less experienced siblings) then escapes when they’re 18. I think this one is my favourite, it makes me question so many things. What happened to the first Kate? How did this Kate appear? Has Taffy gone through this too? Are the parents in control of the show or are they puppets to the producers?

Ps. I’m glad Kate escaped but why didn’t she take my girl Taffy with her 😭

Little House in the Sea:

It depicts the isolation that single motherhood brings, I personally believe that it also delves into enmeshment / co-dependent relationships. I love the artist use of a monochromatic colour scheme as it shows the character’s perspective of her world (only seeing one way of doing things, not questioning or changing it)

Murder Party:

I agree with the author, true crime has rotted a good majority of brains (although I am being a hypocrite as I have listened to them too). It reminds me of those murder cases and the criminals get love letters, it’s just gross. I love the open ending of the podcaster, you didn’t need to show her death to create impact from it

Viola Bloom:

This was the perfect finale. This one definitely creeped me out the most, something about her unnatural body posture and Viola’s curse poem just made bile settle in my throat. And the calling card stuck to the last page? Omg brilliant, chef kiss to the author

#Bad Dreams in the Night #adam ellis #horror stories #graphic novel #review #short story #netgalley #BadDreamsintheNight

[jin-c-stories]

Butterfly Love

Dear mom,

I know it is a parent's instinct to turn all their child's flaws into loveable traits. But after washing and mending my overalls for the 5th time that week you had to finally admit, I was troublesome.

The beautiful Saturday afternoon sun was filtering through the tree behind our house into my bedroom. I hated being grounded. It wasn't even my fault! Those boys had paid me five bucks to climb that tree, I didn't know there was a sparrow nest there. With an angry sparrow mama.

I heard the sound of your sewing machine from your craft room. I knew you were mending the new hole in my favorite pair of overalls. The shadow of a butterfly passed over the horse trading cards I laid out. Confused I looked up towards the window. Right. You thought I loved butterflies and made me mesh curtains with embroidered butterflies. I groaned falling to my side. Butterflies are so girly, and I'm not girly.

The sewing stops. Sitting up I looked to my bedroom door. Scissors snipped, footsteps approached. My yellow bedroom door is covered in butterflies that you and I painted. "Alright Jin." The door opens. Your fiery hair is pulled back into a ponytail but a few wild strands refuse to summit. "I have finally patched the last holes in these, and look," you held them up, "I even found these cute butterfly patches. They are just perfect to hide all the seams"

Your face lit up, outshining the spring sunlight. I try to mirror your look of excitement. "Oh my gosh mom, those are so cute. Thank you."

You handed them to me. "I hope you will be more careful and not rip any of them off, but if you do I can sew it back on. Well go ahead and try them on." They were cute, and looked adorable with my pink butterfly shirt. I hated pink, I hated cute, but I smile, you loved it. "Awe, you look beautiful. Stay right there while I get the camera!"

Dear mom,

It didn't snow. I almost wish it had. My hand drifts over the butterflies we painted 5 years ago. I wonder how long it will take for all your little touches to fade. Dad didn't do cute, he did work. He always did work.

Auntie looked at me funny when I placed a little butterfly patch in your casket, but your friends knew. They even gave me a little river stone to paint a butterfly on, to leave at your grave. I don't know if I will yet. It feels so wrong to be creative without you here. We did these things together, but I guess I will have to do it eventually.

Dear mom,

I tried to fit into those overalls today. It must look funny watching my fat, teenage self attempt to pull them on, they wouldn't even pull up past my thighs. I'm sorry, in my attempt I opened one of the holes you sewed over, and one of the butterflies fell off. I tried to sew it back on but it looks weird.

Dad is really into motorcycles and got me a denim vest. He said it is biker culture to sew patches on to represent your personality. With it he got a few patches things like a bomb, playing cards, and the German cross. Since I can't wear the overalls I was going to sew the butterflies onto it, but it doesn't match my style, I also don't want to ruin the overalls. I guess I will have to let go of them eventually anyways.

Dear mom,

I got into college! The college campus is far from home but that's fine since dad and his new wife kicked me out anyways. While going through my things I found the denim vest covered in your butterfly patches. It doesn't fit me anymore, and most of the butterflies are faded but if I mix them with other butterflies patches they could look cute on my back pack. Or another jacket. I haven't decided yet.

In the pile of my old junk I also found your body pillow, the big blue one you got when you shared a bed with my brother and I. Dad wanted to throw it out but I took it with me so ha he can, well you know. My sewing professor said she can help me turn it into a quilt for my sewing final. It will make a cute present to my brother, he misses you more than either of us will ever know.

Dear mom,

I was telling the story of how you loved butterflies. The person I was talking to is a mother, the entire time she had this strange smile on her face. She thought it was a beautiful story. We started talking because she thought the butterfly jacket didn't go well with my black grim reaper t-shirt.

When I got home and went over the story again to myself I realized, you didn't care about butterflies. You were just excited that I loved them. It could have been anything, even horses, and you would still have had that same enthusiasm. Thank you for loving me like that.

Love, your daughter.

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[starlightsearches]

Hey dear! I hope you're well. I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your writings for our ginger general. Hux is such a hard character to get right and you do so with flying colors. An ask to ease a stressed (and horny but shhh) student during finals: would you be open to writing a small fic, HC's, what have you, of a fairly dominant reader really wanting to sleep with Hux, only to find out he's a virgin, but eventually the two of them wind up sleeping together? Soft and maybe a bit angsty (Hux doubting he'll be good or satisfactory) but sweet smut at the end? You're doing the Lord's work darling. Thanks on behalf of sexually frustrated students everywhere.

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for your kind words!!! I hope your finals went well, and I'm sorry these took me a little longer than I’d expected 😬

18+ only (Minors DNI)

The first time you saw him, you knew you wanted a taste.

He’s magnetic, every part of him—the neat red hair you wished to ruffle between your fingers, his ice blue eyes, the soft shape of his lips with each rounded syllable, the timbre of his voice.

You've never had trouble before, when it came to getting what you want.

But he's a tough one to break.

None of your usual tricks are working—he remains stoic, whether you're nudging his leg with your own when you're bored during another meeting, or leaning in close to whisper against his neck late at night on the bridge.

It's not like you don't know that he wants you; he's not very subtle either.

And each time he glances down at your lips, or stands a little too close when you're inspecting the grounds of Starkiller, you're sure this is it.

Until he walks away, a faint blush on his cheeks, mumbling some excuses under his breath.

You know there's something keeping him from you; you're just not sure what it is.

You find out sooner than you'd thought, late at night in his quarters.

Exhaustion hangs from your limbs and turns the whites of his eyes red; it's been days since either of you have slept.

His hair falls in thin tendrils over his face, the gel he wears on its last life as it clings to the strands, and you don't think about it when you card your fingers through it, brushing the errant hairs back into place.

You don't think about how close his face is to yours, how you can see the palest of his freckles stark against the cream of his skin, how warm his breath is on your cheeks.

You don't think about any of it, his eyes dark and and on your lips, you just say the word.

"Please."

That's how you end up on his couch, straddling his lap, his hands gripping your hips, your lips at his neck.

You're still not thinking when you say your next words, driven only by need.

"Do you have a condom?"

He freezes, his grip slackens, and only then do you think you might be doing something wrong.

You hear him swallow, your face still buried in his neck, too embarrassed to look him in the eye after you've misread all those signals.

"Actually, I've never done this before. Any of it."

After you thought you'd exhausted every possibility, you'd never even considered that.

You look him in the eyes again, rereading every sign and gesture, watching the pieces finally come together now that you have this final component.

"Do you want to stop?"

He grips your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

"No."

You make him cum for the first time that night—grinding your hips down on him over the fabric of his uniform trousers—and it's every bit as addictive as you thought it would be.

His plush lips part against yours, a low moan in his throat, and you're certain you'll never have enough of this.

Lucky for you, there's always more: taking it slow was never your style, but each discovery feels new with him.

Like the incredulous look in his eyes when you get on your knees in his office, the way the tendons in his neck stretch to the ceiling, the mumbled curses on his lips uttered like a prayer when you take his cock in your mouth.

Or the triumphant smile he wears when you cum on his fingers, chests heaving in tandem as he grips the back of your uniform to keep you close.

Everything he gives you feels like highest form of heaven, and you still want more.

It's late at night again, when the secret fears are unearthed.

He's off-base for some meeting, and the call comes just as you’re about to fall into another restless sleep.

Even through the grainy projection of the holo, you can see the sweat beading on his bare chest, hear the rasp of his voice.

"Please, I need you."

He tells you what he wants to do to you—what he wants you to do to him—so openly, and you clench your thighs tighter before slipping a hand beneath your waistband.

After the fact, laying in the glow of the holo, he finally admits what he’s been keeping from you.

“What if it isn't . . . good? What if it's not enough?”

You offer him this final assurance, after every permission he’s given you, every touch he’s proffered.

“You're enough. I want you.”

His breath shudders from his lungs. You make plans in the darkness.

Each day brings a new set of nerves while you wait for his return, sparking over your fingertips and forcing you back into your bed with your hand between your thighs.

It’s not as good as it could be with him.

He finds you the moment he gets back, still in his uniform in the middle of the night and visibly shaking.

You undress him with slow hands and kind words, nipping at his lips until he melts like he has so many times before.

There’s a question in every touch; he’s waiting for permission as he slides his hands under the material of your top, as he kisses down your neck, as he stumbles back towards the bed.

When you reach it, though, he’s at a loss.

You’re willing to take it from there.

He's so obedient; pliant under your hand as you urge him to lay back, straddling his waist.

He wants you so badly, but you force him to take it slow, savoring each touch, relishing the way he responds to each and every brush of your lips and your fingers.

When you take him inside you, he moans, the whites of his eyes just visible behind fluttering lashes.

He wonders how you do this so effortlessly—how good you are making him feel good as you swivel your hips.

If your moans are anything to go by, it must be good for you, too.

He kisses at your neck, desperately searching for your lips, so close. Too close.

But how could you not reach your peak with his prayer-filled touches and gentle reverence?

He breaks just after you do, with his teeth making soft imprints on your shoulder, and a shuddering sigh.

You let the peaceful silence percolate, holding him close, tracing shapes over the vertebrae in his back.

He doesn't dare break the silence, but he wants to ask, needs to know.

You know what he needs—as always. Communicating without words, in gentle kisses and and a little laugh.

"When can we do that again?"

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[nuestraluzdelaluna]

I am so HAPPY that you are writing for Måneskin xx I would love a nsfw alphabet for Damiano😁

Damiano David NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He always makes sure to make the both of feel the most comfortable possible. Making sure your body is clean, kissing any bruises that might have formed and pulling his shirt over your body. After that he will lay down and cuddle you close, talking about some things the both of you won’t even remember the next morning before falling asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Damiano likes his hair, likes to style it different ways and enjoys nothing more than the feeling of your fingers combing through it or tugging on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your body, pulling out last minute and painting your skin with his cum. Loving to see you play with it afterwards, dragging a finger through it only to taste him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Pegging. Whenever he’s bratty it just means he misses the feeling of being full. He misses the feeling of you hands all over your body as you fuck him into oblivion.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He mostly knows what he’s doing. There are a lot of things the two of you experience with and then you both don’t really know what you are doing, but you will still make it work.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Depends on his mood that day.

If he’s feeling more subby he will want to let you ride him and take complete control over his pleasure.

If he’s more in a dom mood he will bend you over any surface of the house and make sure you’re trapped by his body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is definitely goofy leading up to it, making sure to make you feel comfortable and besides that he knows exactly how sexy a smile can be. However during the moment he gets into a headspace that just simply doesn’t allow goofiness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

While he makes sure to not let the hair get ‘too’ long and trim every now and then, it’s not his main priority to shave every shower he takes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends, more than often he loves degrading you and fucking you roughly. But on other days he will just want to hold you in his arms, make love to you and tell you how much he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Damiano doesn’t jerk off a lot just because there’s not really a need to. Whenever he is horny, which is quite often, he will just turn to you and get his satisfaction.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nipple play - he loves how you reacted to having his fingers play with your nipples. However it’s not only limited to you, he does not have a heart tattooed around his nipple for nothing. Run your tongue around his nipples and play with his piercing a little and he might just cum undone.

Dom/sub dynamics - that man is the definition of a switch and he loves nothing more than going from being completely in control to begging for your touch.

Sir/master - if he’s in a dom mood you don’t want to call him anything other than sir or master or you will regret it the whole night.

Degradation - something where his switch side comes out again, damiano love to call you his whore but only to have you call him a slut afterwards.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In private rooms and only in private rooms. However if it’s private he doesn’t care about the concrete location at all, wether he fucks you into the mattress or the two of you give the kitchen table a new purpose.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pulling on his hair

Pulling in his collars/ necklaces

Putting necklaces around his neck and feeling your hands grace over his skin

Playing with his rings

Anything you do with his fingers in general

Kissing his chest

Wearing his clothes

Touching his skin so slightly he barely feels it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything in public is a no for him, your body is for you and him to enjoy only and no one, that the two of haven’t specifically chosen should be allowed to see what’s going on between the two of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will spend hours between your thighs just completely taking everything you have to offer. His tongue swirling around your clit as he uses his fingers to massage your g spot. However before a concert there’s nothing he enjoys more than to fuck your mouth and get all his adrenaline out, loving to see how your mascara tainted tears paint your cheeks black or how spit dribbles down your chin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s almost only rough and fast, however damiano is still able to put so much passion and love into it. Making you feel loved as he fucks you into the mattress and calls you a whore.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies, he needs to take his time with you. He needs to explore your body like it’s the first time over and over again besides that he needs time for all his teasing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Damiano will experiment with everything and every day. Everything you come up with he will try and vice versa, however he doesn’t really take that much risks. He is very private about his relationships and will not want to risk that anybody sees what’s only meant for the two of you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts multiple rounds and with his sex drive he needs to, however the rounds aren’t the longest. But he makes up for it with the, what feels like, hours of teasing me

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely does not shy away from toys at all. Whether that be a vibrator that you use on yourself as you send him teasing videos when he is away or a dildo that you will use to peg him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST tease out there. Damiano will spend hours between your thighs kissing and nibbling on your skin, sucking on your clit, teasing your slit with his fingertips and just when you’re about to cum he will get up and light himself a cigarette. However he likes to be teased as well and even if he acts like he doesn’t he loves to draw his own orgasms out as much as possible.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud, with him there is never a quiet second in the bedroom. Whether it’s dirty talk, which he’s a big fan of, or moaning. He’ll groan in your ear showing you how good you feel around him, or just full on let out high pitched moans as he’s cumming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The hardest he has ever cum, was with your mouth wrapped around his dick as you took him to the back of your throat and your fingers in his ass. Massaging his prostate and deepthroating him at the same time has made cum in record speed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is pretty much average (i’m talking italian average, google it ;) ). You definitely need to take some time to adjust to him every time over and over again.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive his really high, like i’m talking morning sex, staying in bed, going multiple rounds and doing the same again only hours later.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will fall asleep rather quickly. However not before making sure to either pull you into his arms or lay his head on your chest and enjoy the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

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[smallestapplin]

First off, thank you for fulfilling my ace request! Sometimes self care is to give a hammer to a fandom blog writer and tell them to go to town on your insecurities in x reader format. And you smashed them to dust, so thank you for that! Second, how *dare* you mention so many cute fluff prompts in this request without expanding upon them?/lh Seriously tho, you mentioned pillow forts, cuddles, and milkshake sharing and I need more of this shit. May I have more Emmet fluff please?

Ah yes how cruel of me, I shall remedy that right away! /lh

You may always have fluff

Asks are open!

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Emmet is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever met, voice maybe monotone but he is immaculate at expressing his emotions via actions, you can carry a conversation with your big baby of a boyfriend crawling all over you and holding you with the grip of an Arbok and the love of a Slyveon.

You two were out on a date, since it’s the weekend and he is off work he wanted to spend the first day spoiling you, you two went to the mall and walked around bought a few things, you two spend so much time together anyways it was a good laugh when he handed you a life size galvantula plushie and you handed him a life size version of one of your Pokémon, to have when the other was gone.

Bags in one hand and holding each others free one with the other you two were walking down a strip when a building catches Emmet’s eyes.

“Ooo darling! Can we eat here?”

Looking over it looks like an old school diner, it looks so pretty, and it’s new so why not?

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

With a little jump and a tug he’s pulling into the diner, once you both find a booth you got to ordering, the staff so sweet almost making it feel like home, but you noticed Emmet kept glancing at something on the table, you figured he was trying to read the specials while devouring his burger.

“Man that was good, we should come here more often.”

You giggle while Emmet beams “oh we can make this our little spot.”

“Of course, it’s really nice here.”

You thought you two would get the check and leave but he stops the waitress “sorry to bother you but can we get the lovers milkshake? Oh! With the heart one!”

“Of course sir, I’ll be right back with that.”

Lovers milkshake? You grab the card on the table that had all of todays specials and found it, a huge chocolate milkshake topped with brownies with straws to share, the straws coming in a few different styles.

You place it down just as the waitress comes back with your milkshake the silly straws twirl together making a heart in the middle before doing a loop and facing either one of you.

You feel your face burning while Emmet is staring at you chin resting on his hand, his grin tender and looking at with in pure adoration.

“I hope you don’t mind me wanting to share this with you.” His smile widens as your flushed expression.

“No not at all, you sap.”

You wrap your lips around your straw trying to distract yourself but his free hand comes over and holds yours while he sips from his end, his face a bright pink, he looks so happy, your heart feels like it’s going to burst with love.

You two sat in silence drinking the milkshake, it tastes really good, but you can’t seem to let go of the way those silver eyes look at you.

“Are we ready darling?”

You nod, he pays for the meal, since last time you two nearly fought over who was going to pay, grasping your hand and swinging his bags as you two walk home.

“Do you want to watch a movie once we are home? I rented one yesterday it’s that one you’ve been dying to seeee.” He teases playfully, laughing at how your face lights up.

“That would be great! But you don’t have to do all this for me.”

Emmet gasps, offended “how dare you say that, you’re the love of my life of course I’m going to go out of my way for you, the audacity you have to say that.”

You chuckle especially when he boops your nose.

Entering the house he is quick to drop the bags on the counter.

“You get the snacks ready, I’ll make the fort!”

“But what if I wanna make the fort?”

“Darling, sweetie, baby, light of my life, you suck at building forts” and he was off, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted, the nerve of the adorable man.

You grabbed a few drinks for each other you, his favorite soda and your favored drink, bags of chips, candies, and some popcorn.

“It’s ready!” You carried the supplies to the living room setting it all on the coffee table and gaze in awe at his creation.

A few chairs held up the sheet, the interior was covered in blankets and pillows in a comfy cozy nest, and the chairs made safer places to put your drinks.

“You have out done yourself once again my beloved.” You kiss him, he hums into the kiss.

“Why thank you darling! Anyways let’s get everything else set.”

He turns on the tv and gets it ready to play while you two crawl into the fort setting up to stations for food and drinks and watch the movie.

By the end of the movie you’re both on your sides facing each other, your face in his chest, arms wrapped around you to hold you close.

“Did you like the movie as much as you thought you would?” His hand softly petting your head.

“I did, it was great, thank you for all of this, you’re too kind to me.”

Emmet chuckles kissing the top of your head “nonsense, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You both fell asleep in the fort whispering sweet nothings to each other, Emmet couldn’t help the overwhelming love he felt for you, as you did for him.

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[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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...Here is a crossover of Descendats and the Addams Family.

Because why not, right?

So, imagine if the two movies existed within the same universe. The Addamses would decide to move on the Isle, because of the aesthetic, of course. The baby blue and light pink in Auradon? Pastels? No, thank you. We prefer the black aesthetic and dim light of the Isle.

They'd absolutely vibe on the Isle, becoming positive role models for the VKs, while also being delightfully creepy and just themselves as ever.

Anyway, here is a collection of headcanons for that scenario:

They adopt Carlos de Vil as soon as they learn of his living conditions. Cruella doesn't notice that her son is not living with her anymore, because they send Thing in the Hell Hall to do the work Carlos was supposed to do. Carlos and Pugsley bond over their mutual love for explosives.

All of the VKs are always welcome to visit their home.

Gomez regularly sword-fights Gaston and Judge Frollo over not respecting women.

Morticia and Mama Addams teach young Isle girls to brew potions and poisons and medicine.

Dizzy loves to show off her accessories to Morticia and she is always very supportive, even if those are not her style.

Morticia and Gomez dance literally anywhere and anytime, even in the middle of a crowded marketplace, because, Oh, how long since we've last waltzed? And because the light was just right.

The VKs learn that it is okay to like each other and to show affection from watching the two. Also, Harry Hook and Uma copying the dance!

Morticia visits the Evil Queen at her castle, because she couldn't care less about the supposed banishment. It goes like this:

The Evil Queen and Morticia are talking about their daughters:

EQ:„...So, how is Wednesday doing?“

Morticia:„Oh, you know, she's at the speical age when little girls have only one thing in mind!“

EQ:„Oh, boys?“

Wednesday:„Homicide.“

Evie, visibly perking up:„Wait, we can do that?“

EQ:„No. You need to find a husband first.“

Gomez would adore Celia's fortune telling and would pay her a literal fortune any time she read his cards.

They'd keep in touch with their friends in Auradon via very confusing letters: They'd say things like: „Oh, it's just lovely there! All the trash really adds to the overall mood here, but we would ask you to tone down the plastic you are throwing out; it's not really good for the environment, you know?“ or „Adding a bit of cyanide to the used coffee grounds really does improve the taste,“ and „Could you send over some more weapons, please? We run out of our reserves and the kids have nothing to fight with and defend themselves with!“

Any time the Villains mention that love makes you weaker near Gomez, he gets into „I'd kill for her. I'd die for her. Either way, what a bliss.“ mode. It's not really effective at getting the point across, but the villains do not want to hear this exact monologue every other day so they learn to shut up quickly.

If they say this in front of Morticia, she just looks at them and calmly states: „I've killed for my family before and I will do it again.“ They're not sure if she is lying, but they are not going to risk it.

...Yeah, I might add to this if anything else crosses my mind.

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