#this was very self indulgent

[kennedybaby]

being chris and claire’s youngest sister who always turns to older leon for some comfort everytime she had a fight with her bf!!!! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝts is just a silly little drabble. . .

Word count: 1.385k / Warning: age gap, cheating, unprotected sex.

your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me, telling me ‘bout you.

It’s wrong, hell, you know how wrong it is to run to your brother’s friend for comfort every time you had a heated argument with your boyfriend. You can’t help it, Leon just provided the right amount of attention at the right time to you. All you needed to do is whine into your cellphone, sniffing and wiping your hot tears as you pour your heart out about how your boyfriend and you got into a fight again to Leon and he’s quick to get on his motorcycle, revving his engine up and going straight to your home. You know it’s bad, if either Chris or Claire founds out you were fooling with their friend behind their backs, they would probably lecture you and make sure to create distance between you and Leon. Not only that, but if your boyfriend were to find out you’ve been letting Leon pound you raw every other night when you’re not staying at his place, he would be beyond livid.

But all those worries and guilt were thrown straight out of the window the second Leon have his head between your soft thighs, warm tongue lapping on your clit as his hands keep your thighs apart. The slick, squelching sound of his lips sucking onto your bundles of nerves while his thick fingers pump in and out of your pussy brings nothing but pure bliss into your head, easing your stress as your fingers intertwined with his dark, brown locks. Leaning your head back to your pillow, you can feel the dark stubble on his cheeks brushing against your inner thighs, the red marks of his fingers digging deep into the cush of your thighs was evident as he dragged a long stripe on your slit and up to circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“What’s this time?” Leon asked, the way he asked it was evident how this wasn’t the first time you hit him up in the darkest hour to come and comfort you. Not that he would complain, he’d do anything to bury his cock inside of you, a pretty, clueless girl half his age. But Leon knows the cluelessness you cling to was nothing but an act you like to put on for him and only for him. You know how wrong it is, to be cheating and could possibly ruin the friendship between him and your siblings— but you didn’t care.

And, neither does Leon.

“He's bein’ mean,” You breathed out, a small pout forming on your swollen, red-tinted lips as you looked up at him with dewy eyes. “He’s just not you, Leon,” Leon smirked at your words, planting a soft kiss on your clit and pulling his slick-coated digits out of your warm hole before he stands up from his knees to unbuckled his belts. “Of course, he isn’t, baby.” He chuckled softly, the sound of his leather belt and pants falling to the carpeted floor with a soft thud could be heard before he shifted his position, placing himself between your legs as his hands dips lower to grasp your waist. “You probably think of me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” It drives you insane each time his voice drops an octave, lightly growling into your ear as you bit your lower lip back, bashfully nodding your head to his question.

“Fucking whore,” You couldn’t bring yourself to care only caring the way your needy cunt clenching around nothing each time he degrades you. “I’m your slut.” His smile widened before Leon lined his cock into your entrance, tapping on your sensitive clit with the tip of his shaft before he buried his cock into your small cunt. “Damn right, you are.” He hissed, a sharp breath emitted past his lips as the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped snugly around him, grazing against the prominent vein on the side of his cock with every thrust.

Leon enjoyed the risk as much as you. He probably enjoyed it much more than you, and to be honest, there’s nothing Leon anticipated your calls like a depraved man. For as long as you and him have been doing this, you have been calling him every two weeks in a consistent pattern. The longest you have not called him was a month before you hit him up again, asking him if he can come over to your house because your boyfriend was being a headache again. And he never once declined your offer, the second he sees your name displayed on the screen of his cellphone, he had already grabbed his key and stepped out of his front door.

It drives him insane and occasionally, he’d prayed your boyfriend fucked up big time so he can finally fill the spot as your boyfriend whether Claire or Chris likes it or not. Not that he cared, Leon wasn’t the type to give up things that easily and he surely isn’t giving you up sooner or later.

The sequence of shared moans and groans filled every corner of your room, accompanied by the sound of yours and his skin slapping against each other. You swallowed thickly each time he plays with your clit and your hardened nipple with his fingers, making sure your other tit isn’t left out as he invites the bud into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it. “W-want more,” You whined, your voice pitching slightly as you weakly kisses his jawline. Your arms around his neck bring him closer to your body. A gasp left your lips when he snapped his hips harder, thrusting rougher into you as your eyes shoots wide. “Fuck!” You cursed, back arching into his body as you practically let him use you like nothing but a dolled-up fleshlight. “You’re such a, shit, slut, you know that right? Begging me to come over so you can forget your boyfriend.”

“You’re my b-boyfriend now,” Your words were slurred, if he wasn’t so close to you, he would’ve assumed what you had just said was gibberish. Leon can’t help but laughed at you, burying his cock deeper into the warmth of your pussy as he lets out a shaky breath. His sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, hips jerking back and forth as he feels your body shudder every time he’s balls deep inside of you.

Leon fucking loves this risqué escapade the two of you created.

“Oh yeah? What does that make you, baby?” He coos into your ear, the pace of his thrusts gradually growing harder and rougher as each minute passed, leaving you breathless and squirmish under the older man. “Your girlfriend!” You screamed, eyes tightly shut as your freshly-manicured nails digs into the flesh of his shoulder blades. The wooden bedframe rapidly slammed against your wall, creaking under the weight of the two of you. The overwhelming pleasure creates a knot deep below your stomach, threatening to break each time Leon abused your sweet spots to their limits. He knows you’re close to cumming, your eyes losing focus on his face, your cunt clinging to him for its dear life and your breathing grow ragged.

“Gonna cum, L-Leon.” You managed to speak between your hiccups and moans, looking back into his eyes as he hungrily pulled you into a sloppy kiss. “I'm finishing inside, okay princess?” He smiled once you nodded, his thrust going sloppier before the two of you eventually come undone, breath hitching as you hold onto Leon tighter. You can feel his cock shooting his warm cum deep inside of your pussy, stuffing you full before he pulled out to salivate over the sight of his cum overflowing out of your abused hole, dripping down to your ass as lay there, breathless and splayed open for him to admire you.

His work of art.

The sound of your phone blaring your ringtone caught the two of your attention. Leon walked over to your table, grabbing the cell phone before he smirked upon seeing the name of your boyfriend displayed on your screen. “Wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend wait now, would you?”

how you ain’t hitting it like you ’posed to hit it. you slipping, i think it’s time i slip in, dog.

have thoughts abt re men or cod men? send it to my way! (im begging, i literally have the nastiest thoughts for these men) (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠) no proofread on this one, we going raw like leon. (but pls ignore if theres any grammatical error, im begging u)

#infinite darkness leon #infinite darkness #leon kennedy x female reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy smut #resident evil smut #tw. cheating #tw. age gap #inspired by girlfriend - heavyweight #this was very self indulgent #need leon to have gray hair so i can called him a silverfox lol (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) #im weak for older men #older leon kennedy #n

[math-is-math]

“The next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him…”

I’ve been rereading the outsiders and I shit y'all not I've been waiting 6 YEARS to draw this exact image. This vision has been in my head ever since I read the hospital scene for the first time 6 fucking years ago and I kept waiting until my skills were good enough to take a crack at it and I finally did it. Never give up on your dreams kids.

Anyway I love a good hurt/comfort moment this moment reigns supreme forever 💪

#art #literature #the outsiders #the outsiders fanart #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis fanart #darry curtis #darry curtis fanart #curtis brothers #oh my god a post that’s not total drama lmaooo #this was very self indulgent #raahhhhh this part gets me everytime i swear #its just so sweet like YES HE DOES LOVE YOU PONY #*cries in hurt/comfort* #anyway i can't believe i've never made fanart for the outsiders tho #crazy...

[solisflowersblog]

so um… Mizu in the jacko pose am i right ???

#blue eye samurai #mizu fanart #artists on tumblr #bes mizu #blue eye samurai fanart #mizu blue eye samurai #jacko pose #i want her so bad it’s silly #don’t look at me #this was very self indulgent #and also very annoying to draw

[radiantrice7]

in which Hobie pierces Pavitr’s ears

(bonus : maya auntie catches them in the act)

#goldenpunk #chaipunk #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv #WASAA I LOVE THEMMMMMMMM WASHAHAHWH #this was very self indulgent

[skizwillsuffice]

Some very self indulgent centaurs~ Glastrier Emmet and Spectrier Ingo

#submas #centaurs #submas ingo #submas emmet #art #this was very self indulgent #I have a strange love for centaurs and couldn’t help myself #spectrier #glastrier #pokemon #should Elesa be Calyrex?? #or maybe Akari or Hilbert or Hilda #or Nate or Rosa #I love how Emmet turned out tho he’s my fav

[hijinxthinks]

Christopher Bang Chan who would love:

- your stage presence and the dichotomy between that and your offstage self. he would be in awe, backstage, watching your set while in his dressing room on the monitor hanging on the wall. “you killed it!” he would enthusiastically say once you finish your set and come back to your dressing room. he would be fully dressed for his set, which is coming up soon, on a different stage at the festival, but he would be waiting for you in your dressing room, and on the last night of your tour, he would present you with a bouquet of red and black roses tied with black and purple ribbons and be waiting with a really beautiful necklace that suits you, it might even be a black bat, wings extended, in a pretty case that he presents to you. “congrats on your first tour, baby, you did it! you’re a fucking rockstar!”

- your intelligence. one of his favorite subjects is space, and the way you both can go into discussions of hypothetical astronomical events for hours on end makes you one of his favorite people to talk to.

- it doesn’t end there, though, he loves that you are the world’s weirdest encyclopedia of random knowledge. he doesn’t know what to expect to come out of your mouth anymore. he’s sitting at the center island of the kitchen, typing away on his laptop while you brew a pot of coffee for yourself and while you’re waiting, you’d say “did you know a dolphin orgy is called a wuzzle?” and he’ll look up with his confused expression, “a wuzzle?” he’ll repeat, making sure he had heard your nonsense correctly. you sip your coffee, leaning back against the counter as you face him, “yeah, and rams prefer to be homosexual, a lot of animals are inherently homosexual actually-“ at that point he has to stop you, “wai-wai-wait, what? how do you know this?” you shrug, taking another sip as you sing out like a 90s informercial, “the more you know~” it makes him laugh, and speaking of which…

- chan loves your sense of humor. the air sign in him bows to the air sign in you. the dialogues you two share make the both of you fit for a reality series. somehow you land witty comebacks and animated expressions that have him giggling like an idiot. chan can’t take you anywhere, you have no filter. he thinks it’s hilarious but also could get you into trouble. he doesn’t like to admit the tiny adrenaline rush he gets from the chance of you being heard muttering “well fuck me i guess” when someone walks through a door you held open for them without saying ‘thank you’. and you could say it a dozen times and he still thinks it’s hilarious when you land a perfectly timed “alright then, good talk.” after being unceremoniously disconnected from a phone call.

- chan loves and admires your work ethic in the studio. he’s extremely impressed by how you take charge of your projects, taking and giving suggestions to the engineer, understanding rhythm, music theory and composition. when it comes to music, you know what you want and how to direct your team to get it. he’s not used to such a vast level of early career full freedom of artistic choice. you’re a relatively new artist, yet you’re the one calling the shots, making the decisions on how things sound. he loves sitting on the couch in the studio, on his laptop, creating himself in between getting caught up in how good something sounds and becoming distracted, a face of complimentary disgust at how fucking sick your last take sounded once the engineer punched the music in.

- its a given he loves the musician in you, but particularly on foggy, autumn sunday mornings, or late, cool, rainy october nights, when you can be heard playing intricate chords and humming along, or when you strum your guitar, even with the muted strings you didn’t mean to mute, he’s just in love with your feel for music. it’s something that can’t be taught, musicianship is in your bones and he can hear the effects of that as he lies in bed, scrolling on his phone. he’ll be reading the comments of a video one minute, and his ear will catch the pattern of your singing and playing the next, and he’ll find his head grooving and nodding to your rhythm as the backdrop for the little time he spends at home. everytime you pick up a new instrument, you take to it like a pro, and he’s proud to be matched with someone as creatively intuitive as you. you end up inspiring him to be great.

- chan loves how sentimental you are. he’s a romantic libra, after all, ruled by venus, the planet of love and beauty. you remember important moments and celebrate the anniversaries of them in special, unique ways that show how thoughtful you are. you’ll keep movie ticket stubs, or confetti shot out from cannons at a show. he’s naturally the same way, but it’s rare to find someone like that, and he’s found it in you. you’ll secretly prepare his favorite meal, play music by his favorite artist, and have a unique gift for him, even if it’s just to celebrate the anniversary of the debut of his group. no matter what the occasion, you put effort into it and he’s attracted to that.

- as a fellow air sign, chan loves that you’re vocal during sex. air signs are communicative and flirty, and thrive off stimulating verbal communication when done right during intimacy. he’s not used to his partner saying so many things, making his brain work to talk back even though he’s lost in the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him, wetting his thighs with each slap against your skin. that’s not enough, no, you have to talk him through it too, “yes, yes, im your good girl, right? right chan? i wanna be so good for you.” the way you whimper underneath him, it’s reassuring to his ego, and stimulating his carnal instinct to feel you coming around him, because if he’s being honest, that’s one of the best feelings in the world to him. “yeah, you are my—good girl, fuck,” he can barely hold back from how you tighten around him when he says it, “you’re always daddy’s good girl, yeah?” he knows you love to hear him talk, really sometimes it can be the silliest thing because he loves that you…

- are fascinated by the things that naturally make chan—well, chan. after being in such close proximity to him for so long, the novelty of his accent wears off to the average human, but every now and again he’ll say something that is just so…foreign that you’ll point it out, mock it, and giggle and find such joy and entertainment in just the pronunciation of a word or an unfamiliar figure of speech. “i dunno, i like the way the accent feels in my mouth when i try to do it. it feels like there’s something in the back of my throat,” you’ll say another word that sounds so vastly different in his dialect, like ‘traffic’, or ‘egg’, and you’ll butcher it so bad, and end up sounding like the australian equivalent of a redneck, and he’ll always laugh, rhetorically asking “what??” and you’ll spit it back out at him again, in an embarrassingly american way and it reminds him just how different you two are, but just how special he is, and always has been. “i have no idea, honest to god, you could read me the dictionary and i’d fall asleep,” you’d say, when he asks just what is it about his accent that you find so attractive. “-wet, i’d fall asleep wet, for sure, but i’d at least fall asleep. can you imagine? i mean think about it, you’re turning me on to the sound of the definition of ‘compass’” there you go with your blunt, transparent and honest humor again, bringing him to laughter at how ridiculous you can be sometimes.

but he loves it 🖤

#this was very self indulgent #which is why i posted it on my side blog #but I needed the comfort #stray kids #skz #bangchan imagines #bangchan #bangchan headcanons #Christopher bang #stray kids imagines #stray kids hc’s #stray kids head cannons #bangchan headcannons #stray kids x you #bangchan x you #bangchan smut #jinx hcs

[chiis-art]

mornings

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #my art #this was very self indulgent #it is snowing unseasonably early in my city #and i miss the sun

[aaaroace]

you’re not a faker for feeling closer to your aromanticism than your asexuality.

it’s not your fault that asexuality has more representation/visibility than aromanticism

it’s okay if you feel your aromantic identity is more important to you.

we’ve often been told that “love” is the one above all. yet people are often quick to judge, hate and hurt others, in the name of love.

so it’s okay if you don’t want to be associated with the word “love”.

it’s not your fault that your “friends” do not understand your aroace identity. you deserve real friends!

I hope you’re treating yourself kindly today, dear aspec person. I care for you 🤍

#this was very self indulgent #I want to make more posts about my own feelings about allos and aromanticism #but I’m often scared of being shunned or misunderstood #aromantic #aro #aroace #asexual #ace #aspec #aroace positivity

[spoopyium]

Cuttletavio icons I made last year for pride month featuring my headcanons for them

#splatoon #dj octavio #captain cuttlefish #craig cuttlefish #cuttletavio #pride icons #art #fanart #digital art #this was very self indulgent

[chaenniz]

say my name! - hong eunchae

A/N ;; this is so self indulgent of me but like … ANYWAY was listening to this yk 😇

genre ;; fluff

wc ;; 1.7k

the kitchen buzzed with excitement as you and eunchae prepared to bake cookies together while the unnie’s were away for schedules.

flour coated the countertops and the scent of vanilla filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and anticipation.

eunchae's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "i've been wanting to try this recipe for ages. It's going to be amazing, y/n-unnie."

you smiled at her enthusiasm. you felt your stomach being twisted into knots and you didn’t know what was causing your stomach feel like it was doing somersaults.

“yah, i told you not to call me that, i’m only two months older you. you make me feel old.” you wrinkle your nose as you pout.

as you mixed the ingredients, your hands trembled slightly, in contrast to your usually stoic appearance. you stole glances at eunchae, watching her expertly handle the dough, unaware of the emotions swirling within you.

she grinned, a smudge of flour on her cheek. "oops, got a little messy there. guess we're in this together, huh?"

you chuckled, your voice tinged with unknown affection. "yeah, we make quite the team."

while the cookies baked, you took a moment to admire eunchae's infectious laughter and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the different things she wanted to do in leniverse.

finally, the cookies were ready. as you placed them on a cooling rack, eunchae's eyes gleamed with delight. "they look so tasty, let's try one!”

you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "sure."

she took a bite, savoring the taste, her eyes shining with joy. “mm, these are so good! we’re amazing bakers, y/n."

you couldn't help but blush, the praise from eunchae warming your heart. gosh, why were you so flustered today?

as the crumbs settled and the kitchen quieted, you wondered what was making your stomach turn, and heart beat faster? making you had eaten something bad earlier. yes, surely that was the answer.

eunchae's room was bathed in warm, soft light as she and y/n settled down to study. the shelves were lined with books of various subjects, creating an atmosphere that was both cozy and intellectually stimulating.

you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you sat across from eunchae at her desk. you admired the way her eyes sparkled with determination, her fingers gently flipping through the pages of her textbook.

there was an air of focus around her that drew you in, making it hard to concentrate on your own studies.

as you both delved into your assignments, your mind kept drifting to eunchae.

you couldn't help but steal glances at her, captivated by the way her brows furrowed in concentration or the way her lips pursed in thought.

it was in those moments that your heart skipped a beat, yet you remained oblivious to the true nature of your feelings.

eunchae looked up from her notes, catching your gaze, and smiled softly. "are you having trouble focusing, y/n-nie?"

you blinked, caught off guard by her question. you blushed slightly, trying to hide your distraction. "oh, no, not at all. just lost in thought for a moment. sorry about that."

eunchae chuckled, her laughter filling the room with warmth. "it's alright. sometimes studying can be a little overwhelming. but we're in this together, so let's help each other stay focused, okay?"

your heart skipped a beat at her words, feeling a surge of gratitude for her presence. you nodded eagerly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "yeah, definitely. thank you, eunchae-ah.”

the two of you kept going at this pace for while, the evening sun casting a golden glow through the window. you both hear a knock on the door before sakura’s head timidly pops out through the open door.

“are you guys ready to eat?” sakura asks, signalling the end of your shared study session.

eunchae excitedly closes her textbook, an action you find unnecessarily cute, you can’t help but giggle.

eunchae’s gaze meets yours, narrowing playfully, “yah, it’s natural to get hungry after studying that much.”

you simply nodded at her, trying to containing your small fit of giggles. eunchae can’t help but start to laugh herself too.

after regaining your composures, eunchae calls for you again, “come on y/n-nie, the food’s gonna get cold!”

a small blush spreads itself across your cheeks, “okay, eunchae-ah.”

eunchae was only saying your name, but how was she able to say it so beautifully?

you, eunchae, and yunjin wandering through the bustling shopping district, enjoying the sights and sounds of the lively atmosphere. you all tried on clothes, shared snacks, and laughed together.

as your group stepped into a charming boutique, eunchae excused herself to browse the accessories section.

yunjin wastes no time and seized the opportunity to engage you in a quiet conversation.

"y/n, can i ask you something?" yunjin's eyes twinkled mischievously.

you nodded, your attention piqued. "sure, unnie. what's on your mind?"

yunjin leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "do you ever feel... something special when you're around eunchae?"

your brows furrowed, perplexed by the question. you haven’t given much thought to your feelings for eunchae, and the idea caught them off guard. you chuckled nervously, thankful for the mask and hat you were wearing because you were sure you were blushing at this point.

"come on, unnie. eunchae and i are just friends. we have a great time together, but it's nothing more than that.”

yunjin tilted her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "oh, i see. well, friends can feel something special too, you know. sometimes, it's more than what meets the eye."

you shrugged, brushing off yunjin’s remark. "nah, we're just really close. like best friends, you know? besides, eunchae is really amazing, but i don't think i have any romantic feelings for her."

yunjin's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “just remember, y/n, feelings can be tricky. sometimes, we don't realize what's in our hearts until someone points it out."

you laughed, playfully nudging yunjin's arm. "you're such a romantic, unnie. always looking for hidden meanings."

yunjin winked and nudged them back. "maybe i am. but just keep an open mind, okay? you never know what surprises the heart may hold."

before you could respond, eunchae rejoined you two, her arms filled with cute accessories she had picked out.

the conversation drifted to lighter topics, and you couldn't help but steal glances at eunchae, admiring her infectious smile and the way she effortlessly lit up her surroundings.

eunchae gently shoved an intricately detailed, silver ring towards you.

"y/n-nie, you have to try this one. it matches your style perfectly!" eunchae exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

caught off guard by eunchae's suggestion, you hesitated for a moment. nonetheless, your curiosity got the best of you, and you held out your hand, allowing eunchae to gently slide the ring onto your finger.

as your finger adorned the delicate silver band, a strange sensation washed over you. your heart skipped a beat, and a rush of warmth coursed through your veins.

“it looks so good on you, y/n-nie.” eunchae said.

you stared at your hand, your mind in a whirlwind of confusion. you couldn't understand why something as simple as trying on a ring she put on for you and eunchae saying your name could evoke such a profound reaction. yunjin stood off to the side, smirking, watching the cute scene unfold before her eyes.

your gaze shifted from the ring to eunchae, who was watching them intently, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something you couldn't quite place.

"wow, eunchae-ah, it's beautiful," you finally managed to say, your voice filled with a touch of wonder.

eunchae's smile widened, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes. "i’m glad you like it, y/n, i instantly thought of you when i saw it.”

your heart fluttered at eunchae’s words. eunchae’s voice had called your name again. what was this feeling that kept appearing whenever she said your name? was yunjin trying to tell you something you didn’t know yourself?

before you could think any further, eunchae drags you to a section where there were even more jewelry.

the days passed like pages turning in a book, each one filled with moments shared between you and eunchae.

as you spent time together, you couldn't help but notice the way she said your name, like a gentle caress that lingered in the air.

it became a secret pleasure, an endearing habit that sent a flutter through your heart.

you were currently rehearsing for your group’s latest comeback, the six of you gathered once again in the all-too familiar dance room.

“let’s take a 10 minute water break!” chaewon called.

you make your way over to the water fountain, silently observing eunchae and the others.

drinking your water, you were deep in thought.

it began innocently enough, during your conversations when you were studying together or while grabbing lunch with the rest of your unnies.

eunchae would sprinkle your name into her sentences, a sweet melody that resonated with you.

you found yourself cherishing those moments, replaying them in your mind long after they happened.

each time eunchae said your name, it was as if she was carving a special place for you in her world, a place where you belonged.

you took notice of the way your name danced on her lips, like a cherished secret she couldn't help but share. the affectionate way she said it, with a hint of warmth and familiarity, made your heart skip a beat.

it became a game, a silent anticipation that kept you on your toes. and every time she did, your heart would swell with a mix of joy and longing.

in the quiet of your own thoughts, you admitted to yourself that you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved the way eunchae called your name, how it made you feel special and seen.

you were going to make sure you thank yunjin later, because you never would have found out just how much you liked the way eunchae said your name.

A/N ;: part two? maybeee…

#eunchae x reader #hong eunchae x reader #hong eunchae #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #chaenniz #this was very self indulgent

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

And I've come bearing gifts of yet another spn fic (I'm in my active writing era 😌💅)

(this is set in season 13 or 14)

So yeah enjoy

Jack was a curious kid, obviously. It was no secret the kid loved to learn about most anything and everything. Even just listening sometimes was enough for him.

Once Dean had gotten attached to the kid, he didn't really mind answering all of Jack's questions.

Jack was especially curious whenever he was allowed on a hunt with them, wanting to know everything about what kind of monster they were hunting.

On an ordinary day though, Jack was more quiet. You could usually find him in his room reading while listening to rock music (Dean had told him that it was the only 'good' kind of music) or watching cartoons on the TV that Cas had given to him from his room. Mostly, they all kept to themselves on the days between hunts.

But often times Dean would gather everyone in the living room area for a movie night while they ate dinner. Cas would usually make some kind of warm drink after they all ate, Dean always got to pick the movie (regardless of how many protests were shouted at him), Sam had taught Jack how to make popcorn and Jack used that skill whenever he got the chance, and Sam took the opportunity to just relax on the couch with them.

Often times Sam would fall asleep during the movie, and Dean would bitch about it afterwards as loudly as he could. Jack had recently taken up Sam's habit though. Every time they all sat down to watch something you'd turn around Jack was dozing off, usually leaning against someone's shoulder.

As cute as it was, Dean couldn't stand for Jack to miss the death star exploding.

Dean had been chosen that evening as Jack's human pillow, so it was easy enough to reach over and poke him several times in the side to try and rouse him.

Jack shifted over and ignored the pokes, snuffling into Dean's arm.

Dean repeated the action a few more times, until he noticed a small sleepy smile on Jack's face that he was trying to hide.

Dean hummed quietly but let the kid sleep, saving that information for later.

After the movie ended (and, yes, Jack did miss the exploding of the death star but it wasn't like this was his first time seeing A New Hope) they all stayed seated, relaxed in their spots making idle conversation.

Jack was now awake, listening to Sam and Cas' conversation about which star wars movie was the best. Dean turned his attention from the pair to look at Jack.

"I can't believe you-" Dean said, rapidly poking Jack's side causing the kid to curl up and swat and Dean's hand. "fell asleep during the best star wars movie and the best part of it."

"I didn't mean to!" Jack giggled, using one hand to protect his side the other to hold onto Dean's hand.

"Mhm, sure you didn't." Dean eyerolled, now launching a full on tickle attack on Jack.

Dean leaned over and dragged Jack into his lap, using one his hands to hold his outer arm above his head leaving his entire left side exposed. His free hand darted around Jack's torso, tickling as many places as he could. Jack attempted to grab Dean's hand but was too slow to catch him and couldn't predict correctly which spot Dean was going to go to next so he just resorted to holding onto Dean's forearm and trying to control his laughter.

"Do you know how to play guitar, Jack?" Dean asked while still tickling him.

"No!" Jack said through his giggles.

"Well, what we have here," Dean pat Jack's stomach. "is a good old fashioned guitar."

Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his head tilting to the side.

"~Juuust gotta make sure it's in tune before I can play anything on it, of course." Dean grinned at him.

He held his right hand as if he had a guitar pic in his hand and pressed his fingers against Jack's ribs. He pretended to "play" the guitar, Jack's ribs being the strings.

He tested different ribs, listening to Jack's different laughs as he did so.

"Sounds tuned to me." Dean nodded. "That means we can play it now. "

Jack was about to make his protests known but Dean had already started, picking up and down Jack's whole side.

He threw in some light scribbles every now and then when he got up high on Jack's ribs, just to hear him squeal.

Jack promptly lost his mind, lost in his own mirth. He threw his head back against one of the couch pillows, cackles spilling out of him freely. His squirming intensified too, wiggling in every direction to get away from Dean's wiggling fingers.

He noticed that Sam and Cas had been watching for some time now, fond smiles on both of their faces. Dean noticed too and grinned at them.

"Do you guys like my guitar?" He raised an eyebrow. "Probably the nicest one I've ever played."

"Oh, I bet." Sam nodded. "I mean considering that you've never owned a guitar and nor do you know how to play, but if that one can give you the skills to play like that then that's one nice guitar."

Dean chuckled. "Wanna hear how it plays?"

"Dean, nohohOHO!!" Jack shrieked, arching his back. Dean alternated spots, going from right next to Jack's armpit to down low next to his hip. Jack's giggles jumped in both pitch and volume several times.

"I like this note." Dean teased. He scratched on Jack's highest rib, his laughter jumping up to a near screech. He squirmed violently twords the ground, almost falling out of Dean's arms before he was pulled back into Dean's lap.

"My guitar likes to wiggle apparently," Dean laughed, going back to the same spot that he was tickling before. Jack squealed again, giving up on trying to escape and just taking the tingly sensations overtaking his entire being. It was as if he could feel the tickles through his whole body, from his ears, to his neck, all the way down his torso and legs, electric tingles shooting down his knees, to his constantly moving feet which were currently kicking the couch in an effort to help give himself some relief from the sensations that were surging throughout his body.

After a few minutes when Jack had properly melted in Dean's lap from exhaustion, Dean finally stopped, releasing Jack's arm and letting him roll over onto his stomach. Dean rubbed up and down his back grinning down at the kid, though he couldn't see.

"You okay, Jack?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," Jack answered.

Dean rubbed a soothing hand through his hair, letting him fully relax.

"Hey, if you ever need any help getting Dean back, I'll gladly help you out Jack." Sam said. "He's ridiculously ticklish just like you." He smirked.

"Shut up." Dean glared at him. "You're just as bad."

"Statistically, Sam is less sensative than you are, but you and Jack seem equal in ticklishness." Cas held back a smile.

"You shut up too." Dean pointed at Cas. Sam laughed at them both.

Once again, Jack felt himself falling asleep but this time to the sounds of his family getting into a silly argument rather than the sounds of blaster fire and exciting background music.

Hope you liked

#supernatural #jack kline #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #tickle fic #supernatural tickle #this was very self indulgent #i regret nothing #ticklish!jack kline

[fungusry]

Please consider: Grumpuses but they look like Lilo and Stitch experiments

#this was very self indulgent #maddy draws #bugsnax #lilo and stitch

[aimfall]

I offer you: ranchers

#solidango #solidaritek #trafficshipping #aimfall art #undescribed #this was very self indulgent

[queerbaitesque]

humility yet to be seen (suffocation by crystal castles)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji #gojo satoru #tojigo #web weaving #this was very self indulgent #i gotta do everything myself on this goddamn site #might do a part 2 for the sukugo fight....if i feel like it

[suyakyai]

“[Dairou] didn’t inspire the necessary fear”

#my art #fanart #mk havik #havik #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #I’m normal about him I swear #u think he was normal once upon a time? #this was very self indulgent

[yuckydraws]

Sleepless, Snowy Nights

Pairing: (Wine/reader)

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You sigh as you watch the falling snow, your breath clouding around you for a moment, before dissipating. You have work in a few hours. You should at least try to get some sleep. Yet, your bare feet don’t move from the cold concrete of the back patio. The brisk chill of the winter air should feel frigid, but after the nightmare you just had, it grounds you. These past few days have been full of stressful, restless nights, and you’re starting to feel the effects.

The end of December, and the first snow of the season is finally here. Chunky, full flakes fall delicately on the grass, slowly yet surely covering up the green.

It’ll be a snow day tomorr- er, later today.

But for now? It’s just quiet. A quiet that only a good night-snow creates. Cars rarely fill up the roads, it’s too early for the plows to be out, and it almost seems as though everyone else in the world is peacefully asleep.

Except you.

“MY LOVE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE IN JUST YOUR PAJAMAS?” You hear your ‘mate’s voice call as the back door creaks open.

And Wine, apparently.

“Just watching the snow.” You answer softly, exhaustion creeping into your voice.

You turn your head to peek at him over your shoulder, to find him approaching you with a blanket. He drapes it over your shoulders, effectively covering most of your body, besides your feet. It doesn’t take him long to notice that, either, because just as he settles in, hugging you from behind, he lets out a small gasp and pauses in the kiss he was about to leave on your shoulder.

“STARS! NO SHOES EITHER? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET SICK?” He chastises, adjusting his hold so that he can instead scoop you off of your feet - holding you in a “princess” style. Once there, he uses his blue magic to tuck your toes under the blanket and cocoon you in. “THERE.” He smiles, satisfied with his work, only to falter when he meets your tired gaze.

“… WHAT’S GOING ON?”

That’s all it takes for your lip to start quivering, and your eyes to well up with tears.

“Oh Dear, Let’s Get You Inside, Hm?” You just bury your face into his chest to avoid answering.

You hate crying.

Shaking, whether from the cold or from the pure exhaustion you’re experiencing, you’re not entirely sure. Nor do you really care.

Wine squeezes you close to him, opening the door with his magic, and closing it behind him. You hadn’t realized just how cold you were until the warm air from your heated home engulfs you.

He doesn’t take you all the way to bed, like you were expecting him to. Instead, he beelines to the living room, carefully sitting on the couch, cradling you in his lap. You just let him adjust your body, too tired to bring your face from its hiding spot. His carefully manicured claws move to stroke your hair, and you feel his worried him reverberate through his ribcage from where your face his pressed against him.

He doesn’t push, or prod, or rush you, he simply lets you release a little bit of that stress into the embrace - and it doesn’t take long for your tears to slow to a stop.

Even crying seems to take up too much energy.

You risk peeking up at your ‘mate… only to find those knowing lights of his trained on your face.

There’s no hiding from Wine. Stars knows you’ve tried.

“IS THIS ABOUT YOUR DOG?”

“… kinda.”

“THE HARDEST PART IS OVER. HE’S OKAY. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S NOT OKAY. DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T NOTICED HOW YOU’VE BEEN SLIPPING AWAY FROM BED AFTER YOU THINK I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP.”

Busted.

“I-I just didn’t want to wake you. Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“I BEG TO DIFFER, WE BOTH KNOW THAT I RUN JUST FINE ON A FEW HOURS OF SLEEP. YOU, HOWEVER, BECOME A WALKING ZOMBIE.”

You scoff.

“I do not.”

He deadpans.

“BUN, WHY ELSE WOULD I FIND YOU HALF NAKED OUTSIDE IN THE SNOW?”

“… I don’t find you funny.”

“THAT LITTLE SMILE YOU’RE TRYING TO HIDE SAYS OTHERWISE.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“NEVER.”

You grumble, knowing you’ve ‘lost’ this round. He is right, though, you can’t keep having sleepless nights… it’s really getting to you.

“WHY IS THIS HINDERING YOUR SLEEP? I KNOW YOU’RE WORRIED, BUT-”

“What if I wake up and he’s gone?” You interrupt, causing his jaw to click shut as his sockets widen ever so slightly. “A-and I would’ve had the chance to help but I was fucking sleeping, and he was just alone in the end?”

Oh, well, hello tears, nice of you to make another appearance.

“Oh, My Love… I Hadn’t Realized This Was Getting To You That Much. I Am So Sorry I Assumed You Were Okay.”

“‘s fine.” You croak, wiping at your face.

“It’s Not, Though, I Did Exactly What Those Assholes Used To Do To You.”

You bite your lip to hold back a rising sob, taking a deep breath, instead. Your next words need to be spoken with certainty, not shakiness.

“You’re not them. You couldn’t be, even if you tried. Despite not being a big fan of dogs, you’ve been loads more supportive than they ever were.”

“I Appreciate That, But I Should’ve Been More Mindful, I’m Sorry.”

In lieu of answering, you just reach up to flick his nasal cavity, causing him to scrunch his face up a bit.

“Stop apologizing for something that isn’t your fault.”

“OKAY, OKAY.” He cracks a smile at you. “BUT, YOU KNOW… YOU ARE SAFE TO SLEEP.”

“B-but-”

“HE’S OKAY. HE’S JUST RECOVERING AND HE NEEDS TIME. AND SLEEP. JUST LIKE YOU, BUN.”

“Okay, b-”

“AND, WE HAVE THE WORLD’S BEST ALARM SYSTEM, ON THE VERY UNLIKELY CHANCE SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN - HIS SISTER WON’T LET HIM MAKE A PEEP OF STRUGGLE WITHOUT ALERTING THE WHOLE HOUSE.”

You snort.

“… I guess you’re right.”

“I THINK YOU WILL FIND THAT I USUALLY AM.”

“Okay, mister, tone it down.”

“ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE SO TIRED.”

“Lucky me.”

He just chuckles at your grumpiness, leaning down to press a skele-kiss to your temple. You can’t help but lean into the affection.

“MAY I BRING YOU BACK TO BED?”

“Are you coming on to me right now?” You tease, earning you a roll of his eye-lights. Your giggle turns into a squeak when he pinches your bum and all but tosses you over his shoulder as he stands up.

“ALWAYS, BUT WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE THAT ENERGY RIGHT NOW, SO HUSH UP.”

“Ppppprrt.” You blow a raspberry in response.

“MATURE.”

Your cackling takes on a little bit of a hysterical form, but it feels good to be laughing.

It’ll be okay.

#this was very self indulgent #comfort for myself haha so sorry if this reads weird #the issue is sorta vague on purpose but yeah #just needed some comfort after this week #and nothing is more comforting than Wine logicing your illogical fears away #… anywaysssssss #I need sleep #also the pacing is pissing me off but I blame the afformentioned sleepiness #yucky yaks #yucky writes #undertale #fellswap gold #fsg sans #wine #fsg sans x reader