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omegalomania · 4 months

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so im sure everyones fully well aware of the magic 8 ball site fob is using to promote a contest to win some tickets to see them in nashville. the little 8ball widget theyve got in browser is also modeled on the physical 8ball that they had in the vip merch packages for tourdust's first leg, which is cool! but of particular note is the way that, to fill out the contest form, you have to pick your favorite fall out boy songs. and the sheer breadth of what is allowed is...interesting? it's not cohesive by any means, but it is really wild the selection of songs they have here because not all of them are fob songs. in fact, quite a few of them aren't.

i went directly to the source code and got a full list of all possible songs that you could input (which you can check for yourself by right-clicking and selecting "view source"). i'm going to list them here for archival purposes, with a few notes/explanations cause some of these are WILD.

there are 187 songs total listed.

bolded songs indicate songs that are demos or never received an official release

italicized songs are songs by other bands

underlined songs indicate songs that are covers

songs with an asterisk beside them (*) indicate they are from patrick's solo catalogue. two asterisks (**) are for pete's.

additional commentary by me will be [in brackets]

20 Dollar Nose Bleed 27 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) 7-9 Legendary A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me" A Nice Myth [one of the earliest fall out boy demos, found on their first ep, and only the casette version at that] Allie* Alone Together Alpha Dog America's Suitehearts American Beauty/American Psycho (song) American Made Art of Keeping Up Disappearances As Long as I Know I'm Getting Paid* Austin, We Have a Problem Baby Annihilation Bad Side of 25* Bang the Doldrums Beat It Big Hype* Bishops Knife Trick Bob Dylan Bounce [this is a song that came out on then-Decaydance labelmates The Cab's debut record, Whisper War, which patrick produced. he has writing credit and also is credited with background vocals (and also shows up in the music video)] Caffeine Cold Calm Before the Storm Centuries Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends Champion Check Your Phone** Chicago is So Two Years Ago Church City in a Garden Coast (It's Gonna Get Better)* Coffee's for Closers Cryptozoology* Cute Girls* Cyanide** [this is a nothing,nowhere song that pete did some spoken word parts and backing vocals on] Dance Miserable* Dance, Dance Dead on Arrival Dear Future Self (Hands Up) Death Valley Deep Blue Love* [song patrick did for the indie short film "spell"] Demigods Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? Electric Touch [the (in?)famous taylor swift song patrick featured on] Eternal Summer Everybody Wants Somebody* Explode* Fake Out Fame Less than Infamy Favorite Record Fellowship of the Nerd [this is an alternate title for world's not waiting, as far as i can tell] Flu Game Flu Game [yes flu game is listed twice for some reason] Footprints in the Snow [demo from the Llamania ep] Fourth of July From Now on We Are Enemies G.I.N.A.S.F.S. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) Ghostbusters (I'm Not Afraid) Golden Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Greed* Grenade Jumper Grow Up and Be Kids [this song is on The Cab's sophomore album Symphony Soldier, which release after they left decaydance. nonetheless, pete does have some writing credits on it. give it a listen and you'll hear for yourself in the first 10 seconds or so] Growing Up Hand Crushed by a Mallet [this is a remix of the 100gecs song of the same name; patrick did some vocals for it] Hand of God Have I Got a Gift for You* [song patrick did for the horror movie black friday] Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet Heartbreak Feels So Good Heaven's Gate Heaven, Iowa Hold Me Like a Grudge Hold Me Tight or Don't Homesick at Space Camp Honorable Mention Hot to the Touch, Cold on the Inside Hum Hallelujah I Am My Own Muse I Don't Care

I Got Nothing, But You Got Something [this is the one that really perplexes me. there's no evidence of this song actually existing, other than an unverified genius post and an article on a single fandom wiki. it is inexplicably listed here despite its very existence being questionable at best.]

I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) I've Been Waiting [this is technically a lil peep song with fall out boy as a feature] I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers Immortals Irresistible It's Hard to Say 'I Do', When I Don't It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love Jet Pack Blues Just One Yesterday Lake Effect Kid (song) Lake Shore Drive [this is a song patrick covered on the piano at wrigley, first night of tourdust] Love from the Other Side Love Will Tear Us Apart Love, Selfish Love* Love, Sex, Death Lullabye Mad at Nothing* Miss Missing You Moving Pictures My Heart Is the Worst Kind of Weapon My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) New Dreams [this is a bonus track on pax am days, a naked rayguns cover] Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner Novocaine Of All the Gin Joints in All the World One of Those Nights [another song from the cab's whisper war. this one has patrick doing vocals very prominently] Open Happiness [this was a huge collaborative piece done for a coca cola commercial. patrick was on it along with big names like cee lo green, janelle monae, and labelmates travie mccoy and brendon urie] Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot) Past Life [llamania ep] Pavlove People Never Done a Good Thing* Porcelain* Pretty in Punk Rat a Tat Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over Roxanne Run Dry (X Heart X Fingers)* San Diego [this is a blink-182 song that patrick did some writing for] Saturday Saturday Night Again* Save Rock and Roll (song) Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) She's My Winona Short, Fast, and Loud Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers So Good Right Now So Much (For) Stardust (song) So Sick [this is a song patrick has exclusively covered live, so it's a fascinating inclusion] Sober [another blink-182 song patrick did some writing for] Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year Star 67 Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea Sugar, We're Goin Down Summer Days (song) [this is a martin garrix song patrick lent some vocals to] Sunshine Riptide Super Fade Switchblades and Infidelity Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today The "I" In Lie* The (After) Life of the Party The (Shipped) Gold Standard The Carpal Tunnel of Love The Kids Aren't Alright The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) The Last of the Real Ones The Mighty Fall The Music or the Misery The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes The Phoenix The Pink Seashell The Pros and Cons of Breathing The Take Over, the Breaks Over The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys in a Broken Down Van) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race This City* Thnks fr th Mmrs (song) [for some reason the site specifies song here, despite that not being necessary. the only other times this distinction is relevant is when songs share a title with their albums, i.e. save rock and roll] Thriller Tiffany Blews Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) Uma Thurman Untitled 1 (Colorado Song) Untitled 2 (Jakus Song) [both of these are recently released tttyg era demos] W.A.M.S. We Didn't Start the Fire We Don’t Take Hits, We Write Them [this is a song that famously was only ever performed live. we don't have a studio recording or even a demo, as only live versions exist] We Were Doomed from the Start (The King is Dead) West Coast Smoker What a Catch, Donnie What a Time To Be Alive What's This? When I Made You Cry* Where Did the Party Go Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) Wrong Side of Paradise [llamania ep] XO You're Crashing, But You're No Wave Young and Menace Young Volcanoes Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

in conclusion i have no idea who compiled this list. it doesn't include every song patrick and pete have ever touched (notice the lack of gym class heroes, cobra starship, and hush sound discography) but it has a really weird selection of songs. i mean, blink songs patrick wrote on?? its bizarre.

anyway do you think if we mass request swing me by the rafters they'll have to do it

#fall out boy #tourdust #*making poasts #trying to format this conventionally BROKE THE POST so i did my best #i burned my grilt cheese typing all this up pls appreciate it #the weird break in the middle is cause otherwise it wouldnt post. mea culpa.

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yanderestarangel · 8 months

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⸺ 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 x 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: PORN PLOT, NSFW, SMUT, FINGERING, MUTUAL MASTURBATION, DARK THEMES, DIRTY TALK, NUDE EXCHANGE, AFAB ANATOMY, PET NAMES, DEGRADATION, JOHNNY EATS YOUR PUSSY BY PHONE CALL, PHONE SEX, DIRTY PHONE CALL.

You were having a bad, boring day, as you looked out the window, deciding to call your friend, Johnny Cage.

You wait a while, looking out the window at night, until you hear the incoming call tone on the other end of the line.

"-Well Well Well, hello my kitten, my most beautiful boy/girl in the world, how are you kitten tonight? why did you call me? is there a problem?"

Johnny speaks in his usual moody voice, cocky and smiling on the other end of the line, waiting for your answer.

You briefly explain that you had a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend, as you listened to Johnny smiling and sighing on the other end of the line, the sound of some kind of drink being taken lightly echoed through your senses, as Johnny talked to you, trying to cheer you up with his jokes , or just listening to their vents, you just let it all out from your heart and soul explaining how you felt, while the Hollywood actor gave you some advice, the two of you spent an hour at it, until Johnny started acting a little too sassy, and he wasn't drunk, on the contrary, he was very sober.

"-You know (Y/N), I'm sipping a glass of wine and picturing your beautiful face in my mind, the thought of you lying in your bed, looking at yourself in the mirror, is enough to make me ache with desire, Say my beautiful (Y/N), do you like the idea of me imagining you? Imagining all the naughty things I want to do to you?"

You are curious and confused, as you asked him what kinds of things he was imagining with you.

"-Oh, my curious little kitten, you have no idea just how vividly I imagine the things I want to do to you. I want to make you beg, my pretty boy, beg for my touch, for my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours. I want to bend you over, make you feel my hands gripping your hips as I thrust into you, claiming you as mine. You'd moan and whimper, your voice filled with need, as I fill you up and make you scream my name. And oh, how sweet it would be to see you come apart under my touch."

You then see a notification, seeing a picture of Johnny's pulsing, thick cock, glowing with anticipation and excitement, making your body react and your pussy wet at the sight.

"-Now, why don't you show me how wet you got? Take a picture for me, my kitten, I want to see how much I affected you."

As he talks, you can hear the unmistakable sound of his hand stroking his hard cock on the other end of the line, his voice cracking slightly with pleasure.

You send the nude back, exposing your wet pussy to him, glistening in the dim light, your clit throbbing from Johnny Cage's teasing, the image is received by the older man and Johnny's breath catches when he sees your nude.

"-Damn baby, you know just how to tease me, don't you? That pretty little pussy of yours, so wet and inviting. I can practically taste it from here. Go ahead, kitten, show me how much you want it. Slide those fingers inside you, feel how tight and wet you are for me. I want to hear those sweet moans coming from your lips. Let me see how much you crave my touch."

You obey his order, massaging your clit greedily, using your fingers slowly as you listen to him on the other end of the line, Johnny's voice was mixed with the sound of his dick coming and going on the other side, with moans trapped in his throat, released periodically when he could no longer contain himself.

"-Mmm, yes my sweet thing, I left you wet because I can't resist the thought of you dripping with need. It drives me wild knowing that you're touching yourself, that you're pleasuring that tight little pussy for me. I want you to slip another finger inside, kitten, make yourself nice and stretched, imagine it's my cock filling you up, pounding into you mercilessly... Can you feel it, my pretty boy/girl? Can you feel how much I want you?" - His breath hitches, and his voice becomes rougher, more desperate.

"-Fuck, yes, kitten. I can hear how wet you are. Your moans, the sound of your fingers sliding in and out of that tight little hole...it's making me so hard, so fucking desperate to be with you. I can practically feel your tight walls pulsing around me as I thrust into you, over and over again. God (Y/N), I want to make you come apart, make you scream my name as you cum all over my fingers."

You could feel the wetness of your pussy increase, your cervix extremely hot as you moaned for Johnny to hear, you soon decided to send him a video, showing his effect on you, increasing the heat of the forbidden connection that was happening there, he receives the video of you fingering yourself, becoming even more hard and needy to feel you with him.

"-Fuck, you really are a little slut, aren't you? Teasing me like that, showing me just how eager and wet you are, you learn fast, my pretty boy/girl. It seems you've been paying close attention to your old man here, now, spread your legs wider for me, my little slut. I want to see every inch of that beautiful pussy, watch as you fuck yourself with those fingers. Show me how good you are at pleasuring it, how desperately you want to make yourself cum for me." - Johnny says, laughing and groaning, biting his bottom lip to himself, filling the call, a deep, satisfied sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"-Oh, my sweet little slut, you're doing such a good job pleasuring yourself for me. I love seeing how desperate and needy you are. But don't worry, kitten, I won't let you have all the fun. I have a little something for you too." -As he speaks, you receive a notification and open the video that Johnny sent. The screen displays a provocative close-up of his hard, throbbing cock. The girthy member is adorned with prominent veins, pulsating with desire. The video shows Johnny gripping his shaft firmly, stroking himself with a mixture of urgency and controlled rhythm. His hand moves up and down, his thumb occasionally swiping over the sensitive head.

"-Does it excite you, my pretty kitten? Watching me stroke myself in response to your little pussy, imagine it's your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, how good it would feel as I thrust into you without mercy.... ah~ f-fuck, I want you to imagine every inch of me inside you, claiming you as mine."

You soon saw the notifications, Johnny sent more videos, In the videos he sent, Johnny's cock is throbbing and leaking with pre-cum, a clear sign of his arousal. Each video showcases his powerful thrusts and the enticing sight of him gripping himself tightly. His abs glisten with sweat as he clenches his muscles, leaving no doubt about his stamina and desire.

The images of your arousal on his phone screen only fuel his desire further, causing his own hand to quicken its pace on his hard cock, Johnny's voice becomes rougher, his breath labored as he listens to your moans and watches the explicit videos of your wet, needy pussy.

"-F-Fuck, you're such a good little slut, look at you honey, taking those fingers so eagerly, just like I knew you would. I can't wait to feel that tight little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, sucking me like your life depends on it. I want to see you swallow every last drop of my cum, feel you gag and moan on my throbbing cock."

"-I can't hold back anymore (Y/N). I need to be inside you. I want to fuck you, You'll be begging for mercy, begging for release, and I'll give it to you, but only when I'm damn well satisfied... Get ready for me, my little fuck toy? I'm coming for you."

You feel your orgasm coming, your pussy squeezed the only finger you managed to stick inside your wet and hot hole, with that you let out a sweet and exciting moan.

"-Fuck, that's it, my little slut. Cum for me, scream my name as you release all that pent-up need. You're so fucking beautiful when you're lost in pleasure, my little kitten." -Johnny lose control, he realizes your orgasm, making him cum and be satisfied.

After a few moments, he sends you a video of his own orgasm. The screen reveals his throbbing cock, slick with his release. As he strokes himself to completion, his member pulsates and glistens with his warm, sticky cum. In the video, you catch a glimpse of his face, slightly worn from the intensity of his pleasure, his sunglasses slightly askew, revealing the desire and exhaustion in his eyes.

"-Well... I guess we can continue, but personally in my mansion, break up with your boyfriend/girlfriend now (Y/N), you're mine kitten." -Johnny spoke in a dark voice, hanging up abruptly, with no room for discussion, it was strange to hear him so serious, but you had no other choice, you were his now and it wasn't a bad thing.

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teeskz · 2 months

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Sneak Peek:

¡Arriba!

“Enjoying this dirty night to escape.”

» synopsis of T!TS UP here

> out now!

» pairing: fem!reader x OT5 (kim hongjoong, jeong yunho, choi san, song mingi, jung wooyoung)

» summary: being a bookworm, you’re used to your regular schedule of simply studying, eating, oh, and the occasional sleeping. it isn’t until one night, you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, and soon get swept up in one of the craziest games you’ve ever heard. in hindsight, maybe you should’ve declined. but it was only supposed to last for one night. one, dirty night.

» genres & warning: college au, suggestive ASF, more warnings to come

» a/n: no wc cause this only a short snippet

» tag list: @mingyuslice @facioleeknow @yakosobaboba @xcynthiaaa @stayskz143 @isabel-018

if your name is crossed off, i couldn't find you

You feel a drop in your palm as Mingi hands you over the die, nervousness flowing through you, “I- okay.”

Your heart is pounding against your rib cage when you start to shake your enclosed hand, a mix between sweat and fear coating the cube. You release it shortly after and watch it roll around in front of you.

Eventually, the velocity of it slows and the wild spinning stops, leaving a scarlett-red square staring back at you. A dare.

“Oh, our first dare.” There’s a bite to Wooyoung’s tone, proving obvious that he's choosing to completely ignore the past few rounds.

San leans forward for you and grabs a card, passing it off to you, "You can do this."

You don’t even look at it immediately and instead wait until you were back against Mingi before reading it aloud to the others.

“Did someone turn up the temperatures?" you start off steadily, "Suddenly, you’re feeling hot. Have the other players choose which piece of clothing to remove, hope this helps your problem…”

Keeping your eyes locked on the words. You trail off towards the end, not finding the courage to look up knowing they're all watching you. Undressing you in their heads.

“We get to choose?” Yunho happily accepts this feat as does everyone else. They make your already rapid heart accelerate, but what’s even worse is how the stupid throb in your core intensifies.

Hongjoong, ever so leisurely, grabs hold of the open flap from your pajama bottoms and wiggles the fabric around, "I say we get rid of these."

San perks up excitedly at the proclamations, “I second. Y/N, you don’t need those on anymore.”

This is so wrong. So, incredibly wrong.

While you're distracted by those two, you don’t notice Mingi traveling a hand down to the waist band of your pants, lifting it up to barely reveal your underwear line and skin, “Can you take ‘em off for us?”

“Let’s go, Y/N-ie. You can’t keep us waiting.” Wooyoung pouts while also tugging at the other pant leg.

The pleads of the group grow, while your determination to not do it shrinks. God, are they making this difficult for you.

After a few more begs, and a few more touches, you break and decidedly give in, “F-Fine, I'll get these off.”

Mingi breaths out, the hand that was on your waist band slipping below to touch your outer leg. He teases the others by showing them bits and pieces of your skin, not fully pulling your pants down till Yunho comes to the other side and helps to tug it off of you.

Collectively, they all aid in discarding your bottoms and once they're off of you, you try to suppress the urge to cover yourself. There, in full display for everyone to see, are your tight, pale yellow panties that’re always your favorite to wear to bed.

But when you’re damn-near half naked in front of a group of boys, now you’re wishing you had worn something more attractive; like how one of your roommates owns a pair of lacy black thongs that you’ve seen one too many times before.

Hongjoong brings a light graze to your now exposed legs, tracing around your skin, “You’re so cute when you listen to us.”

"Look, there's even little flowers." San pokes fun at you, even going as far as pinching your underwear in a teasing manner

“Can- Can we move on?” You’re letting out small huffs while Mingi brings a hand down to rub at your thigh.

"Awwe, alright, alright. Guys, let's ease up on her." Yunho reaches over your legs to retrieve the lonely die from the ground.

The rest of the boys oblige, them returning to their spots with slick smiles on their face. Sure, they'll play the game, but just know, they're in it for the long haul.

And it's going to get way worse than this.

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anna-hawk · 27 days

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Dexterity

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You're having some quality time on your own when Frank pays you an unexpected visit.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 4,1k

Tags and warnings: masturbation, finger fucking, teasing, praise kink, hand & finger kink, dirty talk

Always time for Coffee series

⚠️ If you follow me on AO3, this is NOT a new fic! ⚠️

A/N: This month will mark five years since I posted my very first Frank x Reader fic. I made a small post for the series a few years back, but never a dedicated one for the first ever fic. After the news and pics of getting Frank back today, even if it's only for a small role, I was thinking back to the time I got first inspired to write and actually post something for once. It's been quite the journey since then and this series has now 16 parts, but most importantly, this fic played a big part in me joining the beautiful fandom that I've been a part of these past 4 years and getting me to meet incredible people. So I figured, let's be nostalgic and officially post it on here too.

Ever since meeting Frank Castle, you’ve been obsessed with his hands.

You know they have killed numerous people and could do cruel things to the ones deserving it, but you also know how kind and gentle they can be. When he would come to your shop as Pete, you’d seen how he would talk to one of your employees' kid, the boy having always had a short fuse, and manage to calm the boy down by simply putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The couple of times when he’d handled the fragile elements of your ice cream maker while repairing it with those deft hands had also shown how gentle they could be.

Yeah, you really have a thing for his hands and the guy himself.

The first time you'd met him, you'd met Pete Castiglione the construction worker, who’d been visiting your Café for the first time. You had followed the whole Punisher debacle on TV and had been very intrigued by the man’s story. Yet even though you'd thought that Pete looked familiar, it had taken you a few weeks of him coming in every other day and helping you out with an electrical problem, to realize who had actually been hiding under all this wild hair and beard. That had been the first time you had come into contact with his hands, too. He had taken off his baseball cap, looked at you to ask where the problem was while standing really close to you, and something in his expression had finally made it click inside you. You'd breathed out, “Frank Castle,” in stunned realization a moment later. In the next second, he'd had you by your throat and against the opposite wall, asking who’d sent you. You had been so startled that you’d just started laughing at the absurdity of you being able to hurt him. Okay, so maybe not really laughed as much as choked, since he’d had his fingers squeezing rather hard around your windpipe. But you'd managed to wheeze out your thoughts, and he'd released you enough for you to tell him why and how you had recognized him. He’d deemed you trustworthy enough, apparently, because he'd let go of you and apologized for overreacting.

You had promised him that you would never tell anyone about him that same evening.

As weeks passed, and he’d still come by your Café, you'd managed to build a rather close friendship. After a while, though, you'd noticed that he was coming by less and less until he stopped coming altogether, making you worried. Finally, after the day everyone had found out that Frank Castle was still alive through live TV, he'd come to your shop when you were closing. You had been even more scared for him since the news and beyond relieved to see him unscathed. You had been touched to learn that he’d wanted to make sure that no one had found out that you knew about him and come to hurt you to get to him. He'd also told you that he would have to lie low for a while. You'd suggested that he should come to your place and hide there. He had declined, too worried about what could happen to you. Still, as you'd accepted his concern, you'd told him that he could come to yours whenever he needed to, no matter the time of the day or the night. You had never been more glad about giving him your address because weeks later, he had come to hide for the night and had done so several nights until the whole thing with Billy Russo had been over.

Nowadays, he still shows up every now and again. Mostly nights because he has some business to take care of, or just to say hi. You both grab a drink (mostly coffee) and chat. You enjoy his company a lot. Okay, more than a lot. You’ve had a thing for the Punisher even before meeting Frank, but since knowing the man himself, you couldn’t help being attracted to Frank and his beautiful large hands and agile fingers. Among other things. You don't know where he stands with romantic or even only physical relationships considering his past, but you do kind of flirt with one another. You know that Frank likes you a lot; otherwise he wouldn’t come to see you regularly. But even if you want him, badly, you feel that it’s more like bantering to him and nothing more.

That doesn’t stop you from dreaming or fantasizing about him and the filthy things that you’d love him to do to you or you to him, though. And that's actually exactly what you’re doing right now. You’re lying on your bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, one hand inside your sleeping shorts while your breaths come harder and faster. You’ve been teasing yourself for what feels like an hour, fingers alternating between circling your clit languidly and pushing three deep into you to mimic the size of two of his, getting yourself closer and closer to one spectacular orgasm. You’ve got your eyes closed, face flushed, bottom lip between your teeth, while your middle finger is rubbing faster and faster over your slippery clit. Harsh breaths leave you as you picture Frank spreading you wide with his fingers and whispering dirty nothings into your ear. You’re right there, on the brink, ready to fall, when there’s a resounding knock at your door.

You yelp in surprise and flinch so hard that you nearly hit yourself in the face with how fast you remove your hand from between your legs. You’re trying to get your bearings back, your body still trembling from being strung high for so long and not getting what it wants, when there is another knock. You groan in frustration and get up on wobbly legs to go check on who wants to see you so badly at that time of night. You look through the peephole and gasp when you see Frank’s face. He'd been here only last week, and he usually shows up only once a month at best, so you’re completely thrown when you open your door to the smirking man.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greets in his signature gruff and deep voice, upper body pressed lazily against the door jamb.

He’s looking calm and carrying no signs of a recent fight. Meaning that this isn’t an emergency call. Good. He’s wearing dark jeans and a charcoal Henley with his usual combat boots, three days worth of stubble on his face. He looks mouthwatering, and you valiantly try not to let anything show on your face.

“Was in the neighborhood visitin' Curtis and thought I could come check on you too. Sorry it’s so late,” he continues, confirming your earlier thoughts on there being no immediate danger.

“You’ve come by way later, Frank,” you remind him with a snort and motion for him to follow you inside.

You notice that your voice came out a bit strained, and hope that he doesn’t see how your knees are still shaking after the near orgasm and the effect his unexpected presence has on you. Well, turns out that you’re out of luck.

“You okay there?” He asks, as he follows you into the kitchen.

You groan inside, of course he noticed. You still try to play it off.

“What? Of course, I’m okay.” You hate how your laugh sounds off. You’re usually better at faking stuff like that.

“Yeah?” he says, coming to stand right before you to give you a once over. “'cause you’re all flushed and breathin' kinda hard.” He even lifts one hand to feel your temperature, but you dodge it and turn to the sink, reaching over it to get two coffee mugs out of a cupboard. Anything to avoid him see you blush even more.

“I’m fine, Frank, don’t worry… Coffee?” You desperately hope that he’s going to let it go. You need to put yourself back together and slow your breathing.

“Can never refuse your coffee.”

You breathe a small sigh of relief when he seems to accept your answer and smile at how fond he sounds of your coffee making skills. You’re about to reach for the coffee beans when he says, “Seriously, though, am I makin' you this nervous or what's goin' on?”

You put your hands back down and groan in defeat, hanging your head.

“Could you just let it go, Frank? Please?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you don’t turn around to look at him while you wait.

“Did I interrupt somethin'?” He finally says, amusement clear in his voice. Damn him and his perceptiveness.

You hide your face in your hands and whimper in embarrassment.

“Oh God, just shut up, Frank!” Your voice is muffled by your hands. He barks out a laugh, making you lower your hands again. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Hey, hey, `s okay Sweetheart, there’s nothin' to be embarrassed about,” he tells you gently, though you can tell that he’s still grinning, the bastard.

“Yes well…” You still refuse to turn around, even though you can hear him move closer behind you.

“'could always show me, y'know,” he says, and even though the words hit you to the core because the thought alone sends a new wave of deep arousal through you, you can’t place his tone.

That's why you do the only thing that comes to mind and gasp, turning around to backhand him in the chest and play into the joke.

“Oh, fuck you, asshole.”

You meet his eyes and see that there’s something there, lying just under the teasing glint. You suck in a breath, holding it in, while your heart beats a nervous tattoo against your rib cage.

“Or… I could help 'course,” he finally says, voice low, after what feels like minutes and not seconds, his piercing eyes never leaving yours.

You stare at him, still barely daring to breathe. The idea of him helping you out nearly sends you to your knees. Eventually, you exhale in a snort because come on, he doesn’t mean it, and go back to facing the counter, taking the coffee beans out of the cupboard.

“Yeah, right… Let’s get back to that coffee, yeah?” Bonus points for sounding offhand.

You hear him taking another step and then see his hands coming to rest on the counter, one on each side of you, effectively caging you in. His voice is a rough whisper against your left ear, making you gasp.

“Is that a no?”

Your hands, now inches apart from Frank’s, are gripping the marble beneath them, hard. You close your eyes and swallow.

“Don’t play games with me, Frank.” Your voice goes deeper and colder in warning. You might not expect anything romantic-wise from him, but you won’t be made a fool of.

“‘m not playin', Baby.”

To confirm his words, he glides his nose along your nape and bites you lightly on the juncture between neck and shoulder.

You moan, all need. That nickname. He's never used it before, but it does something to you. Babe you’ve never liked. But Baby? The way Frank says it, just gets to you. You incline your head to the side, a silent surrender, and feel him grin against your skin. Your eyes are closed so that you don’t see his right hand leave the counter, but feel it settle on your hip and slowly glide down your thigh to the hem of your shorts. To your dismay, his mouth leaves your neck.

“Spread your legs for me, Sweetheart,” he rumbles into your ear.

You oblige instantly, parting your legs and leaning slightly forward to accommodate him. Frank hums in approval. You can feel his fingers on your skin now, just beneath the hem of your shorts, slowly making their way under your right butt cheek and to your center, the touch light and measured. How is it that he's barely touching you and making your breathing speed up again? You try to relax your hands because you’re still gripping the hard kitchen surface like crazy; anything to anchor you. But Frank chooses that moment to push the short’s to the side, hooking it between your ass cheeks and the left side of your outer lips, to grant him easier access. One large finger slides through your still wet folds. One lazy pass through your slit and up to your clit, and your hands lock into place again, a harsh gasp leaving your mouth.

“Shit, already so fuckin’ wet, huh? Guess I did interrupt somethin' good.”

You say nothing, you can’t right now.

Frank keeps up his slow and torturous pace, sometimes staying over your clit and circling it with a featherlight touch that has you nearly screaming in frustration. You try to get a bit more pressure by pushing down on his finger every time he does this, but he just goes back to teasing your slit. Your arms are trembling from the strain, and you murmur a nearly silent plea for more. He seems to hear you though because he chuckles kindly and applies enough pressure for you to moan in satisfaction for a few seconds, before he stops again, too soon. When you fantasize about him, you usually picture him as the teasing kind of lover, but your imagination could never have reached this level.

“Tell me… What you been thinkin' about earlier?”

You’re kind of put out to hear that his voice is still steady, so you decide on the truth. In for a penny and all that.

“You,” you breathe softly.

His movements stop, and you’re satisfied with his reaction, when you realize that you might have overshared. His hand is moving again a moment later, and he growls deep in his throat. He presses his chest to your back, left hand coming up from the counter to grab your jaw and pull it to the side to press biting kisses into your neck and shoulder, making you keen.

“Me, huh? Fuck, now I really want ya to show me sometime…,” he pants roughly into your neck, index finger rubbing tighter and harder over you. “And what was I doin’?”

You have to concentrate to answer him, the pressure on your clit so delicious now. Your voice ends up breaking on each word.

“Something… like… that…”

“Something?”

“Finger-fucking… me.”

He inhales sharply, and you feel him adjust his position behind you, his clothed erection brushing against your ass for a second.

“Something like that?”

Two of his large fingers plunge deep into you, filling you to the brim. You cry out in bliss and go up on your tiptoes for a second as your body rises. Your back bows backward, resulting in your head coming to rest on his shoulder, while your eyes close, and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Fuck, you feel so good for me, Baby,” he groans into your temple. He withdraws slightly before pushing back all the way in, setting a steady rhythm as the way his name keeps falling from your lips keeps him going.

The hand on your jaw slackens after a while and travels down your neck, over your collarbone and a covered nipple. He’s stroking down your belly and to the junction of your thighs before he finally stops directly over your clit. He rolls it between index and thumb with just the right amount of too much and not enough pressure, or flicks quickly over it repeatedly to keep you on your toes and not know what to expect next. The rhythm of his two hands are completely different. Where his left hand is teasing you slowly but mercilessly, his right hand still has two fingers fucking you fast and deep, making you whimper brokenly. His fingers feel absolutely incredible, yet you know that it’s to keep you on the edge of release. You love and hate it at the same time. The dual sensation has you removing your head from his shoulder to take your weight with your hands on the counter again, leaning forward a bit more to push your ass out and give him even better access.

Frank grunts his approval and keeps up the pace. You feel him resting his forehead on the nape of your neck.

“Holy shit, girl, look at ya takin' my fingers so perfectly,” he says gruffly. You squeeze down on said fingers at the praise, resulting in a groan of appreciation from him.

Eventually, no matter how long he’d intended to keep you on the brink, you’ve been strung so high for so long, that your orgasm is building inexorably, your body ready to crash back down again. His continuous praise is speeding it up as well. Your legs start to shake and a light sheen of sweat is covering your skin. Your harsh breaths are intermingled with moans and gasps of please mores and yesyesyes.

“Frank, please,” you beg one last time. “Please!”

“I gotcha, Sweetheart,” Frank answers finally and starts upping his pace on your clit.

“Yes!” you hiss, elated.

But Frank is apparently not completely done with you because he removes his two fingers from inside you, only to push back but with a third one, this time. You can only cry out in surprise and deep pleasure as he gives you half a second to adjust, before he starts an intense rhythm again. You’ve never felt this full with only fingers, and you can now feel as your release starts curling hotter and tighter in your belly.

“F-f-f-frank, I’m so, so close,” you manage to breathe out.

Frank keeps a litany of words spilling out of his mouth against your neck, “So fuckin' perfect for me” and, “Takin' me so beautifully”.

Suddenly, you're right there again, just like before, ready to take the leap. You feel the shivers running through your whole body and centering where Frank is rubbing tighter and tighter circles. Frank lifts his head from yours and growls deeply into your ear. “Now come for me, Baby. Come on my fingers.”

“Oh fuck, Frank!” You mewl, high-pitched, and that’s it. Everything in you snaps at his words. The intensity of this so long to come orgasm hits you like a freight train driven by Frank Castle. Your body curves back against his, your head back on his shoulder, facing his neck. Your hold on the kitchen worktop becomes deadly again after having slackened somewhat, and you cry out in pure, unadulterated bliss. You dimly feel Frank stopping the fingers inside you and taking them out to circle your waist and push you even more back against him. His focus is on his left hand, index finger still stroking your bud with intense precision, prolonging your release.

As you’re slowly coming down, your body begins to tremble and Frank tightens his hold on you to prevent your knees from giving out on you. You finally release the worktop, fingers a bit stiff, and put them over Frank’s arm to hold on to. His finger hasn’t stop working you, though, and while it’s sending you nice aftershocks, which have you jerking and gasping against him, you finally reach down with one hand to grab his wrist to stop his movements and rest it against your waist with the other.

“Too much,” you mumble into his throat.

You stand like that for a while, both not saying anything while you try to get your breathing back under control. As the seconds trickle by, and you process the last fifteen minutes, you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up and escapes your lips.

“What?” Frank asks, and you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“That was so not what I was expecting from your visit… Not that I mind, of course,” you grin, all relaxed limbs and all.

Frank chuckles, “‘m a man full of surprises.”

You reach down to tug at your shorts and make yourself presentable again, and snicker.

“That you are,” you say and turn around in his arms to look at him, your hands coming to rest on his strong chest.

Your heart misses a beat when you see his face. He’s a bit flushed, and he’s still breathing rather deeply, but it’s his eyes that capture your full attention. They are still dark with arousal, the gaze intense and fixed on yours. Frank’s lips break out in a smirk as he catches you staring. You swallow and clear your throat as you finally take in the hard outline of his dick against your body. You’re about to open your mouth to inquire about it, but he beats you to it.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it, Sweetheart.”

“But-”

“‘m good,” he cuts in again, kissing your temple to take the sting out of his rebuttal before letting go of you.

You stay quiet and lean back against the counter as you nod vaguely. Frank takes a few steps backwards away from you, one hand coming up to rake through his hair and down his neck in a nervous gesture. He doesn’t look at you, so you decide to break the silence. You’re still floating on your high a bit and don’t want things to get uncomfortable between you two.

“So… coffee?”

You see him take a small breath and look back at you with a smile. His eyes are kind but unreadable, like they so often are when he’s thinking about something.

“Yeah, I’d like that, thanks.”

You smile and get back to grab the things you need, Frank going to sit on the couch. The silence is only broken by the coffee grinder for a small while. Your apartment is one large space with an open kitchen that gives on a big living area. A comfortable couch and a coffee table, that are framed by two armchairs, face a flat screen TV and huge floor to ceiling windows. Your bedroom with en suite bathroom is on the opposite side from the kitchen. You adore this place. From where you’re preparing the two mugs, you only have to turn your head to the left to see Frank sitting on the couch, arms thrown over the back of it, legs spread wide. He stares unblinkingly at the darkness and buildings outside your windows. You bite your lip and sigh softly. Once you’re done, one mug with strong dark coffee for Frank in one hand and in the other one with decaf because you definitely don’t need any more excitement tonight, you make your way over to him.

You walk around the back of the couch to sit at the opposite end, your back resting against the armrest. You extend your hand with Frank’s mug toward him. He blinks down at it for a second before taking the mug. He turns his upper body to face you, and you relax a little more at the half smile, half smirk that he usually wears and that he gives you now.

“Thanks,” he says gratefully and hums in pleasure when he takes his first sip.

“Anytime,” you chuckle warmly. You had been proud to find out that Frank had initially come to your Café because he had heard people talking about the quality of your coffee.

You sit there without saying anything, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, both savoring your drinks.

“So how’s Curtis?” You inquire after several long minutes.

It’s an honest question, but you also want to show Frank that you can still talk like you used to. You’ve never met Curtis, but you’ve heard a lot about him and how he has always been there for Frank. That alone means a lot in your book. You end up talking for a small amount of time, conversation becoming easier, before Frank decides to bid you goodnight. You walk him back to the door, and he envelops you in a hug that you hadn’t been expecting at this point. He kisses you on a temple like he often does, making you smile into his neck fondly before returning the kiss but on one cheek instead.

“Take care,” he rasps into your ear, before letting go of you and opening the door.

“Be careful,” you counter with raised eyebrows and a meaningful look.

Frank chuckles and nods. “I'll see what I can do.”

He walks off to the elevator, which opens for him immediately when he pushes the call button, and steps inside. He lifts a hand in a wave as the doors slide closed in front of him, and then he’s gone.

You close your door and lean against it, heaving a heavy sigh. You don’t really know what to feel right now. You’ve just had one of the most memorable orgasms of your life, but still don’t know where you stand with Frank. If you go back to how things were before tonight, that’s fine with you. You’re kind of afraid that you might have scared him off, but the way he behaved before leaving makes you feel confident enough that you haven’t. The ball is definitely in Frank’s court now. You would have to wait and see.

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theapangea · 8 months

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Missed You Too

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You finally kiss Steve.

A/N: Ok this is one that I posted on AO3 after the end of the last season. Obviously I had to write something good for Steve because they do my boy so dirty!! HE IS NOT SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE!! Hope you enjoy my loves <3!!

The past week was a blur. You didn’t expect your first college spring break to end with you racing back to Hawkins to see the aftermath of what Venca…? One…? Henry…caused. You didn’t want to entirely believe that the Upside Down still existed, that the gate was still open after you all fought so hard to close it time and time again. That’s why you chose to leave Hawkins in the first place, moving across the country to get away from the horrors of that small town.

But when Jonathan, Will, and Mike show up at your door, pleading for your help to find Eleven, you couldn’t just turn your back on them, not then, not ever.

You didn’t even know that Joyce, Eleven, and the boys moved to California shortly after you did. No one bothering to stay in touch, mostly you didn’t bother to stay in touch. Almost like you intentionally separated yourself from the people you were closest to. You would never admit it, blaming the lack of communication on school.

The truth was, you didn’t want to be part of Hawkins anymore. You didn’t want to fear for your life. The scar that Hawkins left on your soul made you paranoid, made it hard for you to live a normal life. Always looking over your shoulder, always ready for a fight.

The drive back was like riding a bike, you could drive it blind folded if you had to. Everyone thought it would be best if you drove the last bit as Jonathan was barely able to stay awake at this point. The tall, full trees lined the only road in and out of Hawkins. Car after car rushing to escape the town as disaster stuck only nights before.

Passing shelters, destroyed homes, police and media, all lining the streets trying to make sense of the situation. If only they knew the truth.

The car swings around the curb, braking suddenly outside of the Wheeler house. You never thought you would be here again, at least not in this lifetime. Pausing, white knuckling the steering wheel as you hear the van door slide open. Mike, Eleven, Will, Argyle and Jonathan exiting the vehicle to be reunited with loved ones again. You take your time getting out of the pizza van, not sure if you wanted to see them, not sure if they wanted to see you .

Finding yourself staying by the van with Argyle. He was new, didn’t know about Hawkins and was thrown into this mess similar to how you all were. How could he continue to want to be part of this? Your gaze drifts down, your chest heaving rapidly. Your feet glued to the ground, unable to move from your spot.

Closing your eyes, trying to regain a sense of self. It shouldn’t matter that you left then, it should only matter that you are here now . Some relief washing over as you repeat that you are here now, you are here now, you are here now. The held breath releasing as you scan the scene in front of you, the warm breeze picking up making you draw the wild strands of hair behind your ears.

You watch as Mike hugs his mom, her eyes tender and soft, thanking the gods for him to be returned safely, stating how he is never allowed to leave home again. Her hands never leave his body, afraid that if she lets go then he will disappear without a trace again.

Jonathan approaches Nancy, both unsure of their relationship, both yearning for a solution - but still they hug, the sweet embrace almost made up for the long, angry phone calls and the absence spring break trip.

Jonathan told you all about his Nancy problems, hoping you would be able to help. He didn’t like your answer of honesty and communication, joking how you were never honest with your true feelings for a certain Hawkins boy. Quietly commenting that you should have made a move a long time ago to get him to move on from Nancy.

After all this time, you couldn’t believe he was still hung up on her. But maybe he was supposed to move on. Move on to someone who he spent all his time with, to the person he’d drop by at their house unannounced, to the girl who was so tired of the neverending nightmares that she did everything she could to move as far away as possible. Even if it meant breaking the heart of the person she was supposed to end up with.

And there he was…

Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. The green-blue sweater with the rolled up sleeves to the washed out blue jeans hugging his hips in all the right places. The way his hair was so delicately placed, too messy to be considered neat, too neat to be considered messy. His eyes heartbroken, full of pain and anger. Full of every ounce of love that he is willing to give away in a heartbeat. Your soul aching for him.

His hand placed on the back of his neck, clearly hurt from the unfolding scene between Nancy and Jonathan. Robin’s hand pressing gently on his back, guiding him away.

You weren’t surprised that he still had feelings for her. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised in any way. He would always talk about her, the way she laughed and talked and smiled. And it made you so angry back then. Realizing that the anger never left.

He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixated on the ground. Probably hoping to finally disappear. You feel the same. You were two passing ships in the night too afraid to let the other one know you were there, constantly turning off your lights, constantly dropping your sails.

The situation between you both was left pretty rocky. You could never decipher the tension between you both, was it love or indifference? Steve was always there for you and even supported your decision to leave Hawkins, even if that meant never seeing you ever again.

You promised to call each other once a week, which did happen until once a week turned into once a month and once a month turned into dozens of missed calls on both ends. Leaving you both hopeless and alone. Both trying to figure out adulthood without the comfort of a childhood friend.

Before pushing your body away from the car, you look over at Argyle for some sort of friendly relief. After hearing Jonathan complain about you never making a move on Steve, Argyle has been constantly encouraging you since. To not wait for any guy to make the first move, to create your own future. You were surprised at his wisdom.

His kind smile helps ease your nerves as your feet move one in front of the other, your heart beating so loud you can hear it in your ears. The drowning noise of your blood rushing through your body almost makes you want to turn around. Run away like the first time - but you were tired of running. Tired of the ‘what if situation’ that danced between you and Steve. This was your moment and there was no way you were going to turn back. Not this time.

Walking down the driveway, Mrs.Wheeler silently thanks you for helping bring Mike back home safely. Her hand lightly squeezes yours as you pass. Your lips curl, barely a smile forming as your mind is elsewhere.

Nancy watches as you walk by, her body still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms. Her mouth barely parted, maybe she wanted to say something but immediately regretted his decision to make any comment. The strong bond between you both broke when she started to date Steve…then Jonathan. You were civil with one another but you’ve barely spoken a sentence in the past three years. Neither of you wanting to resolve your years-long battle.

Robin’s and Steve’s gaze are on you. Stopping right in front of the pair, realizing you didn’t have a plan once you got to this point. Robin instantly beaming that bright smile that you missed so much. Her hug was intentional, like she was trying to squeeze all the events of this past week out of you. Cleansing you of all the horrors. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling her deeper, knowing you needed her in that moment. Her comfort washing over you, giving you the strength you so desperately needed. She releases you, arm's length away, her smile inviting and safe.

Your eyes shifting to Steve. Swearing in that moment that he was smiling but immediately covering it with a cough and a snatch on the nose.

She squeezes your shoulders before walking away, giving you and Steve a little alone time. Even if that alone time was in front of half your friends.

“Hey.” You exhale, the tension growing between the two of you. The air suddenly still as his eyes studying your face, his fingers twitching every so slightly.

In one swift movement, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in for a hug. The instant smell of his cologne filling your head, making you dizzy with the smell of home. No words needed to be spoken between the two of you. He was just glad you were safe, finally in his arms.

You missed him.

Not just this past week, but for the past 8 months. He pulls you in closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. The breath of fresh air was everything you both needed, everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need.

In this moment, you were his and he was yours. Everything was right with the world. All the trouble of this past week washes away, your minds clearing, seeing a future with only the two of you.

You both pull back, speaking in a silent conversation. Neither of you know how to respond in this situation. Both of you felt the buzz, the electricity, the love.

After all this time, it felt like you never left. The feelings for Steve came crumbling back down. You thought this was your chance, your only chance . Your body makes the decision for you, as your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.

Your breath instantly intertwines with his, every inhale pulling him closer and closer. Your other hand balling up into the soft fabric of his sweater as he deepens into you. His hand catching your cheek, his lips soft and warm, gentle yet demanding. The craving of his touch on your skin sends heat waves throughout your body.

He takes his time, wanting to remember this moment. All the uncertain feelings, all the unfinished conversations, crashing down all around you both. Kissing him was the only way you could tell him everything you had kept in for all these years.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, pure eyes as he whispers, “I missed you too.”

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I hope you enjoyed!! thank you for reading and supporting me

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universecorp · 2 years

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⤷ stoner!bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

⤷ w.c: 6.2k

⤷ summary: as much as beomgyu tries to deny falling in love with you, even after he claimed you saved him from believing his whole purpose of life was to be bad luck, his heart cannot tell a lie.

⤷ warnings: this fic contains slight physical and verbal abuse (not from beomgyu)! read with caution!

⤷ contents: angst, fluff, switch dom leaning!beomgyu, switch!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), mutual masturbation, slight voyeur, beomgyu likes being praised, tummy bulge.. kinda(?), slight obsession(?), spit (not in the mouth), nipple play, lots of kissing, unprotected sex (be carefullll!), beomgyu has a big di–

“come here.” smoke left his mouth as he spoke to you looking at your frame with heavy lids. earlier, the boy texted you saying to pack a bag and get everything ready for you to spend the night and without hesitation you obliged. now, you were in his car at 2 in the morning hot boxing in it. you climbed over the armrest and sat platonically close to the pretty boy. he put the blunt in your lip making you inhale in the strong gas and release it through your nose.

“i’m such a bad influence,” he laughed, feeling your body relax from its tense state. you shook your head no as you laughed at his drawn out words. “to be fair, i did ask you to teach me how to smoke so it’s not you it’s just me and my curiosity.” he smiled at you and blew out another puff of smoke.

the almost empty parking lot was extremely quiet, letting his thoughts and memories run wild with whatever. the memories of you two almost getting caught by the police made your shoulders bounce as you tried to contain your laughter. “what’s running though that head of yours?” the boy asked.

“it’s really been almost three years huh?” it didn’t sound like a question, more like a realization on your part remembering the first time you met him. his hair was all but long, quiet as you two sat across from one another at the class table. it was you who had to initiate talking to him first, only getting close the first day. days and days passed and now you’re here cuddling with him as you smoke away every problem you two had.

“yeah it has…” he breathed out. “and you’re still as bossy as ever.” you playfully smacked his leg, rolling your eyes. it was quiet after, the sound of cars honking here and there and the music playing quietly in the background strangely making the high stronger and heightening your senses; it felt good.

“me and my dad got into another argument,” beomgyu sighed. his fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he prepared to have this talk with you. he could see a glimpse of your jaw clenching in anger. “he was drunk and started talking about mom again and blamed me… again.”

beomgyu has told you about his dad ever since you two have gotten closer, and everytime he brings him up you could feel the fumes coming out of your ears. you hated him, he always blamed beomgyu for his mother’s departure. they never knew what happened to his mother but to beomgyu he was starting to believe it was true and it made you furious.

“he told me i was nothing but bad luck,” a soft chuckle fell from his lips until he replaced them with the blunt in his hand inhaling and exhaling one last time before he put out the small flame. “i’m starting to think it’s true.”

“i’ll hit you if you say that shit again,” you spat. “don’t believe him. he is bad luck, not you.” beomgyu smiled to himself as he played with your shirt again. of course he didn’t stop believing it, his father drilled that in his head for about four years now but hearing you say it’s not made him feel less shitty; your presence always made his life feel less shitty. he always admired your brightness, how nothing seemed to bother you but if it did you fought against and didn’t run away from it. he almost felt like a wuss compared to you, always running away from his problems and smoking it away when he had the chance. but the closer he got to you, the more his admiration started to turn into something more. to him it was still just admiration but in all reality he fell harder than anybody else.

he never wanted to put his problems on you, never went into crazy detail about his arguments with his father especially the ones that’s got physical. he never told you that you were his only reason to live, but he would tell you everyday that he loved you, he cared about you and wanted your friendship to last a lifetime. it would be selfish of him to tell you that, but he wanted to show you in every way he appreciated you.

“let’s go home, i’m sleepy.” a yawn came from you as you stretched your limbs out and climbed back into the passenger’s side. his thoughts were interrupted by your demand resulting in a smile as he climbed his way to the driver's seat. “anything for the princess.”

“thank fuck dad’s not home,” he whispered. you both walked up the steps to his bedroom and you instantly took socks off and jumped in his bed, sinking into the mattress like it was your very own. he just smiled and followed suit after he closed the door, jumping on top of you making an ‘oof!’ fall out of your mouth. “my fault.”

“yeah, your fault alright,” you huffed as you pushed him off of you. his hair fell over his pretty face teeth showing in a bright smile only causing you to form a contagious smile right after. “goodnight gyu.”

“goodnight princess.”

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soft breathy noises came from the both of you as you slept comfortably on your designated side. beomgyu’s arm randomly across your body while you lay on your stomach with your legs tangled up in his (you don’t know how to keep still in your sleep). as soft and comfortable as you both sound at 5:42 in the morning, it was soon ruined by the devil himself.

“beomgyu!!”

this muffled yell was soon followed by stuff falling off of counters and some dishes being slammed against the table. “beomgyu!!” so used to the tone of his name being screamed, said boy rose up from his bed eyes roaming the room to see where he was. ‘fuck’ continued to run through his mind, wishing his dad didn’t come into the house like this. usually he comes into the house mumbling to himself and running into his room to puke up the remaining alcohol in his system and then sleep, but of course the time you spend the night his dad wants to start a riot. in the corner of his eye he sees you stir in your sleep slowly waking up from the noise. “gyu..?”

“shh,” he whispered to you, placing his hand on your head softly bringing your head back down on the pillow. “go back to sleep, i’ll take care of it okay?” he threw the covers off of him and placed his feet against the floor. he immediately jolted out of his room, making sure to close the door behind him just in case it got too loud. once he got off the last step, he heard his father scream his name one last time, making him flinch. his heart was pounding, his adrenaline kicking in making his jaw clench in fear and anger.

“yes, dad?” beomgyu asked, his voice showing no signs of fear while his heart did the opposite. the smell of alcohol was so strong coming from his father that he could smell it from the bottom of the steps while the latter stood at the sink filled up with dirty dishes.

“you finally came downstairs?” his father slurred as he tried to hold himself up using the sink. “how fucking lazy are you? why aren’t these dishes cleaned up?” of course, something so small is going to turn into something so big. it was a repeating cycle for beomgyu, it’s fine then once his dad started drinking it got worse. the small things will turn into something huge, making a two minute argument turned into a screaming match. “your mother never liked it when the dishes weren’t clean, here you go fucking up again.”

your eyes opened slowly again trying to take in the scenery and figure out where the hell were you. beomgyu’s black and white comforter was a dead give away once you shifted in your spot. speaking of the boy, you wondered if he was okay remembering his father came home. you looked at your phone to see the time at 5:58am, the sun was barely out and his dad was yelling like a maniac. you stepped down from his bed and slowly walked towards his door to hear the rest of the conversation.

the sound of beomgyu’s yelling voice boomed into your ears, later followed by items being thrown and destroyed. you could hear curses fall from both your best friend and his father’s lips and the sound of a struggle. you immediately ran down the steps with your heart beating as fast as possible, worried for beomgyu hoping he wasn’t getting hurt. your eyes fell upon his dad gripping his shirt and beomgyu yelling in his face and his hand on his father’s arm. the men turned and looked at you once they felt your presence, this made his father scoff and let go of beomgyu’s shirt.

“ah.. no wonder why you smelled like bitch..” he slurred. “shut the fuck up,” beomgyu spat. you ran over to beomgyu, seeing a slight cut on his lip making your scared face show concern and sadness; this being your first time seeing beomgyu and his father get into a physical fight you were scared for him and absolutely pissed beyond belief.

“she’s going to end up leaving you next,” his father slurred, letting a chuckle slip out of his lips. “just like your mother.”

“he’s not like you,” you mumbled to yourself but loud enough for his father to hear. the said man darted his eyes to you and took several steps closer to you. every step he came in quicker and quicker, and before you could physically defend yourself beomgyu’s fist came across the side of his father’s face, knocking the man out onto the floor. it felt like time was moving unbelievably slow, the body of the man laying on the floor not moving an inch and your fingertips cold with fear. beomgyu felt his life flash as he thought about what his dad would do to him if he got up. his mind screaming at him to defend you and himself, he grabbed the empty bottle his father left on the table and held it by his side slowly rising it up over his head. he didn’t know what came over him, only his fight or flight kicking in waiting to see if his father would get up.

“gyu..! what are you doing?!” your tone was stern and worried as you called him. you grabbed his arm to bring him back to his senses feeling him shake and tense up. “what if—“ his eyes wouldn’t leave his father’s cold body. “he’s knocked out cold, he’s breathing and he’s fine..” you reassured him. your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the body as well. beomgyu’s father’s back moved up and down indicating he was breathing which snapped beomgyu back into reality. he dropped the bottle and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back up the stairs. “we have to go…”

frantically, he packed his bags. he didn’t care what he was putting in there, he just needed to leave before his father came to his senses. he ran into his father’s room, going into his drawer to find a couple hundred dollar bills and stuffing it into his pocket. once he finished packing, you two ran to his car and left without a care in the world.

“it’s 6:54,” you stated as beomgyu kept driving. you two stopped by the gas station and bought yourselves some snacks and water. you two decided to go to a hotel and stay there until whenever, just wanting to take everything day by day. “you wanna do something else before you go to the hotel or do you wanna sleep?” you could tell that the situation was running through his head nonstop. he picked at his lips every couple of seconds and played with the lobe of his ear, stimulating his senses while he thought about what just happened. “let’s just go to the hotel and sleep… i wanna shower.”

“this is nice,” you sighed once you walked into the room. you both put your bags down and put some of your belongings in the dressers and some of your things in the bathroom. “go shower i’ll help unpack the rest of your things.” beomgyu smiled at you and did as you told, grabbing his clothes and making his way towards the bathroom. you dig through his bag as you put the rest of his belongs in spots he could easily find them in. in one of the small pockets, you saw a small keychain that looked all too familiar in the palm of your hand. the longer you looked the more familiar it got until it clicked; it was a key chain that you bought him when you traveled out of the country, bringing back a small souvenir for him to remember you by. of course you didn’t think he would hold it dearly but he did. he remembered to bring it with him on this day by day journey with you as good luck, always having a small piece of you near him. you could feel your chest become warm as you smiled at the keychain in your hand, feeling the urge to cry knowing that he truly did care about it and about you. “he’s so cute,” you whispered to yourself once you put it back in the pocket. you put his bag to the side once you cleared everything out of it and finished off your bag also getting your pajamas ready to take a shower once the man came out.

“it’s all yours,” he said as he dried his wet hair. you got all your belongings and made your way into the shower. the feeling of the warm water eased up your tensed muscles, making you release a nice drawn out sigh of relief. this was exactly what you needed after the hectic morning, you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep in the shower due to the comforting water hitting your body. as you washed, you couldn’t help but think about beomgyu. before he even knew you he was going through terrible hardships, having him feel like he was the cause of his mother leaving and his father’s wrath. you wished he didn’t have to go through it, prayed to whatever higher being to get beomgyu out of that hell knowing he didn’t deserve any of it. without realizing, tears started to well up in your eyes blurring your version. “let me get out…” you whispered to yourself, rinsing your soapy body off.

“come to bed,” beomgyu spoke smiling at your beautiful frame, taking in every inch of you hoping you couldn’t read his mind. he was trying his best to be respectful in his mind but fuck it was hard keeping it sane while seeing you in a large shirt. you were so pretty to him, knowing that you are ten times more beautiful in his eyes due to his infatuation.

is it really only just infatuation?

no.

he liked you, found love within you and wanted nothing more than for you to know whether he told you or showed it through his actions. he didn’t want to believe it but as the days flew by he started to fall deeper and deeper, craving your attention and finding every way to please you and see your smiling face. maybe it was the start of an obsession? he truly didn’t know, but he tried his best to figure out what this feeling was besides the word ‘love’.

but that’s what it was.

you jumped into bed, the fresh sheets rubbing your bare legs making a soft sigh fall from your lips. you glanced at the clock one last time seeing how much time has passed; 8:26. beomgyu’s arm wrapped around your body bringing you closer to him snuggling his nose into your neck. “goodnight– night? good morning princess…?” he giggled. you shook your head with your lips forming into a smile.

“goodnight gyu.”

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“fuck i have to pee.” you slowly woke up rubbing your eyes adjusting to the dark light in the room. “what time is it..?” you spoke to yourself picking up your phone on the nightstand beside you. “fuck we slept that long?” it was 7:56 pm and the sky was close to becoming pitch black. you ran to the bathroom and relieved yourself breathing in and out slowly. you couldn’t wait to get back in the bed and sleep just a little longer, you could imagine yourself melting into the mattress once again making you shiver a bit in excitement. once you washed your hands, you laid back down in the bed pulling the covers over your frame. your eyes drifted to beomgyu’s face, taking in every line, crevice, bump, and every feature. he was so beautiful, everything about him screamed prince. sometimes, you wondered how somebody so beautiful came into your life, your boring life at that.

before you two met, your life was just a boring cycle; work, school, sleep, repeat. but thanks to a higher being, you two met. beomgyu was unpredictable, making the anticipation build up within you. unintentionally, your hand came up and caressed his soft cheek, your thumb rubbing soft and slow patterns against it. while you dazed at him softly, you saw tears run from his eyes in his sleep. a few seconds later his face started to twitch and his eyebrows furrowed.

“gyu?” you whispered. the hand that was on his cheek came down to his shoulder shaking him slightly to stir him awake. his eyes opened widely taking in your worried face. suddenly, he pulled you into a tight hug, crying harder into your shoulder. “gyu..? what’s wrong?”

scenes of his dream ran through his head as he sobbed into your shoulder. in his dream, you left him like his father foreshadowed. walking out just like his mother, still believing he was nothing but bad luck. he could feel his life crumble at the lack of your presence, begging for you to come back and you wouldn’t.

but thankfully, it was just a dream.

“don’t leave me..” you blinked at his words, softly pushing him off of you. his eyes blinked drops of tears, staining his beautiful face making yours soften. “please don’t leave me.” his hands found comfort on your warm thighs, hands shaking slightly as he rubbed patterns on them.

maybe it was how dark it was in the room or maybe it was your sick mind but…

fuck he looked so pretty.

his cheeks were red and his lips were puffy staring at you with his big shiny red eyes. it was the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen.

you smiled at him once again, leaning towards his face. beomgyu could feel his heart stop beating and his breathing pick up. you wiped the tear on his right cheek, pressing a kiss upon it. “don’t be stupid, gyu.”

you pulled back and looked at him crossing your arms. you were right, why would you? you were there for him through the hardest points of his life and you stood up against his dad, of course you wouldn’t leave. he looked at you but then his eyes drifted to your lips. he could feel them on his cheek like it was plastered there. he wondered if he could feel your lips somewhere else… and once that thought ran through his head his eyes trailed down to the heat between your legs. it completely slipped your mind that you had nothing underneath but panties and fuck beomgyu was losing it.

he found himself leaning towards you, his face closing into yours keeping his gaze on your lips. now, it was your turn for your heart to stop. hands going cold with anticipation at beomgyu’s actions. time was moving so slow the closer he kept getting, his lips only a few centimeters away from yours. your patience was weak, itching to feel his lips on yours and finally taste him. he looked back up making eye contact with you once more begging for permission. the tension in the room was suffocating, swirling around both of your bodies ready to feel one another. you leaned in slowly, connecting both of your lips with a soft peck just enough to feel electricity run from your lips to your tongue then the entirety of your body; this was the start of an addiction. as you pulled away you watched his reaction, his eyes slowly fluttering open only to find themselves staring at your lips again. “..more..” he sighed, his voice raspy from his sleep making your panties stick to your core feeling it become more hot and wet.

and you listened.

your lips connected with his once more in a peck then another.. and then another finally turning into a heated kiss. his hands found your face, bringing you closer to him. you placed your hands on the sides of his neck, deepening the kiss and pulling out a soft grunt from beomgyu. his body slowly pushed you down, your back against the sheets as he climbed on top of you with his lips still connected to yours. his right hand is placed beside your head while the other brought its way to your lower back, pulling your body close to his as his tongue suffocated you. you gripped onto his arm moaning into kiss as you felt your panties become soaked from the menstrations, your dizzy head only being filled with him. your moans turned into beautiful sighs which made beomgyu’s loose shorts feel tight around his semi-hard dick. “fuck..” he whispered against your lips breaking the kiss and seeing your already fucked out face. you began to bite at your lip unintentionally seeing gravity go against his hair, surrounding his face just a little. he was gorgeous and seeing him look at you like you were the only one, the only one for him made your cunt clench around nothing ready to be filled up with something. “you’re doing that on purpose huh?” you couldn’t help but smile at him and that sexy smirk on his face. “if you liked it.. then sure i did.”

he shook his head and brought his lips down back to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. a hand moved to your panties feeling that soaked patch near your entrance and making you shiver at his touch. you could feel his smirk on your lips as he continued to kiss you. his middle finger pushed against your clothed clit, forcing you to break from the kiss and moan out the cutest noise he has ever heard. he began to rub circles on your button of nerves, making your hips buck against his hand in urgence. his name fell softly from your lips wanting him to give you what you wanted. you continued to clench around nothing, bucking up for him to go faster ready to build up that bubble so it could pop.

but he didn’t want that.

he wanted to take his time with you, making you feel good as much as he could without a rush. immediately, he stopped. you whined from the lack of friction with his name rolling off your tongue. “uh unh baby,” he breathed. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, bringing it down and forcing it into your mouth. your tongue swirled around the digit causing your eyes to flutter shut for a second before opening them again, “not yet.” he brought his head down making him and your heat meet face to face. the wet patch taunting him causing him to shiver. he stuck his tongue out shyly licking the wet patch making you gasp. his eyes came in contact with your hooded lids watching your chest move up and down from your heavy breathing. his nose pushed against your clit while his tongue pressed deeper into your clothed entrance only scratching the surface of that itch. “holy shit..” you breathed, your head falling back at the addicting feeling. he grunted at your sweetness only getting a teaser of your actual taste but fuck he loved the wait, he loved the teasing, and he loved seeing you become impatient. his aching dick rubbed against the cool sheets on the bed making more noises come out. he maneuvered his tongue over to your clit, still ‘eating you out’ with the cloth in between. his index finger pushed the panties at your entrance, wiggling them just a bit to tease around the hole. gasps fell from your lips as you bucked into him. “gyu please..” you begged. “off.. just take them off please.”

his mouth left your core with a small pout, a little bit of slick around his plump lips. “awee,” he whined. he gripped onto your thighs, placing small kisses on them close to your cunt. “where’s the fun in that, princess?” he bit a small mark into your thigh, immediately licking right after to soothe the pinch. although it was fun, he was feeling himself get impatient too, wanting to officially taste you and give you everything you desired. he pulled your panties down watching your cunt as it clenched around nothing, making his dick twitch in his shorts. he blew cool air against you and took a trial lick between your lips. the pretty boy whined at your taste, immediately diving back in for more. flattening his tongue against your folds and pointing it against your entrance as if his tongue was fucking you. “so good..” you moaned with your fingers through his long black locks.

beomgyu could feel something stir him up. you’re words of praise running through his mind constantly as he pleased you harder and harder. his hip rutting against the sheets knowing his precum was dirtying them up just a bit. you tasted so fucking good, better than he imagined remembering the times he got off to the thought of you riding his face. again, he thought you were just attractive, not anything else, but the more he lied to himself the deeper he dug himself into a hole, a hole only about you. your hips rutted against his face feeling the rope about to snap any second now. “gonna cum— aaah fuck please can i cum..?”

curse words ran through the pretty boy’s head. you were begging. begging? begging only for him and asking for his permission. he flattened his tongue against your bud, thrusting his middle and ring finger inside of you trying to draw out your release. hearing his name in the most explicit and vulgar way made his head go blank, only focusing on you and your heat. you gripped the roots of his hair as your abdomen tensed up from your release painting his fingers white. your hips rolled against his fingers, riding out the rest of your nut. your walls twitched against the pads of his fingers as he curved them up hitting your sensitive spot. you sucked in a tight breath of air once you got a shallow wave of that familiar build up. beomgyu pulled his fingers out from you, eyeing his coated fingers with hooded eyes. every intrusive thought hit him telling him to lick it clean, nothing could go to waste. tongue making contact with his fingers making him whine at the taste. his tongue flattened against his own digits then wrapping his slick lips around both fingers. you watched him closely, watching how the same lips that were devouring you alive work on his very own fingers. you gasped at the sight, unintentionally reaching your hand down to your wet core. you slowly pressed against your bud circling it around with just your middle finger already feeling how sensitive you were. it was swollen from the abuse but throbbing for some more.

beomgyu’s eyes drifted to your hand, watching it work against your clit and causing your cunt to clench around nothing, winking at him for it to be filled up once again. “you’re so slutty, princess..” he teased quietly loud enough for you to hear. so stupid of him. stupid of him to use that nickname he’s called you for years, ever since you two became friends. now, hearing him say it in the same sentence as ‘slut’ made your head spin. you moaned at his words adding another finger to your menstrations, circling your clit a little harder and a little faster.

“yeah.. did you like that..?” he continued. he reached his hand down into his shorts, pulling them down to release his unbearably hard cock. it slapped his stomach, precum staining his tank once it hit. he let out a loud grunt once he felt the cold air hit his sensitive wet slit. his hand wrapped around the shaft, using his thumb to collect the precum and rub it around it. “fuck…” his head flew back showing a beautiful view on his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. his hand moved faster, trying to keep up with the pace of your fingers.

this wasn’t enough.

both you and him craved for one another’s touch.

“gyu..” you whined. your stomach started to get tight. the build up was coming fast and seeing how pretty he and his dick was was going to send you over the edge. “i need you inside.. please.”

his ears rang at the sound of your voice and the words that fell within it. he felt like he was going to lose it, hearing you beg for him to fuck you. his dick throbbed in his palm wanting to be suffocated by your soft walls. he knew his eyes turned dark with lust, watching your cunt wink at him getting ready to be filled up with him. he let go of his dick and crawled over to you. he grabbed your wrist pulling it off of your clit and placing the fingers into your mouth. he watched how your eyes fluttered from the taste of yourself making the pretty boy bite his lip with them forming into a smirk. after he let go, he grabbed behind one of your knees, spreading you out more for him. he hovered over your heat collecting a heap to spit to lube up your cunt just enough for him to fit in. the trail fell from his mouth slowly and landed on your swollen bud then moved between your lips. “oohhh my god—“ you moaned, the sight too lewd for you… and him.

he gulped loudly at the view, the scene almost pornographic. his dick was basically screaming at him to just fuck you until you couldn’t walk to more, but he didn’t care. he was going to make this last long so it could burn into his memory and burn into yours. he grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip against your folds making both of you groan at feeling. he tapped it against your clit the proceeded to rub between your folds. you reached up to him wanting his chest on yours, wanting to be close, wanting to feel that weight on top of you. “you want me, baby?” he smiled. you nodded a yes grabbing on to his shirt to pull him closer. “so bad..”

your lips collided again, his tongue wasting no time to push into your mouth and take over. still holding on to his dick, he slowly pushed his throbbing tip in. you inhaled deep at the small stretch, sighing into his mouth. then he pushed in more and more causing you to break the kiss. you moaned feeling your core twist and turn at the delicious stretch. your faces still close, him watching your eyes roll in the back of your head from his dick. the corner of his lips turned upwards seeing the effect he had on you, knowing that he’s dreamed of having this effect on you and nobody else.

and the more he thought about it, in this very moment, he’s always loved you.

he couldn’t believe how much he denied that fact. infatuation? attractiveness? he felt like such an idiot knowing that it was something more than just those two words. the butterflies flew up from his stomach to his chest looking at your beautiful face contorting from pleasure. he pushed in just a little more, finally bottoming out inside of you. his mouth agape at the tightness from your walls. you were sucking him in completely, not letting him go at all. his grip on your leg got tighter, pushing it up just a little getting ready to give you everything you deserved.

he moved his hips slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. a gasp fell from your lips indicating you were just fine. he placed another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out just a little then thrusting deep and fast into you. the pace wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, hitting all the right places making you twitch underneath him. his hands pushed him up giving him room to go harder, caging your head in. “shit.. you’re so pretty..” he groaned. he could hear the wet noises you two were making together, and the skin slapping everytime you two connected. it was unbearable. the way your breast jumped under the shirt and how your thighs moved every time he drove into you, he couldn’t take it. he lifted your shirt up just a bit, only seeing your stomach. he placed one of his hand on your belly, pushing down as he continued to drive into you. “you feel me here, baby?” he pushed down harder, trying to feel himself fuck into you. you moaned at his question, turning your face towards his other arm, nodding your head as one of your hands held onto his arm. “yes yes…”

he started to fuck into you harder, feeling you clamp around him getting ready to release once again. he brought his body close to yours once more placing kissing on your jaw and the corner of your lips. “feel so good…” you moaned. beomgyu felt his heart drop at your words. his hips stuttered into you, bringing out a whine from you.

“again..” he murmured. his lips were close to yours, foreheads connect while both of your mouths are agape. “tell me i’m making you feel good.” you gulped at his demand, lifting your hips up and fucking yourself onto his dick. “i feel so good, gyu..” both you and his hips matched one another’s tempo, fucking each other nicely wanting nothing more than to cum together. beomgyu’s head was spinning. you cursed softly onto his lips. the pace he had once set earlier was starting to get more frantic, knowing he was going to cum soon.

your hands slipped under his shirt, grazing his nipples. the pretty boy sucked in a breath and stilled his hips for just a second. “holy shit…” he breathed. you bit your swollen lip and pulled his tank to the side to show his bare nipple. your thumb and index finger pinched the swollen bud while looking up at him with darkened eyes. his face was snuched up prettily, small sighs falling from him. “you’re doing so good, baby..” you praised. you replaced your fingers with your mouth, flattening your tongue to lick his nipple. the prettiest whine came from him, moaning your name high and submissively. you clenched around him as he slowly grinded his hips into you. “‘nna cum..” he moaned. you weren’t far from it either, you bit down on his nipple and clamped your cunt around him tighter wanting him to release inside of you. “fuck fuck fuck—“

his seed sprayed your walls, his dick twitching inside of you. he brought his hand down and circled your clit one last time, drawing the release out of you. your walls convulsed around him as you came on his dick.

you grabbed beomgyu’s face and kissed him passionately. your breaths tickling each other’s faces. while you two were kissing you felt something wet hit your face. “gyu?” you asked once you pulled away. his eyes were shining bright with tears as they streamed down his face. “awee baby,” you cooed. you two flipped to your sides as you held onto him tight. “i’m right here.” you kissed his cheeks and the corner of his lip. “you’re still such a baby.” you smiled at him as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispered. “i’ve always loved you.” honestly, you could feel yourself begin to cry too. your eyes slowly welling up with tears and finding it hard to hold the drops from falling. you smiled at him and placed a kiss upon his lips as your tears streamed down your face as well.

“i love you too, back then and now.”

#jaework #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu smut #txt #txt smut #kpop #kpop smut #unicorp

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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oh, me and my endless brainrot of this headcanon. Because I love some good fluff/crack. I’m just picturing Eren joining his wife’s Instagram live. And miss girl, who’s in the midst of doing a GRWM or doing an unboxing of some PR package a brand sent you gets interrupted because this man is like the biggest baby ever when it’s just the two of them. Like I’m talking full on wants to be the little spoon, getting his hair played with until he falls asleep…not the man who raps about guns, drugs and the occult by a long shot! You’re in the middle of patting your face, talking to your followers and you see the chat start losing their shit because one of the world’s most famous artists is standing in your bedroom. Mind you, this man literally falls off the face of the earth until he releases a project so it’s wild to see him. He hates interrupting your work but he’s also curious as to what a day in his precious (y/n)’s professional life is like so bc your followers are asking to see him, he comes and joins.

“You guys, look who it is!”

at first, he feels out of place because it’s nothing but women in the comments and it’s like he’s intruding on your live but (y/n) gets him to loosen up. “I just missed my baby, that’s all.”

even though you’re a room apart and he just saw you (such a sweet lovesick boy ugh)

You’re drinking wine, doing your makeup, dancing to music and chatting with the ladies and he grabs a glass too. After about his second one…his ass is gone from renowned producer to one of the girls! Giving advice to some of the viewers who’re telling you about man problems. He’s asking to help, and he starts feeling himself when you tell him he’s blending the eyeshadow good. Not to mention when you start laying the wig and you’re now trying to figure out how the hell he knows what a frontal and buss-down are.

“Hold on, let’s lay the baby hairs and then you’ll be looking real good.”

“What you know about laying a wig, Eren?”

“I’m a professional, girl. Don’t worry about it.”

with all the sass in the world. And the chat is just eating it up! And you’re just so happy that he finally feels comfortable enough to interact and be a part of your world too! Hours after it’s finished and y’all are going to bed. He’s like, “that was fun. I’m glad you let me join.” even asks can he do it again. Just a big dumb man supporting his woman. 🥹🤍

#eren imagines #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader fluff #eren jaeger x reader #eren fanfiction #eren headcanons #musician au #ignore me I’m like half asleep and emotional writing this #maybe I do like romance sometimes #black fanfiction #black fem reader #black fanfic writer #attack on titan fluff #aot fluff #aot fanart #aot x black reader

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wroteclassicaly · 11 months

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ur piss kink thoughts. oh my god /pos

— @inkluvs (ivy)

Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!

I’m so going to hell… 🙊

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Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!

The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.

“Steve…”

“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“

“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.

That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.

“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.

With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“

“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.

You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?

“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.

He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“

“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”

“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.

“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”

Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.

“But your car —“

“Can be cleaned, baby.”

And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.

~*~

- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.

- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.

- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.

- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.

- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.

- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)

- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.

- Asks if he can watch you go.

- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.

- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.

- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.

- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.

- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.

- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.

• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭

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satrs · 9 months

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hello~ can I pretty please request a thirst with Oliver Aiku as a lifeguard? imagine him taking "restroom breaks" to take care of his little problem every time reader shows up at the pool in a pretty new bikini 💞 of course she's doing it to get his attention, hoping he'll make a move soon

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎YES YES NONNIE THIS IS WHAT I NEED now holon and let me feed u this right here *laughs in mischief* got a bit carried away ngl.. sorry (I'm really not) idek if this is still considered a thirst LMAOO

SOS!

FEATURING; Lifeguard!Oliver x fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

Lifeguard!Oliver who always gets the young newbies to take the rest of his shift since he has... a little problem. That problem is you.

"Can you take over the rest of my shift, son?"

The young boy groaned in annoyance at his peer, earning a lecturing gaze. "Again? What is it this time? Seriously, I don't get paid enough for this."

But the man's attention is focused somewhere else, not on the boy. "Look, man, if you want me to do your work, you can pretend to feel sorry at least-" "I gotta pee so thanks. I owe you." Oliver didn't spare him another glance, walking off to the restroom while he observed you at the pool, waving at him with your teeth between your bottom lip. Your Bikini was leaving little to no room for the imagination. It was obvious that you wore it for him.

His feet moved quick, in anxious search of the restroom before anyone would notice his raging boner.

Lifeguard!Oliver who makes quick work to his annoying trunks, hissing once his rough hand takes his dick in hand, the image of you imprinted in his mind.

He was out of it, muffled moans escaping him as he imagined your pussy clenching around him with every tight stroke he created, dick twitching at the thought of what sounds you would make.

"God-" He threw his head back, jaw clenching while his hips subconciously bucked into his hand, to impatientsubconsciously to draw out his pleasure.

He knew he had to be quick, he couldn't leave the newbie alone for too long, and on top of that, he said he went for a piss, not to jack off in the restroom like a horny teen. "The things this woman does to me", he mumbled to himself, abs clenching as he teased his cock head with his thumb, wild images of you running through his mind.

His release was near, and his mind was running wild. You knew what you were doing, you did this on purpose. "Oh fuck." His knees buckled, head hanging low as he spurted his cum all over his stomach, trying his best to prevent his sounds.

It was clear to him, he had to aproach you now, talk to you, fuck you. You're playing a game? Alright,he'll bite. He tugged his dick quickly back into his pants after cleaning up, walking out the restroom while his eyes scan the area for any possible eavesdroppers.

But he found you walking up to him, that damned seductive smile on your lips, unaware of what he did just now. "Hey, Oli'." A smirk tucked at his lips, eyes shamelessly roaming over every inch of your body.

You asked for it.

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku #oliver aiku smut #bllk aiku #oliver smut #blue lock thirst #blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk oliver #bllk oli #oli :(

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HI HI HI HI!!!

I HAVE MY REQUEST FOR YOU :D

could you write beastboy or robin having the moments of gaining his crush and then the “oh. oh.” moment.

maybe with yn being obvious but theyre just SO oblivious to it?

GO WILD WITH IT DUDE :)

HAVE FUN!

Hello hello lovely! Thank you so much for this ask, I've been wanting to write for Teen Titans since forever tbh ahaha, thanks for the opportunity~ I really hope you like this!

I decided to go with Robin for now, but who knows, a beast boy version might come up sometime in the future ;)

“You smell nice.”

Your compliment sends Robin reeling. He gives you an odd look, running a gloved hand through his hair self-consciously. Did he smell nice? He had changed his shampoo recently, he supposed.

Why was he so concerned about what you thought?

He frowns and dismisses it with a shake of his head, heading back into his room to do further research on the man (or creature, you didn’t know which) that called themselves Slade. You sigh from the large couch you sat on in the living room, slumping against a cushion Cyborg provides for you.

“Look Y/n, you should just come out and say it at this point. Nothing’s getting through that birdbrain of his.” Cyborg advises before yelping, smashing buttons on his controller to prevent Beast Boy from winning.

The green shapeshifter was in a panic, gritting his teeth and trying his best to beat Cyborg in the game they were currently playing. Unfortunately, it results in a loss for Beast Boy and he transforms into a green dog, barking at Cyborg.

You grab the cushion you were slumped on and throw it at Beast Boy who narrowly dodges it with a screech, reverting into his human form and landing on the ground with a groan.

“I’ve tried,” You complain, your attention back on Cyborg who’s starting up another game, “And I’ve made it so obvious for him too. I’m constantly complimenting him, and I even made that huge dinner that one time, remember?” You grouch, crossing your arms across your chest with a grimace at the memory.

It was the day the Titans had managed to subdue Warp, and they had come back to the tower with oddly cheerful smiles and eager to celebrate Blorthog, the festival of friendship. They had entered their living room, surprised to see you already there and cooking up some homemade tacos. You had even set aside a special filling composed primarily of tofu and other spices, in consideration of Beast Boy’s diet.

Cyborg’s eyes practically turned into hearts once he saw the tacos, sniffing the air hungrily as his stomach growled. Raven nodded to you gratefully, while Starfire swept you up into a hug as you scrambled to catch the spatula that fell from your hand. Robin had swiftly moved to catch it just in time, handing it back to you with a gentle smile.

Starfire quickly releases you with a squeal, humming as she moves away to grab a plate. You wheeze, catching your breath when she sets you down. Sometimes the alien girl tended to forget she was several times stronger than you and could easily crush you with a simple hug.

Robin waits patiently for you, and you take the spatula from him with a quick "Thank you".

“No problem,” He had replied, “it’s been a crazy day, and I’m glad we could’ve come home to a home-cooked meal.”

You had raised a questioning brow at this, and Robin guides you to the couch where you sit down and he fills you in, having handed over your apron and spatula to Beast Boy who was very particular about how his tofu was cooked.

That night, you celebrated Blorthog with the Titans, remaining beside Robin the entire time. When it was time for you to head to bed, Starfire walks you to her room and sets you down, her eyes shining with an all-knowing glint.

“What’s going on?” You complain, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and arms with a wince, the muscles aching from how much you had exerted them that day with all the prep work and chopping, not to mention shopping for ingredients.

“Friend Y/n, why do you not confess to Robin?”

“I’m sorry?” You stare blankly at Starfire who looks just as confused at your response. “What’re you talking about?”

“It is obvious,” she teases you with a grin, the both of you laying down on her bed. She turns to face you and you do the same, your nose creasing in scepticism. “You like him, do you not?”

You sit back up abruptly, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. You stammer, at a complete loss for words. “N-no I don’t!”

Starfire hums, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you really think so, Friend Y/n?”

You lay back down with flushed cheeks, laying on your back with your hands on your stomach.

Did you like him?

Starfire’s casual question had shaken you to your core, much more than you had expected.

Well, he was good-looking, you muse; toned, too. His hair was one of your favourite things about him. It was raven black, and somehow still incredibly soft and fluffy despite all the wax he put in it regularly. You had a chance to feel it when he had dozed off in the living room, his head landing on your shoulder.

You suppress a giggle at the memory. He was incredibly mindful too and cared for all his friends, especially the Titans. He always made sure Beast Boy had spare tofu in the fridge, and that Cyborg had all the equipment and tools he needed. He constantly checked on Raven and made time to introduce Starfire to Earth’s technologies and slang.

And with you…well, your smile fades when you realise how much you’ve been enjoying your gym workouts with him, and the recent self-defence lesson you had started to take from him. Not only that, but he was the first to reach out to you after a horrible discovery about your best friend for three years, stabbing you in the back.

You didn’t know where you’d be without him, honestly. Sure, it was Beast Boy who had introduced you to his friends, but it was Robin who caught your eye the first time you met them, and it was him whom you liked to spend the most time with.

You liked to think you knew him like the back of your hand. Maybe you did, judging from how every time any of the team fought with him, they’d always send you to talk to Robin first.

You close your eyes, picturing his warm smile.

You liked it.

You tried to imagine what it’d be like if you two had a massive fight. You start to frown, your brows furrowing.

You hated that thought.

Next, you tried to imagine him with someone else. Someone whom he had a special smile for, someone that brightened up his day with just their presence alone. Someone whom he was in love with.

Someone who wasn’t you.

Your eyes fly open, surprised at how nauseous you felt at the thought. Beads of sweat had formed on your forehead and you used your wrist to wipe them off, coming to the groundbreaking realisation that you liked Robin.

Now, you stood outside your door, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. After Cyborg’s gaming session with Beast Boy, you had all gone out for dinner where you dropped hint after hint, almost getting frustrated by his obliviousness.

Raven had just looked at you with pity.

Starfire had insisted you sleep over after dinner, and after a quick phone call to your parents, you spent yet another night in the tower.

“You’re up too?” You’re surprised to see the very boy you’ve been pining over for weeks, standing in the kitchen with his glass of water. He grabs an empty glass, setting down his own and filling it up with water from a jug. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully, taking a sip and following him to the glass windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

“Sometimes looking at the city from here, reminds me why I’m doing this.” He suddenly speaks softly, almost as if he was confiding in you.

A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, and you take another sip of water before parting your lips to speak.

“I think it’s honourable. The fact that you’re doing this with your life on the line all the time is scary, but you don’t ever hesitate. It’s admirable.”

“Thanks.” He grins at your encouraging words before realising his hair wasn't in its usual hairstyle. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to subtly style it somewhat. You turn and face him.

Did you dare?

You hesitate before gesturing for him to hold your cup. He obliges, bending down with confusion on his face when you beckon for him to come closer. You subconsciously hold your breath, starting to run your hands through his hair gently. You comb out every lock and tangle delicately, restoring his hair to its natural state without the hair wax he always had in.

You notice the redness that painted the tips of his ears and you grin, gnawing your bottom lip with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Maybe there was hope for you after all.

You take a step back, making sure that your eyes meet and give him a soft smile. “You should keep your hair down more often. I like it.”

You hear the hitch of his breath, and he ducks his head away, handing you your glass still half-full with water. You watch in amusement as his cheeks flush a baby pink.

Robin’s not sure how to deal with the sudden compliment, not having received many of those of that nature.

Surely it wasn’t…was it?

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

You did it. No going back now. You look down at your fingers that gripped your glass tightly as if your life depended on it. Your mouth was suddenly dry.

He was taking too long to respond.

You gulp down the rest of your water down hurriedly, rushing to set it down in the basin and giving Robin a hurried ‘goodnight’ before practically sprinting down the hallway back to Starfire’s room.

Robin’s left in the living room, the dim city lights illuminating the spot where you stood in front of him just before. He stares at it dumbly, still processing your words.

You were flirting with him?

You were flirting with him.

He leans against the glass window, deep in thought and rethinking every single remark you had ever said to him, and every action you did. His eyes linger on the space where you stood moments before.

The constant compliments. When you notice he changed something subtle in his routine. The small things you did for him, like buying him a refill for his hair wax before he even realised he needed a restock, or mending a torn cape in your spare time.

But that could only mean…

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

He blinks, startled at the sudden thought. Sure, you were a great friend, and someone he enjoyed talking to. You were always there for him when he was frustrated or when he was down, and you talked him through many conflicts with his team.

He thinks back to just moments before when you had asked him to hold your cup for you. At that moment, he couldn’t help but notice the small flecks of soft yellow that reflected in your eyes from the city lights. He was enraptured as if your eyes held the entire galaxy in them; and when you asked him to come closer, he was all too happy to oblige.

When you combed out the tangles in his hair, he almost let out a blissful sigh at how nice it felt as your fingers threaded through his thick locks. He had wanted to lean his head on your shoulder, but he forced himself to focus on the glass in his hand instead.

Then you admitted to flirting with him.

Sure, he was taken aback, but his heart started to race in his chest, making him both breathless and speechless.

After all, he wasn’t sure how to respond. But strangely enough, he felt neither embarrassment nor dislike at the admittance. Instead, he felt almost…glad.

But he didn’t like you in that way, did he?

Oh.

OH.

#teen titans #robin x reader #teen titans 2003 #raven #starfire #beast boy #cyborg #x reader #ask #bird boy #birdbrain

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taesclub · 10 months

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The Wild Child, Act I ✦ BTS

✦ BTS x Fem! Oc's

━━━━━ ( SYNOPSIS. ) She is suddenly forced to attend the all-girls boarding school, St. Victoria's. Determined to break free, she tries to escape. Her only problem? To do so she must go through the neighboring boarding school and its notorious group, the Bangtan boys. Among them, one member captivates her the most, blurring the line between rebellion and romance.

genre. boarding school au, angst, fluff, smut

word count. 4,586

warnings. only curses for now

-ˋˏ masterlist ✦ next ˎˊ-

ACT I.

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Claire, a tall girl with an eighty's aura and a shag haircut, sits in the passenger seat of her father's car, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The car hums with tension as they drive down the road, the passing scenery reflecting the girl's inner turmoil. She was about to meet her doom.

She gazes out the window, her expression a mix of anger and frustration. The weight of her resentment hangs heavy in the air.

“I can't believe you're making me go to some stupid all-girls boarding school, Dad. This is so unfair!” she grimaces. This had been her constant complaint ever since receiving the news, but somehow, like a broken record, she still held onto those words, praying it would be enough to make her dad rethink his decision. It wasn’t.

Her father, Mr. Deschamps, a middle-aged man with tired eyes due to his rushed businessman life, glances at her with a mixture of concern and regret. “Claire, we've talked about this. It's a better opportunity for you. You'll have a chance to focus on your studies and discover new interests.” he insists softly.

Claire scoffs, her frustration boiling over.

Her voice sounds angry as she replies, “Better opportunity?! What about my life here? My friends? You're ripping me away from everything I know!”

Her father's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his tone laced with remorse.

“Claire, honey, I didn't make this decision lightly. It's for your future. You'll make new friends, and have new experiences. Please try to understand.”

Claire's gaze remains fixed on the passing scenery, her umbrage simmering beneath her rebellious exterior. “You simply don't get it, Dad,” she says resentfully as the view keeps changing dramatically into a more rural area. “You don't know what it's like to be uprooted from everything familiar, to start over in some stuffy boarding school.”

Her father's voice softens, laced with a tinge of sadness. “I know it's hard, honey,” he admits sincerely. “But sometimes, we must make sacrifices for the greater good. Trust me, I only want what's best for you.”

Claire's anger doesn’t wane, even though she is tempted to soothe at her dad’s words. “Change can be scary, but it also opens doors to new opportunities.” he continues, tenderly. “You're strong, Claire. You'll adapt, and who knows, you might find something incredible out here.”

Her gaze shifts from the passing greenery outside to her father's warm and understanding eyes. She takes a deep breath, slowly releasing the pent-up frustration. There was no point discussing this with him, he would never back up on his word. And the truth was, ever since he got together with that Malibu Barbie wannabe called Blanche, this was destinate to happen. She had waited for the rug to be pulled from under her feet as her distrust in life itself was a rooted injustice carved deep in her heart, but now that it happened, she tried desperately to hold onto a shimmer of hope.

And how tricky it was to expect, to wait for someone else to take the reins of one’s life... No one would come and save her, that was clear. So why not save herself?

“Sure thing, Dad.” Claire mumbles resigned. At least for now.

A bittersweet silence fills the car as they continue their journey, both aware that this new chapter holds challenges and possibilities that neither can fully anticipate. The beginning of a plan to escape the boarding school, however, started to thread like a lightning bolt in the girl’s mind.

She would make sure no one would see it coming. And one thing was certain, Claire Deschamps would never settle into a life in the middle of nowhere, nor a life she hadn’t chosen herself.

━━━━━━━━━ ✦

Claire steps out of her father's car, her jeans bomber jacket with wide shoulders and lots of sewn trinkets contrasting greatly with the more conservative uniforms of the other students passing by. Their plaid skirts had at least two full hands more fabric compared to the black leather one she used.

She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for what lies ahead. Mr. Deschamps opens the trunk, retrieving her suitcase and opening space for two employees to try and lift the big chest full of stickers that also belonged to Claire.

“Here you go, honey.” He hands the lush green suitcase to her. “I hope you find… Some great things here.”

She takes it, grudgingly. “Don’t be so disappointed when I don’t.”

Her father shows a sympathetic smile on his face as he pauses to take in what she had just said. “I understand, Claire.” He opts to say. “Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Claire nods, unable to hide her lingering resentment. Her father gives her a last reassuring smile before driving away.

As she sees the Rolls-Royce disappearing on the dirty road, the Headmistress Winters, a stern and composed woman in her fifties whom she had already seen printed on the flyer advertising the school, approaches Claire with an air of authority. The disapproving expression that she wears only exacerbates Claire’s dislike for her furthermore.

“You must be Miss Deschamps, our newest student,” the woman says, inspecting her closer. “I trust you had a pleasant journey?”

To that, Claire rolls her eyes discreetly, her guard already up. “Oh, joy,” she mutters under her breath.

Putting on a polite facade, the Headmistress takes a step further, “As you know, I am Headmistress Winters. Your father and I talked on the phone. Welcome to St. Victoria’s Academy. Here we expect our students to uphold the highest standards of discipline and academic excellence.” She waves her hand in a high class and fluid motion, introducing the grand structure of the school behind her.

There is a moment of silence as Claire fights the urge to scoff, her skepticism apparent.

“Sounds like a real party,” she mutters dryly under her breath.

Headmistress Winters's eyes narrow not catching what the girl has to say, however, judging by the lack of excitement on Claire’s part and her many years of experience when it came to building character, she maintains her composed demeanor. She knows a troublemaker when she sees one.

With thinly veiled annoyance she adds firmly, “Respect and compliance are expected from all students, Claire. You'll find that St. Victoria’s Academy offers numerous opportunities for personal development and camaraderie. I suggest you keep an open mind.”

Claire's expression remains guarded, her disdain for the headmistress palpable the more words fell from her mouth. Her tone is pure cynicism as she answers. “Sure, Mrs. Winters. I'll keep an open mind while I'm here.”

Begrudgingly, she follows the older woman through the school's grand entrance, the imposing architecture and hushed conversations heightening her unease.

The Hall of Entrance in the all-girls boarding school exudes an air of elegance and tradition. Polished marble floors stretch out beneath the students' feet, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers that hang overhead. Tall, arched windows line the walls, allowing sunlight to filter in and cast a warm, inviting glow on the surroundings.

As Claire steps into the hall after the Headmistress, she is greeted by a flurry of activity. Girls in crisp uniforms pass by more eagerly than the ones she saw outside, their eyes darting to and fro, their hushed whispers carrying snippets of gossip. The hall becomes a stage for both fellowship and rivalry, as cliques form and dissolve with each passing moment.

The sound of clicking heels and rustling skirts mingles with the gentle murmur of conversation, creating a symphony of feminine energy. Some girls walk with confidence, their heads held high, while others seem more reserved, their eyes darting nervously as they try to find their place within the social hierarchy.

Portraits of past headmistresses and notable alumnae adorn the walls, their stern gazes reminding the students of the institution's legacy and the high expectations placed upon them. Some peak Claire’s attention. One of the spaces in particular, the one dedicated to the sports league, shows boys’ teams and trophies they earned against them, but she can’t find the right moment to ask what it is about as Mrs. Winters walks like a thunderstorm.

The aroma of freshly polished wood and the faint hint of perfume linger in the air making her curiosity calmly dissipate, creating an atmosphere that is both refined and pansy.

A grand staircase, its banisters intricately carved, leads to the upper levels of the school. It serves as a focal point, drawing the eyes of the girls as they ascend and descend, their interactions playing out on the stage of the hall.

Claire becomes acutely aware of the watchful eyes as she makes her way through the bustling crowd, trailing the steps of Mrs. Winters. Some girls shoot her curious glances, sizing her up and speculating about the newcomer. Whispers trail in her wake, snippets of conversation filled with intrigue and speculation.

Mrs. Winters then suddenly turns to face her once more, revealing behind her shoulder line a girl who matches Claire’s height, with bangs and a cascade of hazel hair. The girl’s warm and open expression contrasts greatly with Claire’s defensive demeanor.

Noticing Claire’s disinterest, Mrs. Winters starts, “Let me introduce you to your new roommate, Claire. She’ll help you settle in.”

Extending her hand politely and rather excitedly, the girl before her greets, “Hi! I'm Ella. It’s really nice to meet you!”

Claire reluctantly shakes Ella's hand, her guard still up. Frustrated by the already lack of choice on her end she mumbles, “Yeah, hi.”

Headmistress Winters nods curtly, signaling the end of their interaction. “Miss Dubois, why don’t you show Claire to your dormitory and explain how things work around here? I was in the middle of a rather urgent matter when she arrived...”

Without missing a beat, Ella promptly nods, understanding the task at hand. “Sure thing, Headmistress. Follow me, roomie!”

The newfound nickname makes Claire hiss internally like a cornered cat, but she plays the part, thankful to finally get herself rid of the Headmistress's presence.

Before the two of them can walk further away, Mrs. Winters dismissively points again, “Very well, off you go. Make sure you familiarize yourself with the rules and expectations of this institution, Miss Deschamps.”

Claire raises an eyebrow, her rebellious spirit flickering to life. “I'll keep that in mind, Headmistress,” she replies defiantly, turning her back to the woman.

Leaving the bustling hall and the scrutinizing eyes of the older woman, Claire turns to Ella, a sense of complicity forming between them as she notices how much more relaxed her new guide seems to be.

Smiling, Ella reassures her. “I promise this is not all as daunting as it seems.” Claire takes a deep breath, her apprehension giving way to a glimmer of hope. She follows Ella, ready to navigate the challenges of this new environment, determined to find her place amidst the rules and expectations she so vehemently resents. Who knows?, she thinks, maybe her new roommate can give her an escape route without even noticing. She could be escaping St. Victoria’s much earlier than she had predicted.

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Claire wasn’t convinced if Ella had what it takes to be her newfound ally. The headmistress seemed to trust her enough which made her either valuable to the plan or a stone in her shoe. Although Claire was pending more to the former since the girl seemed very friendly as they kept a light conversation and she led the way through the bustling hallways. More often than not, the veteran would gush about her own friends as she vibrantly pointed to Claire how their day-to-day was, and for moments, more than to seek intel to architect her plan, the brunette found herself momentarily forgetting about her purpose as she got infected by Ella’s contagious energy.

Their footsteps echo softly as they step onto the serene patio, where blooming flowers and neatly trimmed hedges create a serene oasis within the school grounds. The sound of laughter and animated conversations drifts through the air as girls gather in small groups, enjoying moments of respite and fellowship.

Claire’s eyes scan the scenery, and they get caught in the ruckus three girls are making right by the center fountain of the patio. The one standing in the middle, a blonde with a high ballerina bun, dances excitedly as she flashes a knitted scarf to her peers. “You think JK will like it?” Her voice travels through the open space as she points specifically to the initials engraved in it.

Noticing Claire’s mind is far away from whatever she is saying, Ella leans closer, whispering, “That’s Vivienne for you,” she chuckles as Claire’s glance shifts quickly back, “Everyone calls her Vivi and you’ll soon hate her too, trust me.”

To that statement, Claire’s eyes return inquiring to Ella’s, her nose scrunching in doubt.

“You see, she delusionally believes she and some trouble boy are meant to be. We’re all tired to hear about it, or witness moments like this.” Ella points with her head to the blonde once more. “There she goes, making him a scarf he won’t probably use. Tell me about waste of time!”

Claire mildly snorts entertained, looking at the scene as well. “Poor girl.”

“Oh, believe me!” Ella exhales, walking away and her roommate follows, “That one is nothing of the sort. Imagine Regina George in real life. That’s her, right there.”

In a lack of response from the brunette, Ella gestures towards a row of benches shaded by a grand oak tree. ”Anyways, this is our patio, Claire. It's the perfect spot to relax and soak up some sunshine during breaks. And see over there? That's the canteen.”

The delicious aroma of freshly cooked meals fills the air as soon as they step closer to the precinct. Girls line up at the serving counter, chatting and exchanging stories as they eagerly await their turn. The room is alive with vibrant colors, with posters and artwork adorning the walls, adding a touch of creativity to the space.

“We refuel here, obviously.” Ella glances excited to see Claire’s reaction. “The food is surprisingly good, and there's always a variety of options to choose from… Well. When the boys don’t join, that is. They can be savages.” she chuckles nonchalantly.

Suddenly Claire’s eyes perk with curiosity. Every bit of information she had gathered about the school before arriving said this was an all-girls academy, but then again, there were existent photos of boys displayed in the hall. Not to say Vivienne’s parade a second ago. Do they have a day off?, she muses, Could this be an opportunity? “What do you mean boys? Isn’t this an all-girls school?” she voices her thoughts as Ella takes the lead again, taking her on another stroll.

The energetic roommate greets some girls that pass by them with a sympathetic smile before returning her focus to the newcomer beside her.

“Well, yeah. The Alarie boarding school for boys is right across the river, and we often have classes together. You know, lack of teachers in the far countryside.” she shrugs.

Before she can inquire further, Ella is already distracted, smiling at the passersby.

“With Jimin? Again?! God, what’s her secret!” They hear a girl gasp to a friend as they crossways.

Oh. I see..., Claire’s thoughts put the pieces together. She quickly looks at the hazel-haired girl making her company.

By the raise of eyebrows that she gives her and the flicker of frolic that flashes in her eyes, Ella is quick to warn, “It’s strictly forbidden to hang out with them boys, Claire. No smogging. No funny hands.”

“But she just-” Claire refuted pointing behind her shoulders to the girl that passed by sharing her indignation a bit too loudly.

Ella gave her a warning yet laid-back glance, “Alright, people go on with it in secret but as you can see, nothing is really a secret around here. And then when you least expect it, bam! You’re in trouble!”

“Are they at least hot? Or I don’t know... Worth the trouble?”

Ella thinks for a second and then shrugs with a naivety Claire knows to be fake, “How would I know?”

“If you say so!” Claire pretends to salute dramatically, a bickering well read by the other as to the current square state the Academy insisted on following rules. And so, Ella pulls her to a quick jog entertained, and a bit tempted to show her new roommate she also knew how to break a few of them. Even if the rules she was breaking weren’t as grand as Claire deemed them to be. The students passing by confirmed the thought as they judged their behavior, and Claire laughed even louder at their tedious conformism. The rule about not running in the hallways was true indeed.

As they arrive at their shared dormitory, their footsteps grow softer as they enter the hushed ambiance of the living quarters. The dormitory is a cozy space adorned with tasteful decorations, featuring two neatly made beds, desks adorned with books and personal touches, and small corkboards for photos and reminders.

Ella jumps to sit on her own bed, bouncing on the mattress as she does so. “And here we are,” she gestures. “Our humble abode. It may not be the biggest, but it's home.”

Claire looks around the room, a hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes as she imagines the memories that will unfold within these walls, even if for brief moments. Ella seems a nice girl, but she won’t be around to discover much more about her. She needs to escape this. Her real friends await in the big city.

“Yeah, it's not bad…”

Ella grins with the comment, her warmth shining through.

“We'll make it cozy, you’ll see,” she says encouragingly. “Plus, you still have to meet my girls! They are rooming right in front of us. It’s great to share stuff and to keep gossip in day!” She laughs at her own behavior.

As Claire sets her suitcase down and begins to unpack, a bit aloof to her roommate’s words, a newfound sense of optimism fills the room. To Ella is the beginning of a new friendship, even if her roommate was a hard one to crack. But she was patient, everyone had their personal time after all. To Claire, it is a journey through a path she had never charted before, but her father was right about one thing---she is strong. And she will prevail.

“We’ll meet them in a few!” Ella continues, snapping Claire out of her thoughts, “They went to pick up your uniforms for you.”

Claire eyes her with gratitude, showing for the first time a smile, even if timid, and her roommate mimicked the action. Only hers was as big as her enthusiasm for finally having a friend to share her bedroom with.

Still sitting by her bed, Ella watches as Claire takes only her toiletries out of her green suitcase, as well as a portrait of her and what the girl gathered to be her mom. The tall wild child discards the pouch with her cosmetics by the bed, as she walks toward the bedside table, closely placed to the window, adjusting the portrait on top of it. Her clothes, still inside the suitcase, didn’t seem important and were left forgotten still inside it, untouched. Or so Ella thought so.

“Your mom is beautiful,” she comments gently, looking at how Claire’s eyes seem to hover with longing at the picture.

The brunette opens a small smile, thanking her roommate almost in a whisper, eyes still glued to the image of her mom. How she missed her.

And then suddenly a loud pang interrupts the moment, making her jump and Ella scream. Startled by the sudden impact of a ball against her bedroom window, she had fallen back onto her bed, her heart racing. She swiftly rises and storms towards the window again, fueled by annoyance and ready to unleash her frustration on the culprit responsible.

Seething with anger, Claire flings open the window of her dorm room on the second floor, ready to give the culprit a piece of her mind. Ella knees on her bed to look at the indicted herself. “Shit.” She manages to say.

Claire’s words, however, catch in her throat as she locks eyes with a boy she has never seen before, and taking by Ella’s reaction beside her, it was clear that wasn’t her case, her roommate knew him.

His mischievous grin and charismatic presence immediately captivate her, and a flicker of curiosity replaces her initial anger. Still, she stands her ground and through gritted teeth, she lashes, “What's your problem?!”

Both girls watch as he brings casually one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun, his smile gleaming with amusement.

“Oh, I apologize, princess,” he says charmingly. “You weren’t supposed to-” he trails off, “Well, I wasn’t looking to make an impression on you but now…” he considers, his smile doubling the size.

Claire tries to maintain her composure, but there's an undeniable pull towards the Alarie’s boy that she can't ignore.

“Impression?” She scoffs slightly flustered, “If it’s at being stupid, you've certainly succeeded. Who are you anyway?”

The boy takes a step closer toward the shade of the tall building to see her better, a playful glint in his eyes as he keeps looking up chuckling at her response.

With a smirk, he replies. “You didn’t hear of me? I'm Jungkook,” he says as if it explains a lot, with a smugness that makes Claire crazy to punch out of his face. “I go to the Alarie’s, right next door.”

“JK!” another boy shouts from a distance, and Claire’s eyes travel to the field to meet the face of Jungkook’s peer. A group of boys is joyfully hanging out there, waiting for him.

As her eyes turn back to him, standing beneath her window, with a raised eyebrow, Jungkook says with yet another chuckle, “You never told me your name.”

She sneers, “And I won’t.”

Despite her refusal, Claire can't help but feel a certain curiosity pull toward Jungkook. His confidence and charm leave her intrigued, even if she tries to deny it or finds it too brazen.

Jungkook sends another intrigued look her way, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Don't worry, princess. I’ll find it soon enough.” that answer only makes her blood boil further. “Besides, life's too short to be boring, don't you think? I like the mystery.” He shrugs with a smile, picking the rugby ball that was fallen by his feet, and starting to walk back. He turns once again to see her reaction, raising his voice as he adds, “And tell your rat roommate that the next one is meant for her!” He lifts the ball in his hand as if he raised a toast.

“I'm not fucking interested in your idea of excitement, Jungkook. Save your charm for someone else!” She shouts defiantly but he only laughs in response, now fully turning his back and jogging swiftly toward his friends.

She can't help but watch his back and carefree stance, even if Ella’s presence is made heard by her side. Under rushed and muted curses, the girl gets up from the bed, initiating an anxious breakdown as she paced back and forth inside their bedroom.

Claire’s gaze finally moves away from the window to fall upon her roommate’s state. “Not that it’s any of my business, but... You wanna talk about it?” she asks, gaining no response apart from a full stop on the pacing and Ella’s hands coming to a desperate grip on her own locks.

“Ella!” Claire calls her, closing the distance between them, “Hey, what’s going on?” The change of attitude of the girl was so brusque from her previous joyful self that it got her worried.

She gently touched her shoulder, and Ella’s eyes finally found her own. “I’m totally, completely, fucked.” She confesses finally.

“What happened? Is it about this Jungkook guy?”

The hazel-haired girl gives her a nod and Claire’s eyebrows knit together. She manages to inhale, ready to question further but they are interrupted by the cheerful tinkle of shoes and greetings.

“We got it!” It’s what she hears as she looks at the door to their room that had been left open. Two girls enter the space, both shorter than Ella and her. They look excited, probably having fun on the way there.

“Hi! You must be the new girl,” The shortest one says, giving her a cordial smile. She has her long honey-blonde hair held back by a bow. “I’m Lola, this is Avery...”

“And this is your uniforms!” While Lola has a royal aura to her, somewhat restrained and charismatic, Avery seems more upfront and girly. Her hair is like coal and so glossy that it shines hues of dark blue in the light.

Taking the folded clothes from her hands with a smile of her own, Claire introduces herself. “Thank you, I’m Claire. And you really didn’t have to do it-”

“It’s totally fine, we wanted to!” Lola insists bubbly, waving off, and the brunette smiles thankful.

The blonde walks her way toward Ella’s bed, familiar enough to sit on it as she grabs a pillow to hug as she did so.

“Girls. He knows.” To Claire’s relief, Ella finally enters the conversation. “I hate myself!” She adds, grunting.

She notices how the other two react fervently to the comment as she places the pile of uniforms on top of her bed, ceasing to be the focus of their attention. They look at Ella with staring eyes, clearly on topic but still indignant about the rest of the information that still doesn’t come.

“What do you mean he knows?!” Avery is the first to question. “How would he know? There were no boys in class that day...”

To which Lola quickly made a comment with a nudge at her waist, “I told you there was! Louis, remember?”

At the same time, Ella explained. “Now Jungkook sent a stupid ball flying up the window on purpose. After my head of course!”

While Claire looked from one to another trying to unveil the situation, both Avery and Lola unleashed a series of wroth exclamations, to what Ella took part in instead of actually providing a clearer explanation.

“I’m sorry.” Claire interrupted. “But can someone situate me here? What does this Jungkook know? And why is it a big deal? I’m lost.” She had a notion she was being brazen as she wasn’t close to the three friends before her, but not a couple minutes before she had witnessed a boy sending a warning in the shape of a rugby ball to her roommate. If this was to continue while she stayed there, she needed to know at least the basics.

Avery and Lola look from her to Ella apprehensively waiting. So this is mildly important, she thinks. And then the latter sighs.

“I wasn’t completely honest with you about the boys’ part...”

To that statement, Claire slowly realizes that there may be more to this school than meets the eye, and consequently, more that she needs to unravel to make her flight seem a mystery. Glancing out of the window, Alerie’s boarding school for boys is starting to feel like a needed pit stop, as it stands tall between St. Victoria’s building and her much-wanted freedom.

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Monsters! Feel free to change pronouns, relationship mentions and anything else to match your writing preferences! Part of the list has been put under Read More due to it being a long list!

“Uh... my friends call me Phlegm.”

“Mr.(Mrs/Miss/etc) [Name], can you tell me what you did wrong?” “There is nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you!”

“You can't make me!”

“Yes, it's dangerous work and that's why I need you to be at your best.”

“it's going to be a perfect day to maybe, hey, just lie in bed, sleep in or simply... work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!”

“I don't believe I ordered a wake-up call, [Name].”

“Did you see me? I'm a natural!”

“Hey, wasn't I great? Did the whole family see it?”

“You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.”

“Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.”

“I told you, call me [Name].”

“We just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“Quiet! You'II make him lose his focus.”

“Oh, Googley-woogley, you remembered!”

“So, uh... are we going anywhere special tonight?”

“But it's impossible to get a reservation there!”

(singing) “You and me! Me and you! Both of us together!”

“You know, pal, she's the one. That's it. She is the one!”

“Oh, and, uh, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations.”

“Oh, no problem. They're under the name Googley Bear.”

“I wasn't scared. I have... allergies.”

“Do you hear that?It's the winds of change.”

( mocking voice ): ''You hear it? You hear the winds of ch...? –Oh, what a creep. One of these days, I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.”

“[Name], you didn't file your paperwork last night.”

“I'm watching you, [Name]. Always watching.”

“You're the boss! You're the boss! You're the big, hairy boss!”

“She wasn't scared of you?”

“I could've been dead! I could've died!”

“I will personally put you through the shredder!”

“I love working with that big guy.”

“[Name] and I are like brothers.(sisters//siblings/etc)”

“We're just going through a rough time, sir.(ma’am/name/etc) Everyone knows you're going to get us through it.”

“Now, that's my boy(girl,etc)!”

“I've never seen anything like you today. You were on a roll, my man.(girl/etc)”

“So get this-- as if dinner wasn't enough I'm taking her(her/them/etc) to a monster truck rally afterwards.”

“You know, I am so romantic sometimes I think I should just marry myself.”

“'Cause I got to tell you, buddy that face of hers, it just makes my heart go...Yikes!”

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

“Kitty!”

“No, no-- stay back!”

“Oh, [Name], I've had a lot of birthday... well, not a lot of birthdays but this is the best birthday ever.”

“I was just thinking about the first time I laid eye(eyes) on you-- how pretty you looked.”

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Uh, I'm just going to order something to go.”

“Get out of here. You're ruining everything.”

“Please remain calm. This is not a drill.”

“Well, I don't think that date could have gone any worse.”

“Well, a kid flew right over me and blasted a car with its laser vision!”

“I tried to run from it, but it picked me up with its mind powers and shook me like a doll!”

“It is my professional opinion that now is the time to... panic!”

“No, don't touch those, you little...! Oh, now those were alphabetized.”

“It's okay, it's all right. As long as it doesn't come near us we're going to be okay.”

“I have no idea but it would be really great if it didn't do it again.”

“How could I do this? How could I be so stupid?”

“That thing is a killing machine!”

“I bet it's just waiting for us to fall asleep and then wham! Oh, we're easy prey, my friend-- easy prey. We're sitting targets.”

“Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”

“That's it, I'm out of ideas. We're closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!”

“Are you sleepy? You want to sleep? ls that what you want? Huh?”

“No. Hey, hey, that's my bed! You're going to get your germs all over it. ( sighing ) Fine. My chair is more comfortable anyway.”

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Oh, boy, how do I explain this?”

“How about I sit here, until you fall asleep? Go ahead. Go to sleep. Now. Now... go. Uh, you... go... to... sleep. ( imitating snoring )”

“Really? Well, in that case, let's keep it. I always wanted a pet that could kill me!”

“Is that a joke? Tell me you're joking.”

“[Name], I'd like to think that, given the circumstances I have been extremely forgiving up to now but that is a horrible idea!”

“Don't panic-- we can do this.”

“Actually, that's my, uh, cousin's sister's daughter…”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“That's a cute little dance you've got. It almost looks like you've got to…”

“Where did she go? Oh, did she disappear? Did she turn invisible?”

“[Name], my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today.Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New makeup? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like...”

“Ready or not, here I come! I'm getting warmer! Any second now! Fee fi fo…”

“Don't you think I'm aware of the situation? I was up all night!”

“Yeah, well, until we know for sure we're going to act like nothing happened, understand?”

“You're right, you're right. We're just two regular joes on our way to work. We will blend right in!”

“Very good. Now bon voyage!”

“That's what I decided to call her(him/them). Is there a problem?”

“[Name], you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!”

“ow put that thing back where it came from, or so help me…!”

“But if it was an inside job I'd put my money on [Third party].”

“( whimpers ) last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none!”

“Sushi? Sushi?!! You think this is about sushi?!”

“So I said, ''If you talk to me like that again, we're through!''

“Oh, well, hello, there. What's your name?”

“I got us a way out of this mess but we got to hurry.”

“Oh, you're all right! I was so worried! Don't you ever run away from me again, young lady(mnan/etc)! Oh, but I'm so glad you're safe.”

“We're going to get our lives back. The nightmare is over.”

“Okay, first of all, it's cree-tin. If you're going to threaten me do it properly.”

“Well somebody's certainly been a busy bee.”

“I'm sorry, [Name], but [Third party] said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his(her/etc) evil plot.”

“We got to get out of here now! We can start a whole new life somewhere far away!”

“I was going for a snake ninja approach with a little hissing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It's all about presence!”

“[Name]? [Name], it's me…”

“[Name]? No, no, no, no. It's okay. I was just…No, no, no, no, no, don't be scared. That wasn't real. It's just a...I was just…”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“All you had to do was listen to me-- just once! But you didn't, did you? You're still not listening!”

“Welcome to the Himalayas!”

“Snow cone? No, no, no. Don't worry-- it's lemon.”

“Did you see the way she(he/etc)... looked at me?”

“Take my buddy, Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself King Itchy.”

“Look at that big jerk. Ruined my life, and for what?”

“Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland! I mean, how about all this fabulous snow, huh?”

“Okay, rule number one out here. Always…No.Never go out in a blizzard.”

“None of it matter...Wa-wait a second. None of it matters?”

“So, now the truth comes out, doesn't it?”

“What about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh?”

“What about me? I'm your pal. I'm... I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?”

“I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean for this to happen. But [Third Party]’s in trouble.”

“'Whoa, whoa, whoa. ''We''? No. There's no ''we'' this time, pal. I-if-if you want to go out there and freeze to death you be my guest... because you're on your own.”

“I never should have trusted you with this.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, [Name].”

“I was just mad, that's all. I needed some time to think.” “I'm being attacked!”

“No, I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to be honest. Just hear me out. You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship.”

“If you start crying, I'm going to cry and I'II never get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you but I am now.”

“[Name], I am baring my soul here. The least you could do is pay attention!”

“Somebody's got take care of you, you big hairball!”

“[Name], if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through!”

“You expect me to believe that pack of lies, [Full name]!”

“Go get 'em, Googley Bear!”

“What a plan-- simple, yet insane!”

“How are we supposed to get to it now? Oh, it's a dead end, [Name]!”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Give me your hand.”

“Jump! I'm behind you!”

“Hurry up! Keep moving!”

“You stupid, pathetic waste!”

“You've been number one for too long, [Name]. Now your time is up!”

“Mama, another gator got in the house!”

“Give me that shovel! Come here!”

“All right, I got a move here. It'II bring down the house.”

“I think we stopped him, [Name]. You're safe now.”

“She's(he’s/etc) seen too much. You both have.”

“Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys but I spotted several big mistakes.”

“Two and a half years of undercover work were almost wasted.”

“What, you mean... you mean, I can't see her(him/etc) again?”

“I bet we get the rest of the day off.”

“Come on, pal, cheer up, we did it!”

“Oh, sure, we put the factory in the toilet, and... gee, hundreds of people will be out of work now. Not to mention the angry mob that'II come after us when there's no more power, but, hey... at least we had some laughs, right?”

“Oh, I love kindergarten. Best three years of my life.”

“[Name], you're such a charmer.”

#inbox meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #rp meme #roleplay meme #disney rp meme #pixar rp meme #monsters inc rp meme

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Quarterly Fic Recs 2023 #3

Hello! I can't believe how quickly we've reached the third list of the year! I wasn't able to read as much as I wanted, but I hope you all enjoy these wonderful fics <3

Namjoon

baby fever @95rkives

summary: what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

drunk in love @joon4eva

summary: you and whiskey are never a good combination. or: you’ve been in love with your best friend for years and you might tell him about it while drunk.

Jimin

menace @eoieopda

summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine’s Day party. You didn’t want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there.

all mine @souryoong

summary: your new boyfriend can’t make you finish, but your ex boyfriend sure can.

thank you for your service @jiminniethemarshmallow

summary: As a servant of your kingdom, all Jimin wants to do is please you and service you in any way that he can.

Taehyung

high tide @kookslastbutton

summary: Due to Taehyung’s job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phonecalls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet.

Jungkook

something borrowed @alphabetboyluvr

mafia au

chained to you @hisunshiine

idol au

into the wild @bonny-kookoo

summary: The wolf pretending to be the grandmother, just to later swallow the poor red riding hood whole- is he attempting to gain your trust as well just to feast on your flesh later, once he gets hungry for a meal?

seven days @kithtaehyung

summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven.

and my man, thank you to my man @darklingjeon

dealer au

because, i love you ch. 12 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

things you don't know @btsgotjams27

summary: it’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. after moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.

Yoongi

heartache @sailoryooons

summary: Unresolved feelings lead to nothing but heartache when you run into Yoongi at a wedding five years after breaking up. Especially when you realize that despite Yoongi have feelings for you, there is still another woman on his arm.

right here ^

summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment.

Taehyung

backstage @jeonqkooks

summary: what’s the best way to release energy for someone with an oral fixation?

champagne problems @still-with-koo

summary: you turn down taehyung’s very public marriage proposal. inspired by champagne problems by taylor swift.

Jungkook

6:42 a.m. @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Jungkook is ready to kick off a new day of loving you.

OT7/Multiple Members

cosmic collision @gimmethatagustd

summary: A responsible weedman, Yoongi always tests out new marijuana strains before selling them to his customers. When his supplier offers him a new strain, Cosmic Collision, Yoongi is eager to try it. What he doesn’t expect is the alien that comes with it.

Seokjin

the one with seokjin and without complaints @eoieopda

summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin.

musical chairs @ugh-yoongi

rival teachers au

lucky ^

things you said when you were drunk

view @noteguk

summary: in which seokjin likes to show people what is his.

sugar sweet @ditttiii

summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡ Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it!

wash 'n dry @seokoloqy

summary: The one where Seokjin is the cute RA who catches you doing laundry at 1 AM and you both have time to kill.

thunder @/ppersonna

summary: you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year. apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

Yoongi

angel @/sailoryooons

summary: Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences.

carnival of terror @theharrowing

summary: The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

crescendo @/ugh-yoongi

established relationship

loose lips ^

friends to lovers

baby maker @shadowkoo

summary: You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there’s an additional want tugging at your heartstrings – the thought of becoming a mother. That’s right, you want a baby. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But he’ll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if it’s a baby you want, it’s a baby you’ll get.

on your period @7ndipity

summary: Yoongi looks after you on your period

don't come yet @jl-micasea-fics

established relationship

night short #25 @euphoricfilter

make up sex

Hoseok

sensuous @delugguk

hot emo hobi @minisugakoobies

i'm yours @yoongiphoria

If you're making a mistake, it's bound to be your favorite one.

bad things come in three @hyungieyoongi

established relationship

hoseok drabble @here4kpopfics

brother's best friend

intoxicated @peachypinkygloss

summary: Drugs make everything better. Even sex.

bones @floralseokjin

summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

Namjoon

signed, sealed, delivered @fresh-outta-jams

summary: You’re in college when your soulmate tattoo finally shows up: an address. Sending a letter couldn’t hurt, right?

the rich man's crochet club @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When they were freshmen in college, Namjoon began a club with his six closest friends. The one thing they all had in common? V i r g i n s as fuck. Obviously, they couldn’t call the club the Virgins Club and so, the Rich Man’s Crochet Club was born. Until time passes and Namjoon is the only one left. Now, the Club has one, final mission: to get Namjoon laid.

not so dinner date @bangtaninborderland

idol au

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Louis Tomlinson is sequestered in the executive boardroom of a swanky hotel in suburban London, and is treating it the way a pupil might a classroom when the teacher’s popped out. He’s leaning back on his chair, feet up on a radiator, hands clasped behind his head and a cigarette on the go. “All right?” he says, grinning impishly.

Despite huge global success with One Direction (70 million albums sold), which prompted a fanaticism that made Beatlemania look tame, he seems remarkably unaffected and far more normal than one might expect from someone with 35.8 million Twitter followers. He’s a 31-year-old so unassumingly bloke-next-door that the bloke next door wouldn’t look twice.

“I’ve always had a problem with ‘ego’,” he says, “and I’ve always been worried about being one of those people in the public eye who just loses all sense of reality, and becomes an arsehole.” As if by way of explanation, he adds: “I’m from Doncaster.”

And so while his former 1D bandmate Harry Styles, a superstar, floats through life like the fashion world’s favourite clothes horse, Tomlinson kits himself out in JD Sports: Kappa T-shirt, black sweatpants, Adidas socks, scuffed trainers. When he tells you he often frequents his local pub unmolested, you believe him.

“If someone does come up after an hour to ask for a selfie, I won’t say no and I won’t run away,” he says, “’specially if I’m three pints deep!”

Of the five members of 1D, Tomlinson has had the slowest start to a solo career. There are compelling reasons for this — family tragedy for one — but he’s also had to figure out who he is without the band around him. “With this job,” he says, “there’s so much room for overthinking, you know? Someone from the record label will tell you they like your stuff, but you find yourself thinking: yeah, but do they? It’s the fans that help you really believe in yourself.”

In the band, Zayn Malik had the best voice and Styles had the best everything else. While the other three — Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Niall Horan — were hardly driftwood, each has nevertheless had to dig deep to carve out a solo persona that would compel beyond the bubble.

“I do miss the boys,” he says, “and I do definitely miss being one of the five, but I like doing my own thing too. It was time.”

It’s a bright winter’s day, and the man in sports casual is enjoying special dispensation here in the hotel: permission to light up. Had this been denied, there might well have been a problem, for Tomlinson chain-smokes with the wild abandon of Mad Men’s Don Draper.

After the release of his second solo album, Faith in the Future, in November, he adds another necessary notch in the belt of any self-respecting pop star next month: the documentary. All of Those Voices is a routine behind-the-scenes look at 21st-century celebrity but stands out for the multiple crises of confidence Tomlinson feels any time he’s not on stage.

“This is a confidence game for anyone,” he says earnestly, “and there’s been plenty of moments of vulnerability throughout the entire process.” An overriding concern of the documentary is not just whether people would be interested in him, but whether they’d take him, someone discovered on a TV talent show, seriously.

When Styles won his Grammy awards this month — he collected two and won four Brits — he used his acceptance speech to say that “this doesn’t happen to people like me very often”. This was swiftly ridiculed across social media because of course white men tend to win quite a lot. But what he likely meant was that it doesn’t happen to the product of manufactured boy bands, many of whom have the use-by date of a pint of milk.

“Only Harry knows what he means there, it’s hard to speculate,” Tomlinson says, “but we all came from relatively humble beginnings, and now we are where we are.”

But while Styles is a once-in-a-generation talent and knows it, his erstwhile bandmates — and this one in particular — need convincing.

Louis Tomlinson comes from a big family — his mother, Johannah Deakin, married twice and had seven children — and was a hopeful child actor before in 2010 auditioning for The X Factor. This is where 1D were created, “masterminded” by Louis Walsh. Deakin, who had Tomlinson when she was 19, was his biggest fan and they’d always been close. When, for example, Tomlinson lost his virginity, it was she he told first, not his friends.

In 2016, a year after One Direction split, she died from leukaemia, aged 42. Two years later, his 18-year-old sister, Félicité, who’d been struggling to get over her mother’s death, accidentally overdosed on cocaine, painkillers and an anxiety drug. The combined loss hit him hard. Aside from the single he wrote about his mother’s passing, 2020’s Two of Us, his mourning has been largely private.

He squints through a veil of cigarette smoke. “Some of the things that have happened recently have been quite drastic, yeah, but then so much in my life seems to have been pretty extreme, one way or the other.” In 2016, at the age of 25, a brief relationship with a Californian stylist, Briana Jungwirth, resulted in a son. “There’ve been challenging times, definitely. It’s funny, but I couldn’t even tell you how many years ago my mum passed, I just blank it out. But for the first 18 months, I’d take any form of bad luck personally. I’d feel every tiny thing. But now I genuinely feel I’ve come out the other side. I feel more empathy for everything and everyone these days.”

After his 2020 debut album, Walls, failed to set the world alight, Tomlinson called time on his relationship with Simon Cowell. “It was mostly amicable,” he says, nodding. “Simon always had my best interests at heart, and I liked him. He had his faults of course, like all of us, but it was always inevitable I’d have to go off and do my own thing.”

His new record, then, was a leap into the unknown and he elected to write not with professional songwriters but rather fellow creative artists: Theo Hutchcraft from the band Hurts, Joe Cross from the Courteeners and the singer-songwriter James Vincent McMorrow. “And that was a big difference, huge. These are people who live and breathe music. It’s the first time I felt really comfortable doing my own stuff, you know?”

Previously he’d been encouraged to sing like a nice young pop star should, without regional inflection. “When I was in the band,” he says, “working with professional songwriters whose entire aim was to write the hit single, they’d tell me that singing in my natural accent wasn’t commercial. Sorry, but what a shit idea! Who wants to sound like everybody else? I dumbed down a little bit in the band, because you do, but I’ve learnt who I am now.”

The album, which has its inspiration firmly in early Noughties indie, sounds more Kaiser Chiefs than One Direction. A risk, then. But when it came out, it debuted at No 1. While this did wonders for his confidence, it’s clear from the documentary that he still needs people — a support group — around him. He actively courts the friendship of his touring band, not necessarily a given among solo pop stars, and he seems almost always sociable. It’s when he’s not up for group activity that people worry. There’s a revealing moment in the documentary of him having just appeared on James Corden’s US talk show. Backstage Corden, an old friend, pleads with him not to go quiet on him afterwards. “You vanish, you change your number, no one knows [where you are],” he says.

Until recently Tomlinson lived in London with his long-term girlfriend, the model Eleanor Calder, but recent reports suggest they’ve split up and he’s dating another model, Sofie Nyvang. Life, clearly, is complicated. Perhaps that’s why he smokes so much. He says, though, that he feels finally relieved of the myriad pressures that once clung to being a pop star whose fanbase was predominantly teenage. Such as?

“Well, being a role model for one. I never wanted that. I always had to worry whether it was OK if, say, I was seen here or if I could get away with smoking a joint there, before concluding: hmm, probably not. But I never wanted to be the perfect pop star, especially in the climate of Instagram. I don’t want to put an artificial world out there. I think it’s important that people see your scars, your flaws.”

It’s never easy growing up in public and Tomlinson had no choice. “When One Direction split up,” he says, “I was mortified, I was absolutely gutted. I was a bit bitter, I suppose because it just felt like another loss to me. But I’ve a better understanding of things now, and there’s not as much anger. It is what it is.

“Getting back together at some point is hard to imagine right now,” he continues, “but I’d be surprised if we lived out our lives and didn’t have a moment where we had a reunion, or whatever you want to call it. I’d be up for that.”

When I ask what it’s like watching Styles’s ascendance into the biggest star of his generation — something that might delay such a reunion — he blows out a long plume of smoke.

“Well, it’s not a surprise is it? We were always aware that Harry fit that mould, and it’s been an amazing thing to watch. Envy? At the start maybe, when I was trying to find my feet, but it’s never healthy to cross-reference your own success with others is it? These days I’m learning to elevate myself in those moments when I have to. I didn’t know how to do that before, but now? Now I know I f***ing can.” All of Those Voices is in cinemas from March 22, allofthosevoices.com

-Full article. Feb 23 2023. Link here. Free link here.

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