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#it's not fair and it fucking sucks but i swear we can get through this
ugh-yoongi · 1 month
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hang up if u want to | kmg
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he's in japan. you're at home, knowing there's no point in staring at your phone, waiting. mingyu might not wanna define what the two of you are, but that certainly doesn't stop him from asking for what he wants.
pairing: idol!mingyu x f. reader genre: situationship au; a lil angst, smut warnings: swearing. sexting — use of gendered terms for genitalia, mentions of oral and penetrative sex, masturbation, images/videos, dirty talk i guess?, squirting. one mention of reader wearing a dress. another mention of reader wearing mingyu’s shirt and it being large on her. (not meant to be an indication of size—that mf is just so large i think most people would drown in his clothes.) mingyu is domineering and kind of brat tamer-y but i wouldn't say this is dom-y at all. he also uses the term "baby" a lot bc i refuse to use y/n. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 3.6k listen to: namasenda - dare (pm) / khalid, 6lack, ty dolla $ign - otw / keshi - like i need u / edward maya & vika jigulina - stereo love / monsta x - addicted / brockhampton - sugar / shy martin - good together author's note: hello, i barely text men let alone sext them, so if this sucks my bad. i'm also not 100% comfy for writing any groups outside of bts, so i'm also sorry if the characterization is off. the mingyu brainrot was brainrotting tho bc if there's one thing he's gonna do it's look hot holding his phone in a photo, so. here we are. i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but it's valentine's day so fuck it we ball. thank you: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, & @effortandmore for checking this over and brainstorming with me. namasenda for the lyrics in the title and inspo.
Kim Mingyu Missed Call (2)
Your eyes glance upwards at the time. It’s nearing one a.m.; Mingyu’s second call came and went only a few minutes ago. The first one will have come not long after he got off stage, because they always do. There’s a script—unspoken and unacknowledged, but a script nonetheless—and Mingyu follows it religiously.
You sigh. Leave your phone on your nightstand as you change into pajamas, back into the bathroom to wash your face. Roll your eyes as you hear the texts roll in, the sound grating and ominous as it vibrates against the wood.
All part of the script.
Kim Mingyu: just got back to the hotel Kim Mingyu: you up
Also part of the script: this is the only way it goes. Maybe Mingyu wants to text you, but adrenaline’s the only reason he ever goes through with it. That post-concert high, nothing else to do with all that energy but invest it into you, and the thing about scripts is that they get old, grow stale. Always the same thing, and you can only have that conversation so many times before you get tired and rip it up.
We all have roles to play. Mingyu is the one who refuses to define what it is the two of you have, put a label on it. He’s the one who calls from countries away and speaks in that low, hushed tone. He’s the tempter, the one who holds all the cards but refuses to lay them down.
A royal flush, every single time.
And you—you’re not helpless. Not some poor creature fighting for its life in a spun-silk web. Mingyu’s capable of devouring you in more ways than one, but it’s not like that. Not really. As laissez-faire as he is, you come and go as you please, too. Perhaps it’s as mutually beneficial as it is destructive, but that’s the nature of the production; the result of the roles you two of you play.
Kim Mingyu: you ignoring me? Kim Mingyu: i saw your ig story Kim Mingyu: knock it off baby
You smile, private and sardonic, because you aren’t helpless. Sometimes it’s your web, and it’s all Mingyu can do to keep his head above water. Another role you’d borrowed from someplace else but still have memorized. Still remember all the lines, the mannerisms.
On your story: a video of you, bare skin glittering beneath the golden-fluorescent light of your bathroom; you, with your dress unzipped, the straps slipping down your arms; your hand pressed to your chest to keep yourself covered. Your back turned to the camera, visible only in the mirror, as the silk dropped to the floor.
In the settings: only two accounts given permission to see, both belonging to the same person.
In your DMs: Mingyu, on his private account with the username that looks more like a keysmash than any legible thing, reacting with the fire emoji.
Related: the image hovering just above Mingyu’s texts. The one he’d repaid you with not long after seeing your story. A mirror selfie of his own: grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a soaked-through white t-shirt stuck to his stomach, the lines of his abs visible.
That, and everything below it—all left unanswered.
The thing about Mingyu is he’ll give chase. Doesn’t shy away from all the things he wants; isn’t shy about giving voice to them.
But he’ll never, ever beg.
(Not like this, at least. When he’s in your bed it’s always a different story. He’s a kept man, there, and kept men have no qualms about things like that. Begging for your mouth, your pussy. Begging you to let him come.)
Normally you’d let it go. Let him talk to himself in your texts, because he’s got a lot of nerve if nothing else, but you’d gone out earlier. Grabbed a few drinks with your girlfriends, let the alcohol thrum through you like a livewire. Watched as they danced with men whose names they didn’t know and never learned and thought about what it’d be like to be able to do something like that in public.
Got home, felt a little scorned, just on the edge of bitter. Made a show of taking your dress off in the bathroom mirror and posted it someplace you knew he’d look.
You: did you like it?
Rhetorical. Mingyu may not want to put a label on this thing, might not want to be caged-in and suffocated, but you know what you do to him. All the ways you affect him.
i could tell you, comes the immediate reply, and your eyes are halfway rolled when—
Kim Mingyu: or i could show you
It takes a second to come through, but once it does your breath hitches in your throat. Far from the most obscene image he’s ever sent you, but just as effective. An expanse of tanned, soft skin, lean muscle; still in those same grey sweats, bunched up a little on the thigh as he lays in his plush hotel bed with his legs spread.
At the center of it all, the outline of his hard, thick cock, so fucking big as it stretches the fabric taut.
All you can do is stare.
Mingyu is not of this earth. This thought is nothing new: he has always existed outside the realm of possibility, in more ways than one, so this is merely a fact. Grass is green, the sky is blue, sometimes you can love someone in a way that’s so overwhelming and still be no good for them.
Another fact: it’s primal, the way you need him. Always has been.
You: what am i looking at? You: new sweatpants?
On the other end of the line, it’s easy to imagine his reaction. A quick snort of laughter, tongue pressed into the fat of his cheek before he clenches his jaw. If he were here, he’d haul you into his lap, kiss you deep and messy. Trail his fingers along your skin until they settled in the hollow of your throat.
Pull away just for a second. Just long enough to say, “Watch your mouth,” before he’s licking into it.
Kim Mingyu: don’t be like that 🙄
This time your eyes fully roll. Spitefully, you snap a picture of what’s in front of you: your bedroom wall, some drama playing on the TV, a sliver of amber light from the lamp next to you.
You send it.
You: while we’re sending pictures of irrelevant shit
Truth be told, you’re not like this often, but you get a streak of it every now and then. Only ever at times like this, when the two of you haven’t seen one another in a while and the distance between you is still so ambiguous, untitled.
Usually Mingyu will come by your place. Get you stripped down to almost nothing, have you writhing on his fingers. Then, in between satisfied groans, he’ll slap at your thighs, tell you to stop being a brat.
Kim Mingyu: then send me something worthwhile You: you first
Another beat of silence. Long enough to flick through the channels, plug in your phone, let some of that heat dissipate.
Your phone chimes, and when you look down—
Those grey sweats are long gone, replaced with a pair of black briefs barely containing his cock, still hard and curved toward his stomach. You swallow. Let your eyes linger on the corded muscle of his thighs, all that soft skin. Let your mind remind you, just for a second, how it feels beneath your fingertips, your hands, your mouth.
All the sounds he makes.
Kim Mingyu: is that better Kim Mingyu: is that what you wanted
Unbidden, the corners of your mouth lift. hm… close but no, you type out. Let it sit for a few seconds before you delete it. If Mingyu wants to be a tease, you can do the same.
You situate yourself against the pillows. Angle your phone so the length of your body is visible: your bare legs twisted in the sheets, the bruise Mingyu had sucked into the inside of your thigh before he left just barely making it into the frame. What��s fully visible, though: his shirt that’s draped over your frame, how much it engulfs you, the way you’re drowning in it. In him.
You send it.
You: depends... is this what you wanted?
The response is immediate:
Kim Mingyu: absolutely not. take it off baby.
You’ve starred in this production before, knew where it was headed the second you saw the missed calls, so you’d put on his favorite of your underwear. Skimpy red lace, part of a set he’d had sent to your apartment. Used to tell you in desperate whispers how ruined he was seeing you in them; used to have to rein himself in so he didn’t rip them off.
So you snap another photo. Spread your legs a little further, pull the hem of Mingyu’s shirt between your teeth. Know seeing that sliver of your stomach will drive him crazy, too, but it’ll pale in comparison to the underwear.
You consider video calling him. Want to see his face when you send this photo—the pinch of his brows, the slight drop of his jaw. The way he’ll whimper a little, say baby in that tone that floods you with heat: a little desperate, all hushed awe, bordering on a whine.
The same kind of heat that starts to creep back in again. There’s power in desire, in being desired, and even though you’re here and Mingyu’s in a hotel room in Japan, you can still feel it. Subconscious, like some kind of red string shit. Anticipatory.
Kim Mingyu: goddamn Kim Mingyu: you wear those for me? Kim Mingyu: fuck, i wish i was there to take them off of you
You suck in a breath. and if you were? you send back.
Kim Mingyu: you know that pair is my favorite Kim Mingyu: drives me crazy every time you wear that set Kim Mingyu: but i’ve changed my mind. i want you to keep them on Kim Mingyu: want you to keep my shirt on too You: yeah? you want me to wear your shirt while you fuck me? pull my panties to the side? Kim Mingyu: slow down baby, i’m taking my time with you
In your bed, you snort to yourself. Mingyu has never been patient with anything, but especially not with you. Most of the time he’s so keyed up, wound so tight, that it’s all the two of you can do to make it to your bed—and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes Mingyu puts all that body to use, presses your back to the wall and throws your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. Wraps your legs around him as he fucks you right there, the slide so, so easy with how wet and messy he gets you.
You remind him of as much. Type out, you? taking your time? i’ve got a couple walls in my entryway that would say differently, and laugh when the reply comes through—can’t help myself sometimes—and promptly stop laughing at the next one: never can, with you.
Kim Mingyu: have i ever told you what i love the most? Kim Mingyu: just kissing you. you always taste so good, baby Kim Mingyu: the way you get so worked up and start grabbing at me when i’m doing it. the way you try to get me to touch you. the way you start grinding your pussy on me like you can’t go another second without me inside you
You feel like you’re on fire. Gets worse with every word you read and re-read, try to commit to memory. You know it all too well, what he’s talking about. Know how warm his skin is, how firm he feels under your touch. Know what he tastes like. How soft his lips are. The way he sounds when you start to writhe, the way he groans when he presses tighter against you, presses you into the mattress, hard cock rutting against you, enough to take the edge off but nowhere near what he needs.
You: love that too You: love when you’re inside me even more
Kim Mingyu: me too baby Kim Mingyu: love the way you feel around me Kim Mingyu: always so fucking tight Kim Mingyu: ffuck
Your stomach drops at his last message. are you touching yourself? you type, even though you already know the answer. Another sight you’re blessed to know: Mingyu’s hand wrapped around himself, how the size of his cock makes it look small in comparison. Head tilted back, abs flexing under the weight of the pleasure.
You get a singular character in reply: 응.
show me.
He doesn’t respond right away. The pause is enough to have anticipation thrumming through your veins, make you a little shaky. Your hand trembles as you trace patterns into your warm, soft skin, pretending it’s Mingyu’s touch and not your own. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that grabs at your breast beneath his shirt, thumbs over your nipple; Mingyu’s touch that has soft gasps escaping you. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that dips beneath the hem of your panties.
Kim Mingyu Attachment: 1 Movie
On the screen: Mingyu’s face greets you first, eyes half-lidded and hazy, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tilts his head back, lets you see the sweat-slick skin of his neck, the column of his throat; pans the camera down over his collar bones, his bare chest, before he flips the screen. Can barely fit the entirety of his frame in the shot, and it strikes you someplace deep, how big he is. How overwhelming.
You suck in a breath as your eyes focus—as you take in the way he’s stroking himself. His cock glistens with whatever lube he’d indulged in, but you can’t help but pretend it’s from you and your mouth. Wish you could see the way he’d touch himself as you sucked him nearly to orgasm and told him to finish himself off. The way he’d whine, beg a little, get a little shitty with you.
“Fuck,” you say out loud. You can feel your pupils blow at the thought.
“Jagiya,” comes Mingyu’s voice, intertwined with the sounds of the tv, a city so far away from you, “fuck, I’m so fu-fucking hard.”
If you’d thought you were on fire before, it’s nothing compared to now. Hearing the need in his voice, watching the way he’s touching himself. The way his hips stutter as his body seeks out more, more, more, always more, and the way he squeezes the base of his cock so he doesn’t come too soon.
“Wish it was you. Wish it was you touching me like this. I—fuck, need you so bad.”
You watch as Mingyu strokes over the head of his cock, as each subsequent pass gets more tacky and wet. Lick your lips at the sight of it. Want, more than anything, to get your mouth on him and taste the salt of his skin, the precome he’s jerking himself off with.
Before he even needs to ask, you start recording a video of your own. Leave your panties on because you know he’d want you to. Record the first pass of your fingers through your slick, let out a disbelieving little laugh at how wet you are, how you can hear it. Moan as you dip a finger into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. Say, “I’m so wet, Gyu, oh my god,” all breathy.
Not all that different from how you sound when he’s here. When he’s flesh and blood and right beside you, on top of you.
You use the wetness you’ve gathered and move your hand to your clit. It’s throbbing beneath your touch, your body already wound too tight, and you nearly hiss in oversensitivity and relief when you finally touch yourself the way you’ve wanted to. “Fuck.”
You force yourself to take your time. Slow, small circles, when everything in your body is screaming to be selfish, begging for release the same way Mingyu’s had.
“Should I finger myself?” you ask. A sharp inhale as your next pass has your toes curling. “Wo-won’t feel as good as you, but I need—need more.”
Before you cut the video, you zoom in a little. Make sure Mingyu will be able to see the way you’re touching yourself, be able to hear the sound of your arousal, the same sounds that have warmth blooming in your cheeks.
Kim Mingyu: jesusf fuck Kim Mingyu: god baby youre so hto Kim Mingyu: wanna see you finger yourself Kim Mingyu: please
It’s a little embarrassing, how incapable you are of denying him anything. You trust him implicitly, love him even more, so it’s second nature to give in, to adjust your phone so you don’t have to hold it. Second nature to press record, pull your panties to the side just like you’d proposed earlier; second nature to make a show of sticking two fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, before bringing them to your entrance and easing them inside.
Nothing compared to the stretch of Mingyu, both his fingers and his cock, but it’s still good. Enough to have you sighing softly, barely audible over the sound of everything else: the rustling of your sheets, the low thrum of your own television, you in general.
A rhythmic song and dance. Practiced. You grow wetter with each push and pull; know Mingyu will be able to see it, the way you work yourself open. That, too, has you a little dizzy. Breathless. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Not only like this, but all the time. Does he see an expiration date? Something good while it lasted? Is there just this—something carnal and superficial?
Or does he just see you?
It drives you crazy. Inspires something within you: not just the desire to please him, make it worth his while, but to be something else, something more than this. Has your fingers moving a little faster, has you grinding your clit against the palm of your hand. Has you a whining, writhing mess; has sounds spilling out that you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard come out of you.
You send it before you can overthink it. Whatever Mingyu sees in you, at least these are the images that’ll play in his mind whenever he thinks of you. At least you’ve sunk your claws into him.
Seconds pass in a blur. You’re still on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, stuck in this liminal space simply because Mingyu isn’t here, and you know, too, how this goes. Know you aren’t supposed to come without his say-so in the same way he edges himself until he gets yours.
Kim Mingyu: shit shit shit Kim Mingyu: i wish that was me. wanna take you apart like that. wanna finger you while i eat you out, make you squirt all over me again Kim Mingyu: fuck i thin k about that all the time Kim Mingyu: im gonna cum
I think about that all the time.
So do you. You, on your hands and knees, Mingyu eating you out from behind. Bracing yourself against the headboard with one arm, the other one reaching behind you to pull at his hair. You remember how relentless he’d been that night. A man possessed. Disregarded all your breathless pleas, every Mingyu, Gyu, fuck, fuck, Mingyu, baby— that left your mouth. His tongue left your pussy only long enough to say, you can take it, baby before he was right back at it. Before he worked in two fingers alongside his mouth. Before his free hand came down hard on your ass, the sting startling you, making you jerk, forcing you closer to his mouth.
You remember coming with a scream. You remember coming to with Mingyu’s lips to your neck, the sweet way he was speaking to you. You remember the knee-jerk embarrassment you felt when you saw the giant wet spot you’d left on the bed and how quickly it dissipated when Mingyu pressed a kiss to your temple, called you his good girl.
You: you can come, but you know the rule
You move your fingers back to your clit, feel all that pleasure flood back, start in your toes. It’s not long before you’re pulling a blistering orgasm from your body—one that feels like it belongs to Mingyu, wasn’t yours for the taking.
thank you, he replies, right beneath a photo of his abs streaked with cum.
The comedown is jarring. You feel both too big for your body and completely out of sorts now that you’ve fulfilled your role. Now that there’s nothing to do but sit in the stillness of your bedroom, that same drama playing on television, some girl getting her heart broken.
You wonder if Mingyu’s thinking the same. If his body also sags with relief, if the absence of all that tension feels crushing. If the first thought he has in this newfound clarity is also I love you and if he also swallows it down every single time. You wonder if he thinks about his role, if it’s becoming stale and tired.
Because you know what comes next:
Kim Mingyu: i’ll be home soon Kim Mingyu: can i see you
And you also know what you’ll say. After all, you’ve played this role before.
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if you've made it this far thank you so much for reading! this is prob not my best work since it's a lil rushed but i needed something to get me out of my slump.
i would love to hear your thoughts! <3
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mr-hanjisung · 2 months
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STOP. I SAW THIS PICTURE OF LEE KNOW HOLDING A CHILD ON PINTEREST AND I KNEW I NEEDED TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
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Acting like a Child
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WARNINGS: Swearing, Mentions of possible breeding kink, dad!Minho, mom!reader, married couple, praise, breastfeeding (Not Lee Know!!), having a child, smut to fluff
GENRE: 💋(✏️)
WORD COUNT: 1,054
A/N:
This is not proofread, so I deeply apologize if there are grammar mistakes! Also, go follow my main account @jisunghannie !
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You were cradling your baby boy to bed waiting for Minho to get home. Your little boy was crying his head off, and you were tired as well. You sat on the bed, pulling up your shirt to breastfeed him and as you did. Minho walked in.
"Hey Min..." You said tiredly as he looked at his son eating up. His cheeks puffed in frustration. "Not fair. How come he gets to suck on you all day?" You giggled tiredly as you stroked your baby's head. "I did go through 9 months of pregnancy to develop milk just for him, you know?" You told him as you realized your baby had fallen asleep. "Can you put him down? I'm gonna go take a quick shower." You asked as Minho took the child. "Awh, hey there, little man. Daddy missed you." He said, hugging the child close, kissing his head, and laying him down for the night.
When you finished your shower, you saw Minho sitting on the bed, arms open. You smiled and hugged him. "I missed you..." He said as you smiled. "I missed you too Min." You told him as his hands started to move down to your ass. "No Min... little Ha-jun is only 2 years old." You told him as he began to massage your ass. "Imagine having a baby girl, I know you want one... We can even plan on naming her too..." He said. He knew you had intense baby fever. "Maybe no more kids for now but," You wrapped your arms around his neck now, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to fuck me right now." You told him as he smirked. "That's what I like to hear." He said as he pulled you in for a kiss.
He took your clothes off without missing a beat and laid you down. He then kissed you even deeper as he began to finger you, causing you to moan in your kiss. "I need more Min..." You begged as he smirked, "Patience baby..." He told you as you looked into his eyes.
His eyes trailed down your figure as you smirked, throwing your head back. "Stop eye-fucking me Min..." You told him as he smirked and kissed your breasts. "Ha-jun is so lucky..." He said as he tongue swirled around your nipple. "Minho..!" You moaned out as you covered your mouth. "Don't wake up Ha-jun..." He teased, looking up at you. "My breasts are sensitive... I'm serious..!" You told him as he smiled and continued to kiss and play with your breasts.
You grabbed his collar shirt and pulled him down. "God, Min... stop teasing and just fuck me already." You told him as he swallowed hard. "If you ask like that, you won't escape free without another pregnancy." You tightened around his fingers hearing that as he smirked. "Breeding kink much?" He teased, kissing your neck. "Shut up." You told him.
He laid back on the pillows as you held the bed frame and slowly lowered yourself. He groaned as he felt your walls around him. "You got tighter... or were you always this tight..?" He asked as you looked at him embarrassed. "Shut up with all this talk..." You told him as he smiled, "But you love it, don't you?" He said as you blushed even more, "And besides," He then picked up your left hand and kissed it gently, "You can't escape your husband." He told you as you admired the ring on your finger.
You then slowly began to move after him being inside you for a while.
And, God was he big.
You felt him hit every spot inside you. It felt so good. Hell, good was an understatement. You began to move faster and after a minute of going faster. He grabbed onto your hips. You looked at him in confusion as he put a finger to his mouth, signaling to be quiet as he pointed to the crib.
Ha-jun was moving around.
"You were creaking the bed by how fast you were going." Minho whispered as you blushed and smacked him playfully as he chuckled. "Hold on." He said, pulling out, making you feel empty again.
You pouted, but he just smiled, and after he was finished doing whatever he was doing. He laid you on your back. "Ready?" He asked as you nodded. He then thrusted inside and continued going at incredible speed.
"I thought you... said it was... creaking..!" You moaned out as Minho kissed your cheek. "I put pillows on the bed frame so it doesn't creak." He told you as he continued pounding into you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were a moaning mess. He paused and covered your mouth and whispered in your ear. "Do you wanna wake up Ha-jun..?" You felt chills down your spine. "I'm sorry..." You said as he kissed your breasts thrusting at full speed again. "Nothing wrong with showing me how you feel." He said, licking and biting on your nipple causing you to reach your climax around him.
He came inside, not being able to pull out by how tight you were.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" He whisper-yelled, pulling out and grabbing a tissue as you grabbed his wrists. "It's okay, Min... I want another one... and even if not, I'm on the pill." You told him as he sighed, hugging you close. "You know how bad I would've felt." He said as you smiled. "What a good dad and husband you are." You told him as he chuckled.
"I love you." He told you. "I love you too Min." You told him as you both feel asleep.
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Bonus!
You were throwing up within the next month. Minho was concerned, but you told him you were fine. You opened the pregnancy test that you had bought at the store that morning and tested.
What did you know.
You were pregnant.
You were so happy you ran to Minho and hugged him. He hugged you back, taken aback by the sudden affection. "We are having another one!" You squealed as he smiled and spun you around.
You both shared a laugh and grabbed Ha-jun. "You're gonna be a big brother!" Minho told him as he giggled. Which led all you guys to laugh together.
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writinginatree · 5 months
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The Lost Boys x reader - Breakfast Gone Wrong
Summary: You get hurt by what was supposed to be your victim, and your overprotective vampire brothers get overprotective.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, injury, blood drinking, swearing, vampire!reader, written from David's point of view.
Requested by @mizgames way back in February. I'm so so sorry for taking so extremely long to get this done. It's also a little different from your exact request because I remembered it wrong and didn't read the request again before I started writing, but I hope you still like it anyway!
David knew it was a bad idea to let you hunt on your own. He fucking knew it. That's all he can think of as he rushes to your side, following your pained screams. He should have never let you out of his sight, but you were just so goddamn stubborn he hadn't been able to change your mind. In a fit of what he can only classify as teenage rebellion, and for absolutely no reason other than being a brat, you had suddenly decided that you're a big, grown-up vampire perfectly capable of hunting alone. And David, wrapped around your little finger as he is, had given in and agreed, despite knowing he shouldn't.
He told you not to go too far away from him and the others, to pick an easy victim, to call him if you needed help.
And now here you are, writhing in the sand with a wooden stake through your stomach. He left you unsupervised for five, ten minutes at most. This will definitely have been the last time he ever let you out of his sight. He'll be damned if he takes the risk of something like this ever happening again. Nope, you're grounded — for the rest of all eternity.
The asshole who did this is currently being torn apart by Paul and Marko, while Dwayne is already kneeling by your side, assessing the graveness of your injury. David joins him, since the feral blondes clearly don't need his help. He wordlessly holds you down as Dwayne pulls the wood from your body.
You cry out in pain, try to sit up and get away, but David is stronger and keeps you in place.
He's looking anywhere but at your face. If there's one thing he can't stand it's seeing you suffer. If he looks at your tearstained face for too long he might just start crying too.
Finally Dwayne has pulled the stake — which on closer inspection is just a branch that was probably meant to feed a bonfire — free, and your wails die down into soft sobs. He lifts your head onto his lap, stroking your hair, as David holds your hands and murmurs soothing words.
Paul and Marko drag what's left of your attacker over to you, letting his blood trickle directly into your mouth. You instinctively gulp it down, though David is pretty certain you don't even consciously notice anything going on around you through the pain clouding your mind.
You'll need a lot more blood than what's left in this guy to regain your strength. In their ripping him to shreds, Marko and Paul wasted a lot of the precious liquid, which now uselessly stains the sand a few feet beside your weak form. David decides it's only fair if they're the ones to have to go and find another victim to feed you with, while he and Dwayne watch over you.
For a moment he considers immediately taking you back to the cave, but dismisses the idea as quickly as it came. With how weak you are, David doesn't want to risk moving you just yet. Not until they've gotten some more blood into you.
The other two have only been gone a few minutes, but David can't take watching you like this any longer. He pushes back his sleeve and pierces his skin with his fangs, holding the wound to your lips. You instantly start sucking his blood, and he can almost watch as some semblance of life slowly returns to your face.
"Don't give them too much," Dwayne cautions. "You weakening yourself too is the last thing we need right now."
"I know."
"They'll be fine."
"I know," David repeats, and it's halfway true. The logically thinking part of him does know that. But there's also that other part, the part that can't watch you cry, the part that would go insane if he lost you. It's the same part of him that upon meeting you all those years ago instantly declared himself your older brother, a feeling that has only been amplified after being turned into vampires. He doesn't doubt the others feel the same. As the youngest of their group you have them all extremely protective over you, though David is aware he's the most protective of you by far. Maybe even a bit too much so, though he would never admit that. It's only natural, he thinks, after all he was the first to become your brother.
But Dwayne is right, he shouldn't let his feelings get the best of him. You're going to be okay. Paul and Marko should be back with a human blood donor for you soon, anyway. He just wanted to make sure you could hold out until then.
Now you almost look strong enough to drain a victim yourself if they hold it down for you, and after you feed you'll definitely be strong enough to sit on David's bike and let him take you back to the safety of the cave. He almost thinks you'll even be strong enough to be a brat and protest, but David will not let you change his mind about grounding you. Your safety comes first, your happiness second.
He pries his arm from your mouth and wipes a few stray drops of blood from your chin with his gloved hand.
You blink up at him, seemingly a lot more aware of your surroundings than just a couple minutes ago.
"How are you feeling, kitten?"
"Ouchie."
David chuckles despite himself. "Yeah, you could say that. What were you thinking?!"
"He looked like an easy victim..." Your voice is weak, hoarse with tears, but David is relieved you're already wearing your typical bratty pout again. "How was I supposed to know he'd try and gut me?!"
"People tend not to like it when you're trying to kill them."
"That's not a reason to stab someone!"
David thinks of all the times you came close to biting his or one of the other boys' fingers off for minor offences like wanting a bite of your food or wiping dirt from your face. Just last week you threatened to stab David with your ice cream cone because he said you couldn't stay at the boardwalk any longer if you wanted to be home at the cave before the sun came up.
"Uh-huh."
He shares a look with Dwayne, and knows he's thinking the same thing.
Just then Paul and Marko come back, a woman's limp body hanging between them. They dump her beside you. "Here, baby, we knocked her out for you."
For a moment you just stare, like you're not sure what you're supposed to do with her, or too exhausted to lean over and bite her. But then you move, sinking your teeth deep into her throat and David smells the blood when your teeth break the skin.
The boys sit around you in a protective circle and watch as you drink. They're hungry too, after all they barely had time to find victims of their own, let alone suck them dry, before your cry for help drew them away. But they hold back. They can wait.
Silently communicating they agree to bring you home, and then go out to feed in pairs, so there's always two of them with you. It's an unnecessary precaution, of course, but that doesn't bother them. It will bother you — or at least you'll say it does. You always pretend to be annoyed by their protectiveness, by being babied by them so much, as you like to phrase it. But the way you always hide under David's coat, make Paul give you piggyback rides and Dwayne read to you, and insist on Marko doing your hair for you says different. You might be pissed at David for grounding you, but he doesn't doubt you'll secretly love being the center of attention like that — even more so than usual.
Paul has curled up by your side now, arms wrapped around you and nuzzling his head against your shoulder. You briefly interrupt your feeding to hiss at him. David is glad to see it — the fact you're defending your food is a sure sign you're feeling better.
When you're done there's blood smeared all over your face. Dwayne wipes it away with his flag, making you whine and try to push away his hands. "I'm not a baby, Dwayne!"
Oh yes, you're definitely feeling better.
Still, you allow David to pick you up and carry you back to where the bikes are parked, snuggling against his chest and refusing to be put back down when you've reached the bikes. David sighs and climbs on his bike with you, sitting you in front of him and telling you to hold on tight to him, despite you already doing that.
Back at the cave you still refuse to let go, so David carries you inside and settles in your favorite spot — a sort of nest you've built in a small alcove going off the main cave, consisting of a mattress covered in a pile of countless fluffy blankets and pillows, with all the stuffed animals the boys have won for you at the boardwalk over the years strewn all over the place — with you on his lap.
Paul runs after him, and throws himself down beside the both you, cuddling close. Once he's done squirming around to get comfortable he's halfway laying on top of David, too, his face pressed so deep into your side he would probably suffocate if he were human.
It reminds David that he wasn't the only one worried about you, as he watches the tension seep from Paul's body now that you're in safety and he can hold you close. Since it's obvious Paul won't be letting go of you for a while, Marko and Dwayne head out to feed first, each pressing a kiss to your forehead before they go.
You're close to falling asleep, despite how early in the night it still is. No wonder after what you just went through.
David brushes his hand over your face, gently traces the bridge of your nose up to your forehead and back down in a soothing motion, watches your eyelids flutter as you fight to stay awake.
David well remembers a night much like this one, many years ago when you had all still been human, kids living on the streets. You'd been attacked then, too, by a man who'd caught you trying to steal from him. You still have the scar on your chin, where his knife grazed you before you got away. Then, like now, you'd clung to David for the rest of the night, hiding in the questionable safety of his arms.
He traces over the scar on your chin, wondering if today's injury will leave one, too. He supposes not. Vampires don't get scars as far as he's aware, but then again there's still so much he doesn't know about all this, even after decades of undead life.
"Sleep, kitten. You've got to rest."
An agreeing hum comes from Paul's direction, but you continue forcing your eyes to stay open.
"I'm not even tired."
He ignores the wornout lie and says, "You're hurt. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll feel better."
You seem to consider this for a moment, absentmindedly playing with Paul's hair and snuggling even closer to David, if that's even possible.
Finally you nod. "Fine. But you have to stay with me the whole time. I'll get nightmares if you make me sleep alone."
David hadn't expected anything else, and agrees. He doesn't mind going hungry in favor of watching over you, even if he knows you've never had a nightmare in your life.
He keeps stroking your face, slowly lulling you to sleep.
Paul, never one to keep still for long, starts fidgeting, and David throws him a glare. "Stay still or go do something else. You're keeping Y/N up."
"Sing us a lullaby then."
Before David can even think to tell Paul to fuck off, your eyes shoot wide open again, and you nod. "Yes, David, sing us a lullaby!"
With a heavy sigh David resigns to his fate. He really needs to learn how to say no to you, but of course that's never going to happen. And, seeing the content little smile on your face, he can't really bring himself to mind.
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snow angel - track four
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user1 somehow all three are very grumpy about rhea leaving.
↳ rheareynolds they were. although the boyfriend has no place to be complaining. he's constantly travelling.
user2 the boyfriend is hot.
↳ user3 you can only see his hair and arms?
↳ user2 and?
vancityreynolds stop lying, i bet they're thrilled.
↳ rheareynolds just because blake always throws a party when you leave doesn't mean my friends and boyfriend do.
lilymhe you couldn't have found a better picture of me?
↳ rheareynolds i think you look very cute
↳ alex_albon that's my girlfriend!
↳ rheareynolds what's your point? she's literally my wife
charles_leclerc have fun but not too much fun!
user4 okay but her cat is literally the prettiest cat i've ever seen.
user5 see i personally love that rhea met lily and the other drivers through lando but they still picked her over him
↳ user6 to be fair they are friendly with lando but you can tell it's not the same as it was.
↳ user7 well lando cheated on his girlfriend and not the other way around.
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LATE MARCH 2023
lilymhe and rheareynolds posted new stories
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breakfast with the prettiest girl ever.
prettiest surprise visit ever.
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charles leclerc rhea come home the children (me and lily) miss you
lily muni he please come back!
max verstappen added two people
logan sargeant bonjour!
logan sargeant i don't speak french
oscar piastri hello?
charles leclerc piastri i swear to seb if you tell nowins about this i will crash into you. alex albon jeez give the kid a chance to breathe sharl
rhea reynolds i wrap filming in may!
rhea reynolds oh hello. oscar piastri and?
logan sargeant i'm logan sargeant, alex's teammate. when will we be getting new music?
yuki tsunoda yes, when can i get new material to further torment norizz?
rhea reynolds july.
lance stroll BOOO!!
rhea reynolds but a single in june
pierre gasly IT'S BARELY APRIL?? THAT'S TWO WHOLE MONTHS AWAY?? mick schumacher sucks to suck charles leclerc YOU LET HIM HEAR IT BEFORE US?? YOUR BEST FRIENDS?? charles leclerc WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS BEFORE HOES?
george russell GIVE US THE TRACKLIST TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR SINS!!
rhea reynolds talk too much, i hate boston, poison poison, gemini moon, snow angel, so what now, the wedding song, pretty girls, tummy hurts, i wish, willow, 23.
charles leclerc claiming snow angel lily muni he claiming pretty girls max verstappen you two are too much sometimes. but i claim so what now.
rhea reynolds his ass is grass. trust.
oscar piastri trust i will be playing this in my drivers room.
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MAY 2023
rheareynolds posted new stories
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i just woke up why the fuck is everyone blowing up my phone? did my nudes get leaked, not that i have any, or some shit? worse, what the fuck did ryan do now?
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mick schumacher who fucking spilled??
esteban ocon i spilled milk earlier, why are you asking?? and how do you know??
rhea reynolds how the fuck did some spanish paper find out that i was dating mick??
charles leclerc oh no.
max verstappen YOU TOLD CARLOS??
charles leclerc HE PROMISED ME HE WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!
pierre gasly HE'S FRIENDS WITH NO BITCHES!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE KEEP IT A SECRET??!!
oscar piastri this is bad. so bad.
lily muni he OH COME ON!! SERIOUSLY CHARLES??
charles leclerc I FUCKED UP OKAY?! I GET IT! I WILL SPEAK TO CARLOS!
george russell NO! NO MORE TALKING TO CARLOS!!
charles leclerc HE PROMISED!!
max verstappen HIS PROMISES MEAN SHIT! WE BOTH KNOW THAT!
rhea reynolds WHAT THE FUCK CHARLES??
charles leclerc I WAS ALSO DRUNK AND I TRUSTED HIM!!
pierre gasly i thought we learned our lesson after last time?
alex albon this is bad. this is so fucking bad.
rhea reynolds yeah no shit alex.
alex albon you didn't read the article did you?
lily muni he i swear to sebastian that i will be castarating both sainz and norris for what's being said. rhea reynolds oh fuck me.
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are you dating mick schumacher?
rhea?
i know you're seeing these
are you seriously dating mick? my friend?
that's rich coming from the guy who cheated on me with a friend.
and if i am i don't think i owe you an explanation.
i also wasn't aware you guys were friends. you take one picture with a guy and suddenly you're friends.
are you fucking kidding me reynolds?
you're dating him?
him of all people
literally fuck you norris.
tell carlos to pull the fucking article or i'm suing his ass for defamation.
for what? telling the truth?
you and i both fucking know that article is straight bullshit. i never did anything to you. i was committed to our relationship more than you ever fucking were.
either he pulls the article or i swear i'll sue him.
fuck you and i hope you choke.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! i do know that the mick quote in the grill the grid video is in reference to seb, but the opportunity was right there so i had to go with it!! if i had a nickel for everytime i made carlos out to be an asshole i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. I PROMISE I DON'T HATE HIM!! I ACTUALLY LIKE HIM BUT HE'S LIKE BESTIES WITH LANDO AND IT WORKS OUT SO WELL.
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CHOKERS AND CHANGING ROOMS — gojo satoru x fem! reader
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warnings ; cum plugging, slight choking, a fair amount of dirty talk, whore, finger sucking (to keep you quiet), semi-public sex
rina's comments ; one of my first long works, maybe a oneshot >&lt;
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gojo's the sweet type, he spoils you with so many gifts. necklaces, bracelets and other jewelries galore. your boyfriend swears on his life that he'll never get tired of spoiling you with absolutely nothing in return, but is that really true?
i mean sure, satoru relishes when you adore his gifts, putting them on as soon as you take it from whatever expensive box it was wrapped in. his eyes widen everytime you turn to ask his opinion on how it looks on you, muttering a sickeningly sweet “looks so good on you princess” assisted by a drunk-like grin.
but today, you two walk into a necklace store and look around. the glass showing the pretty necklaces and chokers underneath, he asks for you to take a look around while he chooses something out for you, and later.. satoru asks you to get beside him, taking a look at what seemed to be a choker.
his eyes glimmer at the golden circlet that would soon wrap around your neck, the woman behind the glass counter asking if he would like to have anything engraved on to it, satoru nods before whispering something to the worker, who seemed to be amused by the request, like it was something weird.
a little while after, gojo is handed the choker, in a little box that had a bow on the top cover, he took the cover off and showed the choker to you. and engraved on to the choker was “satoru's” gojo gave you a smirk as he teased you, saying that it would fit you so well.. and that nobody else can wear it because it's just for you, his princess.
he couldn't blame himself for what he did after a little more shopping in a clothing store within ginza. satoru pressed up against your back as you skimmed through the clothing options that were hanging on racks, his breathing heavy and ragged, growling “let's go to the changing room, shall we?”
and as soon as he closes the changing room's door, he clasps the choker around your neck. caressing his slim fingers around it before his digits eventually slid down onto your waist, gripping it tight. a stern order for you turn around and do what you do best, “bend over, then i'll choke you using that pretty gold choker of yours, fits you so well huh? you gonna wear it everywhere? yeah?”
this could classify as public indecency but gojo was too fidgety and handsy to keep his hands to himself, slipping your panties down one leg before he sheathed himself inside you, bottoming out almost instantly and making your eyes roll back. and satoru saw it all, the mirror in front of you showing your ashamed “whorish” as satoru called, face.
two of his fingers were slipped in the choker, tugging it back. choking you almost as he pounded into you, but a skillfull hand was shoved inside your mouth, making you instinctively suck and lick on your boyfriend's fingers. “yeah? fuck, look at you.. sucking on my fingers like a whore, are ya? are you a whore?” satoru mocked with a shaky breath.
“you're my whore, and you're gonna take it all.. inside this lil changing room. fuck, gonna kill—me, with that pussy of yours.. yeah?” he whispered, “keep that mouth of yours busy, i don't want anyone to hear your moans but me.” gojo had freed his other hand from your choker and wrapped his arm around your torso, looking at your fucked out expression through the mirror.
“look at you.. taking me so so well, fuck—so good, princess. this is why i spoil ya, right?” satoru growls, his pace growing faster but more messy, “gonna cum inside you.. and i'm gonna fucking plug it in, good girl.. gonna keep it nice and warm inside f'me.” you nodded dazedly, and gojo nodded back, “y'like that? i know you do, you whore.”
satoru shuddered and gasped, your gummy walls tightening around him as you came. his hand inside your mouth shook, and his dick twitched inside you as he finally came, pouring a thick load inside you. he had his hand placed on your cunt as he pulled out, plugging your shared cum back in before instructing you to put your panties back on.
you two walk out and satoru pats your ass softly, “let's get you that outfit you want mkay?” a soft smile graces him before he leans in, “you're gonna repay me at home later.” his hand is placed on your shoulder as you take a few handpicked clothes to the counter, hoping nobody would notice the sticky leak seeping down your leg.
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Online Matchup 8
Summery: It’s Halloween and y/n’s hosting a party that she doesn’t even want. But not to fear, Jason’s there with an escape plan.
Warning: mistakes, alcohol, tipsy!reader, tired Jason, Ellie’s done with her siblings bullshit.
A/N: So sorry for the wait. I got overwhelmed with how many wips I have and stopped writing for a bit, and it doesn’t help that I don’t have internet. So, that’s fun. Hope you enjoy though! Chapter nine should be on its way soon.
Feedback is welcomed!
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October 31
Ellie (7:30 am)
YOU WENT TO A GALA
WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND
AND DIDN’T TELL ME
Y/N
Not my boyfriend
Shouldn’t you be in school?
Ellie
Not yet anyways
Don’t worry about it
So?
Y/N
It was two days ago, Ellie
It was a last minute decision
Didn’t really have time to tell you anything
Ellie
Could have told me after
Or yesterday
But no, I find out from Conner who found out from Clark
Y/N
Who?
Ellie
Clark Kent
Conner’s uncle
Also Bruce Wayne’s best friend but I have doubts
Y/N
How? You’ve never met Bruce
Ellie
True, but the stories Conner told me about
Anyways, we’re not talking about that
We’re talking about you and going out with Jason
Looking all fancy and rubbing elbows with the rich
Y/N
Ew
Did you have to word it like that?
Ellie
Did you meet his family?
Y/N
Ellie
YOU DID
Tell me, are they as intimidating as Conner makes them out to be?
Y/N
They’re all dorks and you would fit right in
Trust me
They’re very curious and protective of Jason
But they’re good people
I like them
Ellie
Don’t let Jason hear you say that
Or he might think you’ll leave him
Y/N
Ellie, what the fuck
Ellie
That wasn’t me I swear
Y/N
Fuck off conner
If you want to talk to me use your own phone
Ellie
This is the type of relationship you two have, isn't it?
Y/N
You’ll have no peace, sorry
Ellie
Damn
So, how'd it go?
Y/N
Fine
His brothers hounded me with questions
Bruce made a speech about jason
And then we left to get some burgers
Ellie
You’re the worst at telling stories
Y/N
I don’t know what you want me to say
Ellie
You’re feelings about how in love you are with Jason
Y/N
I’m not having this conversation with Conner reading over your shoulder
Ellie
Boo you’re no fun
Y/N
Suck it Ellie
Jason (1:39 pm)
How’s it going today?
Y/N
I am not the biggest fan of Halloween
I’ve had three different people scare me today on campus
Tripped over some decorations
And my friend is bugging me for a key so she can decorate my apartment once her last class is finished
I don’t know why she needs my key, she has her own
Jason
Yikes
Y/N
Yikes doesn’t even cover half of it
I’m half tempted to hide in the library and not go to the party
Jason
But it’s your apartment
Y/n
That’s the worst thing!
I shouldn’t have agreed to throwing it there
I want sleep
Jason
I don’t think I’ve seen you sleep at a normal time
Y/N
You’re one to talk
You’re up at the oddest hours
I’m not surprised anymore when you text me at like 2 in the morning
Jason
Fair
You can always come sleep with me when you’ve had enough
Y/n
Sir, I’m not that kind of person
Jason
That is not what I meant
You know that
Y/n
Do I though?
Jason
Y/n I swear to god
Y/n
They’re your words, Jason
Do better
Jason
Sometimes, I hate
Y/n
No you don’t
Jason
No I don’t
What I mean is, you can always stay the night at my place.
To sleep, can even have the couch since that’s were you sleep most of the time
Y/n
I want to be offended
But your right
Jason
Aren’t I always?
Y/n
No
With the party in full swing, and friends practically drunk, you hadn’t had the chance to look at your phone.
Now hiding in your room a few hours later, you grabbed it and went through your notifications. Nothing too important until you said Jason’s text asking to call you. But it was sent at five, and you were pretty sure he meant then instead of now.
But curiosity got the better of you, and you called.
“Hey Jason,” Barbara’s voice cut through the line, distracting Jason a little. He grunted in reply, and retreated behind the dumpster. “Someone named Y/N is calling. What do you want me to do?”
“Put it through,” Jason answered, looking around the dumpster to see how many were left. Three were left, shouldn’t be a problem.
“Are you sure?”
“It’ll be fine,” he said and Barbara hummed before connecting the call. “Hey Little Bird. What’s up?”
“I don’t know, you were the one who wanted me to call you,” you answered. Jason furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t think so,” he said, moving to shoot the one standing up. He winced at the sound and hoped you didn’t hear it.
“Mm, pretty sure you did,” you said, and he heard movement from your end. As if you moved the one on away from your face. “Yeah, seven-forty you said call me.”
“That was four hours ago,” he reminded, and smiled when you laughed.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy with a party and all,” you said and he can picture you shrugging. “This a bad time?”
He took a moment to answer as he ducked down when the other two started shooting. “Uh, don’t know.”
“Is that…is someone shooting at you?” you asked and he grimaced at the question. So much for keeping you out of this. “Jason, are you okay?”
“No, there’s no shooting. And I’m fine,” he grunted out, letting out a noise when he felt something hit his shoulder. When did he move? He faintly heard you saying something, but wasn’t quite sure. Ducking behind something else, he took a deep breath before saying, “you don’t do parties.”
“No, I don’t,” you agreed, “but, as I said, my friend is hosting the Halloween party at my place tonight.”
“It’s Halloween?” he found himself asking.
“It is. Jason, are you sure you're okay?” you asked, concern dripping in your voice.
“Peachy,” he said, staying down as the other two started shooting him. Where was the backup when you needed it? “So, how’s the party anyways? Sounds like you're having fun.”
He heard you sniff and could picture you sticking your nose in the air. “I am not having fun,” you said dryly.
“You sure? You sound drunk,” he said and laughed when you squawked.
“I don't get drunk.” Jason hummed and let the silence stretch out before you begrudgingly added, “okay. Maybe maybe I’m a little drunk.”
“Thought so,” he said, “just go to bed.”
“I can’t,” you grumble, and Jason can picture you looking at your bed longingly.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Jason, there’s a full blown party out there and I can’t sleep knowing people are trying to get in my room for a hookup.”
“Tell me you locked the doors.”
“I’m not an idiot, Jason. But that doesn’t stop them from trying to get in. Four tries since I called, and each time I tell them that the room is busy.”
“That’s not so bad.”
“Okay yeah, but I want to sleep. I’m tired.”
“If you give me twenty minutes I’ll come by to pick you up.”
“Mm, tempting. But I’m also tempted to sneak out and go to the cafe where we first met.”
“You’re not leaving the apartment alone this late at night.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“I sure as hell can try.”
“I don’t see how, given that you’re probably across town.”
“I swear to god.”
You could have sworn you heard someone laughing, but in your drunken state you weren’t sure. “Well, I mean I could make you swear for a different purpose.”
There was a choking noise coming from Jason and you smiled. “Who knew you were a flirty drunk.”
“Not drunk, tipsy,” you reminded, and slowly opened your window, hoping Jason couldn’t hear it.
“Same thing in my books,” he said. You swore when the window creaked and stilled. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you said a little too quickly.
“That sounded like a window opening,” Jason claimed, “please tell me you aren’t escaping through the window.”
“How do you know what a window opening sounds like?”
“Really? That’s your takeaway from this?”
“I mean, it’s not everyday you learn that someone knows what a window sounds like when someone opens it.”
“Did you open the window?” Jason asked, and you stayed quiet but it was an answer all the same. “Why?”
“Well I mean, there’s a fire escape like right there,” you defended, holding your phone between your cheek and shoulder. With both hands, you pushed open the window. “Ha!”
“Y/N,” Jason sighed out and you could picture him pinching his nose. Kind of like a dad when he sees his child do something stupid and questioning why they are like this. You wonder if that’s what he’s thinking about you, but you don’t care too much about that right now. “If you're going to do something like this, then keep me on the phone.”
“But won’t I disturb your family movie night?” you ask as you giggle the window screen off and slide it into your room. Once placed on the ground, you grab your keys and wallet before climbing through the window.
“I’m not watching a movie,” Jason said, confused.
“But I heard gunshots,” you reminded him, “it sounded like some western film.”
“Oh,” he said like he had forgotten. You paused on the steps, and looked up in concern when he didn’t say anything else.
“So you were getting shot at,” you questioned. Jason made a noise and you continued down the fire escape.
“No, no one was shooting at me,” Jason said, “brothers were playing a game, guess it was too loud.” You hummed as you concentrated on walking down the steps. “So, did you escape?”
“Do you want me to answer that truthfully?”
“You are, aren’t you?” Jason asked, sighing deeply.
“It’s a lot sturdier than you’d expect.”
“You say that like you’ve done this multiple times.”
“I like to sit outside sometimes,” you defended, “and sometimes I am too tired to go to the roof.”
“Why not just open a window?”
“Not the same,” you replied and kept going down the stairs.
“There’s no stopping you, huh?” Jason voiced and you kept quiet. “Just keep me on the phone while you're out at least.”
“I can do that…as long as my phone doesn’t die.”
“Do you ever charge your phone?”
“…yes.”
“I don’t believe you,” Jason teased, and you stuck out your tongue even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll meet you at the cafe as soon as I can.”
“Might want to hurry, I think I’m going to sleep there if they let me.”
“I have no doubt,” Jason said, laughing.
“Your confidence in me is astounding.”
Your phone ended up dying halfway to the cafe, and Jason wasn’t going to let you live it down. No matter, you were almost there Jason was sure of it.
Quickly tying up the thugs he’s been dealing with while on the phone with you, Jason sent a message to Barbara before leaving.
“What? Done already?” Her basics filtered through the earpiece, surprised. “You’re never done this early. Got a date or something?”
“Or something,” he answered, starting his bike.
“Oh, come Jason!” Barbara exclaimed, “everyone else practically met them. It’s only fair that I know more. I did help you with your dating profile,” she reminded him.
Jason groaned and hung his head in defeat. “Fine! Fine,” he sighed out, ignoring the cheering in his ear. “Yes, I’m going to meet up with them after I’ve changed.”
“But I thought you were going to be out all night,” she said, “given that Y/n’s busy too.”
“Yeah, well. Plans change.”
“Are they okay?”
“Just a little tipsy and isn’t much for party’s. They just left for a cafe near town. Even though they didn’t listen when I told them not to and to wait for me. They insisted they go. So I told them I’d meet them there. Happy?”
“Extremely,” she sang, “and I’ll be even more happy when I get to meet them.”
“I will bring it up. Promise.”
“So, what was it? The motorcycle picture or the puppy that did it for the ?” Barbara teased, and Jason rolled his eyes.
“No idea, but feel free to ask when you two finally meet.”
“I have every intention to and share some stories of my own,” Barbara said and laughed as Jason groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Have fun,” she sang before signing off. Jason shook his head, and rode off back to his apartment.
A short while later, after he dropped by his apartment, he made his way to the cafe.
Parking his bike near the entrance of the building, he got off and looked through the window to see if he could spot you. He didn’t, and frowned hoping you made it safe.
Taking his helmet off, he made his way inside.
“Was wondering when you’d show up,” one of the barista’s called when he walked in.
“Traffic,” he explained, looking around. “Is Y/N here?”
He heard a sigh, and a thump from behind the counter. He turned his head to see a barista when her head was on the counter. “You okay?”
“Don’t mind her,” her coworker answered, waving his hand. “She’s just had to sit and listen to Y/N complain about school and how you were taking so long.”
“Right,” he hummed and looked towards the talk he was directed at. And there you were, head down using your arms as a pillow.
“She’s so tired it’s unreal,” May, after a quick look at her nag tag, groaned. “I can’t wait for Christmas break. That way, they can take a fucking break and sleep he break away. Between school and working, it feels like they don’t sleep.”
Jason hummed and made his way towards your table. “Hey,” he whispered once he reached you and gently placed a hand on your head. You stirred, barely lifted your head up. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“But there’s still a party there,” you groaned out, nuzzling further into your arms. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Okay. Counter offer, come to my place. Sleep there, it looks like you need it.”
That had gotten your attention as you lifted your head to glare at him. “Sir, you know just what to say to sweep a girl off their feet.”
Jason laughed and helped you up. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you get some sleep. Promise.”
“Mm,” you hummed, clutching his hand as you followed him outside, waving at the two friends as you passed by. “Bike?”
“What else?”
“It’s cold out,” you pointed out, sticking your tongue out as he set the helmet onto your head.
“Yeah, it keeps you awake though.”
“But it’s cold.”
“Why didn’t you bring your jacket?”
“It was not in the room when I made my escape,” you said, watching as he climbed onto the bike. You followed once he sat, and snaked your arms around his waist, settling your chin on his shoulder.
“You make it sound like you were held against your will,” he said, chuckling when you made a noise, stating that you practically were. “Alright, hold on tight.” That was your last warning, before he started the bike and took off.
You watched the city lights as Jason drove, in awe. You found, since moving to Gotham, that Gotham nights were much more pretty and peaceful then Metropolis. Granted, It wasn’t really safe with all the fighting and toxic gas’s being dispelled by the villain of the week. But it had its charm you fell in love with.
You shivered slightly as the cold air blew past you and felt Jason pick up the speed a little. You couldn’t help but smile at the tiny gesture. He was right though, the cold air does keep you awake.
Watching the lights whiz by, letting your mind wonder. Mat wasn’t kidding when she said you don’t sleep. Between classes, work and your personal projects, you’ve kind of neglected sleep in order to focus on everything else.
Sure, you get a couple hours of sleep, and naps. But it isn’t enough and it’s starting to take its toll on you. Sighing deeply, you tightened your grip and closed your eyes. Christmas break couldn’t come sooner.
You felt the bike slow, causing you to open your eyes. You waited until he parked and shut it off before climbing off. “That was thrilling,” you mumble out through a yawn.
“Would you like another ride?” Jason asked, helping you take off the helmet.
“Definitely,” you answered with a nod, “though maybe when it’s warmer and I’m not prone to fall off your bike due to sleep deprivation.”
Jason laughed, and tugged you into the building. “That’s fair. Now, let’s get you something to drink and eat before getting you to bed.”
“Sounds nice,” you said sleepily. “Is your couch comfy? I feel like it might not be.”
“Now that’s just mean,” he said, stopping short in front of his door. You nearly bumped into him and groaned out his name. “Sorry, but you might need to stay out here for a bit.”
“Did you leave your dirty laundry out or something?” you asked, rubbing your nose. You stepped back all the same instead of pushing it.
“Something like that,” he answered and you watched him unlock the door and stepped in. He closed it quickly, not giving you a chance to look inside. You shrugged and looked around the dimly lit hallway before turning to lean your back on the wall beside the door.
You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall with a small thump. It was strange, being at Jason’s apartment for the first time. And to sleep instead of being awake and hanging out. But you were giddy all the same.
Yes, you trusted Jason not to do anything with you. And you liked him enough to be okay with sleeping over at his place. It’s not the first time you’ve slept in the same place. And just remembering how warm you felt with Jason’s arms around you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“Alright, it’s safe to come in,” Jason’s sudden voice beside you made you jump slightly. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were sleeping.”
“Not sleeping,” you said, pushing him back in as you walked through the door. “Just resting my eyes.”
Jason hummed and put his hands on your shoulder and steered you into the kitchen. He gently made you sit, before setting a cup of water and a plate of toast in front of you. “Slowly. The. You can have a shower and change out of…whatever costume you have on.”
“You’re an angel.”
“Some would say I’m not.”
“Then they can fight me,” you said, taking a bite out. “And how dare you. Not recognizing the greatest hero of all.”
Jason looked you over slowly, and you tried not to flush. “Yeah, I'm still not getting it.”
“Wonder Women,” you said through another bite of toast. “Sure, it’s not the greatest costume. But it’s the thought that counts.”
“Would you like a change of clothes? I doubt it would be comfy to sleep in.”
“If you don’t mind,” you said with a smile. “I would appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he said, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room. You flushed slightly and finished the rest of your food. It felt all so normal, like you did this everyday. And that thought made you giddy.
“Okay, the sweatpants might be a little big and so is the shirt. But they should be fine.”
“Thanks Jason. That means a lot,” you said, getting up to hug him. He returned it with a smile and shooed you into the bathroom.
Once showered and dressed, you walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. “Jason?”
“In here,” he called and you followed the voice until you reached the bedroom. “This is your room for the night.”
“I thought I was taking the couch,” you question, leaning against the doorframe, watching as he was getting it ready.
Jason snorted and gave you a look. “Please, I would never do that to you. Besides, it’s not as comfortable as the bed.”
“So you’re going to take the couch?” Jason nodded, and you bit your lip in thought. And before you could change your mind, you bit out, “or, now hear me out. We could share the bed. It’s not like it’s happened before.” You're blaming the alcohol for it, and you can't regret it.
Jason looked up at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I’m sure. We’re just sleeping right? The worst that can happen is cuddling in the middle of the night.”
“Okay,” he laughed and with that, the two of you climbed into bed. You were more tired than you thought, you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow.
For Jason, it took a lot longer for sleep to reach him. He turned over, and looked at you for a moment before slipping his arm underneath you. With his other, he wrapped it around your waist and pulled you closer. And only then he could fall asleep, but not with the thought of how dangerous this could be.
But he found that he didn’t care.
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feelbokkie · 26 days
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Emergency Bokkie's Room #2
(Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again)
I want to start off by saying that I'm not mad. At least not right now. I was at first, but I'm just tired at this point and something should be said.
You might have noticed that I haven't been as active content writing wise lately and that I've stopped tagging my mutuals in the hashtag section of my posts and there are reasons for that.
fair warning, there will be swearing below
there will also probably be spelling and grammar mistakes bc I don't care
I am getting tired. I'm not burnt out. God, I wish I was because i have so many ideas running through my head at all times that it's exhausting.
I'm straight up, no longer having a good time on this account and that's because of somethings that have been happening behind the scenes. I wasn't going to talk about it but at the end of the day, I should address them, even if it's only once.
In no particular order:
First, if you're going to harass my mutuals. Don't. I stopped tagging my mutuals via hashtags, I deleted my mutuals list, and I am painstakingly going through the old hashtags and deleting them. They're my friendships. Who I interact with, how I interact with them, and when I interact with them is between me and that individual.
If you want to be friends with me, talk to me. Ask anyone, I'm pretty pleasant to talk to when I'm not going through it.
But also, remember that I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me. If you're concerned about who I surround myself with, take that up with me directly, or trust that can handle things on my own. Because, at the end of the day, I can. If you're mad that I'm friends with them and not you, maybe try having a conversation with me first before you go attacking people. Just a a help suggestion.
Second,
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i know i'm annoying at times. i'm the youngest child, it's in my blood. if you are getting annoyed by my rambles, simply just block them. I tag all my rumbles and I even made a helpful guide on how to do so right here and i even have a list of commonly used tags that i have on this account too that you can also block
Finally, I shouldn't have to say this because it should be very obvious but shit like this is never okay:
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First of all, if you're going to be blatantly racist to anyone, unkindly get the fuck off my page. My fics are not for you. I don't have the time or patience to deal with you or your ignorant ass. If I see you being disrespectful towards anyone in my asks, comments, etc. it's an automatic block on all my accounts, I don't give a single fuck.
Secondly, I'm delusional, yes, but I'm also just having fun. I'm not actually trying to date anyone in skz or any other idol for that matter. It's called a joke, I don't know if anyone's explained the concept to you, but it's not to be taken seriously. Just like my page isn't. Me joking about me dating Seungmin and how "that man owns me atp" isn't serious and it wasn't serious enough for you to call me the n-word with the hard -er. Which, congratulations btw, you are the second person ever to call me that to my face (the first being my dad and he is the devil reincarnate so, what does that make you?).
I shouldn't have to sit here and lecture anyone on basic human decency and common sense but here we are. We are very rapidly approaching a future where I'm just not on tumblr at all anymore which sucks for a multitude of reasons and I'm just trying to have fun like everyone else.
Okay, that's all. For those of you who read through the end and didn't need to be scolded, sorry about that. Please take this big hug as an apology
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imdamagecontrol · 8 months
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july 22 - kitchen. 560 words. @jegulus-microfic. nsfw.
When Regulus agreed to do naked body shots in the comfort of their kitchen on a quiet Friday night, he didn’t expect it to end with James’ face between his thighs. But as most things with James—it never goes quite the way Regulus expects.
“James, I—” Regulus’ voice breaks at the silky smooth slide of James’ tongue through his folds to his clit, where James circles in tight, controlled motions. He keeps at this until Regulus’ hips buck off the kitchen counter to meet James’ face.
It’s at this point that James stops.
“You’re such a fucking—”
James drops an open-mouthed kiss to the apex of Regulus’ thighs, flicks his tongue against his clit once, then pulls away. “Shh, baby. Don’t wake the neighbors again.”
“Again?” Regulus hisses. “That wasn’t me.”
“Whose hands were on the headboard?”
“Oh, you—Fuck.” Regulus drops his head back against the marble with a pained whine when James runs two fingers through the wetness pooling between his legs.
He uses those same wretched fingers to spread Regulus open. Leans in and dips his tongue in Regulus’ entrance, tasting. “You’re so fucking delicious. Could do this all night.”
This is how it’s been for twenty minutes—James licks a line down Regulus’ chest, sips the shot from his bellybutton, and rather than go for the lime, continues licking a joyride from Regulus’ bellybutton down to his pussy.
James has only managed two shots in the last twenty minutes, and spends most of his time with Regulus’ legs hooked over his shoulder.
But he pulls away, sets up a third body shot, and leans down to press his lips to Regulus’ in a sloppy sideways kiss. He tastes like tequila and cum, and Regulus is loath to admit he finds the mixture addictive.
“Can you let me come this time?” Regulus snaps, glaring. “I want to fuck you before we watch the movie.”
“Romantic.”
“I’m just saying. Or I can sit on your dick while we watch. It’s up to you.”
James arches a brow. “That’s new.”
“So are naked body shots in our kitchen.”
“Fair point. Speaking of.” James darts down to lick the line of salt to Regulus’ belly button. Fire trails after his tongue, setting Regulus aflame, and it doesn’t stop even after James finishes lapping up the tequila.
He moans when James’ lips close around his clit again, his tongue relentless but perfect. After eight years, James knows what Regulus wants. What brings him to the edge. He licks and sucks, a man starved, and hums into Regulus’ folds when he gets a particularly good taste.
Regulus knows James better than anyone, better than himself sometimes. He knows what makes James tick, what sounds he likes best. So when Regulus shatters, he fists his fingers in James’ hair and rides his face through it, moaning wanton and far too loud for their small flat.
But it gets the response he wants—James yanks his hips, pulls him right to the edge and loops an arm around his waist. Regulus is off the counter in a heartbeat, the head of James’ cock pushing at his entrance as they walk to the living room.
“Baby, you’ll be the death of me. I swear it,” James mutters. He collapses back on the couch, taking Regulus with him. “Now sit the fuck down while I get the movie started.”
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beechersnope · 9 months
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Summer of Cum Days 7/8/9: come swallowing, multiple orgasms, premature ejaculation
daniel/max with a surprise bonus kink, 1118 words
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“You shouldn’t tease so much in front of Checo,” Max tells him.
Daniel is lying back against the leather couch with Max in between his knees. The leather sticking to his bare skin along the small of his back, where he’s sweatiest. He doesn’t dare suggest they go anywhere else. He’s already waited long enough.
“Maybe I should tease you, keep you on the edge for hours until I let you fuck me.”
“Max,” Daniel groans, almost a perfect mimicry of the stupid, little moan Max had let out during the sim challenge.
“You like that?” Max asks, sounding far too gleeful about it. “You know, Charles swears by not coming until right after the race, says it helps him perform at his highest level. Maybe I shouldn’t let you come until after the tire test.”
“Now you’re just being mean,” Daniel says through a loud exhale.
Max hums a little and scoots in closer. “You’re hard, though,” he points out.
“I’ve been hard since we left.” It’s not a lie; Daniel had been fighting an erection most of the day, no thanks to Max.
Usually, the presence of Checo or Christian or some other random Red Bull employee was enough of a deterrent, but today Max had been firing on all cylinders, apparently determined to get Daniel so riled up he could barely see straight, even though there was nothing either of them could do about it for hours.
And now that they could do something about it, Max seemed keen on playing games.
“You’re lucky I like you so much,” Daniel tells him.
“You love me,” Max remarks with a delighted smile.
Daniel doesn’t bother to respond. He doesn’t need to.
“What do you want?” Max asks as he finally pulls Daniel’s cock out from his briefs, breathing hotly against the tip like a promise.
He knows what Daniel wants already, but Daniel tells him anyway. “Your mouth,” Daniel says. He already feels like he’s about to come out of his skin, his heart thrumming rapidly in his chest, beating so hard he can feel it in the tips of his fingers, his toes—his dick.
“Yeah? Are you gonna ask real nicely?”
Daniel opens his mouth to do just that when Max slides his hand up the shaft of Daniel’s cock, and without warning, digs the pad of his precum-slick thumb directly into Daniel’s slit.
Daniel comes before he even realizes what’s happening, thick, white globs of semen oozing from the tip of his dick around Max’s thumb. There’s a pressure he’s never felt before, something achy and overwhelming within his balls. He doesn’t even have the words to describe what he can feel happening to him.
Daniel lets out a short barking scream when Max removes his thumb only to duck down and quickly swallow the head of Daniel’s dick in his mouth. Somehow, Daniel’s orgasm still hasn’t stopped, and he throws his head back against the couch as he reaches down to twist his fingers into Max’s hair, just holding his head there at the end of his cock as Max literally sucks him dry.
“That was quick,” Max says with a wry pout after pulling off. “I didn’t even get to have any fun.”
Daniel is too fucked-out to muster up the embarrassment he should be feeling. He just nods, head flopping limply against the couch cushion. He thinks he could probably fall asleep right there, without moving a muscle, and stay passed out for the next ten hours at least, but that wouldn’t be fair to Max.
Max is clearly in agreement. He doesn’t even give Daniel thirty seconds—let alone the full half-hour plus that he really needs before he can even think about fucking Max stupid like he wants to—before reaching down and starting to stroke Daniel’s slowly deflating cock back to life.
“It hurts,” Daniel tells him, but he doesn’t recoil from the touch.
Max quirks an eyebrow, a silent question. Daniel lets him keep going.
Daniel’s already well past the point of enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm, the slightly too-much feeling of pleasure that he enjoys right after coming inside someone without a condom, the little shocks of oversensitivity that he can feel along his shaft and at the base of his spine.
This—Max coaxing the blood back down into his erection only seconds after coming so hard he’d nearly blacked out—doesn’t feel good at all, but Daniel grits his teeth and pushes through it, breathing in deeply and exhaling through his nose until he starts to feel his cock throbbing with a raw, achy sort of pleasure, the kind that he’s only ever experienced the one time he’d let an ex-girlfriend use her Hitachi wand on the underside of his dick.
This isn’t like that, though. Daniel isn’t worried about turning Max off with the hoarse sounds that rip themselves free of his throat when Max switches hands, holding Daniel’s cock with his left so he can rub against the tip with the index finger of his right.
Daniel forces himself to watch through half-open eyes as Max presses in hard with his finger against Daniel’s slit, where he’s already sore and sensitive. He wonders where Max even got the idea to do it, if he’d learned it from porn or heard it whispered about in the paddock—whether Max had ever tried it on himself, first.
“Keep going?” Max asks, glancing up at Daniel while continuing to work the tip of his finger into the tiny divot in Daniel’s cock.
For a brief second, Daniel misunderstands. A vision of Max stretching him open like that enters his mind, a slim finger working its way down the shaft of his cock, fucking him. And then Daniel’s coming again, before he can get out a single word in answer, before he can even consider the virtual impossibility of the image his mind has conjured, before he can even really think about how fucked up it is that he wants Max that badly, that he would let Max do anything to him—even hurt him.
Somehow the second orgasm lasts even longer than the first. Daniel can hardly breathe through it, the sensation in his chest only comparable to the G-force under braking that forces him to hold his breath until he completes the turn. When Daniel finally comes back to himself, he isn’t even really sure where he is anymore.
Max is still kneeling at his feet, his mouth open wide, lips shiny with come. He looks awed, reverential, almost religious as he stares down at the violet flush of Daniel’s spent cock in his hand. “Can you do it again?” he asks.
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osleeplessflowero · 11 months
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Stress Relief: A Fell!Sans & Reader Oneshot
// content warning for smoking, swearing, and violence
The air isn't too warm or too cold. The sun shines brightly in the sky above, patiently waiting for sunset to arrive so it can rest.
You sit on the back of Fell's motorcycle, your arms around him to make sure you don't fall as he drives through the streets.
"ya alright back there?" "Yeah, I'm good." "awful quiet." "Just don't really feel like talking, 's all." "i gotcha. well, you won't need to do much talkin' where we're goin' anyway." "Where are we going, exactly?" "well, i know you've been goin' through a lotta stress recently, and i tend to go here when i wanna blow off some steam, so i figured i'd bring you here for a change."
You raise your brow curiously at that, as he parks in front of what appears to be a junkyard.
"A junkyard, huh?" "yup. best place to break a bunch of shit without worryin' about the consequences. it's also a pretty good place to look for parts." "Fair enough."
You slide off the motorcycle, and after Fell makes sure it's in a good spot, he gets off of it as well.
You look around as you walk, Fell shortcutting up next to you since he didn't want to be left behind.
"if you wanna let out some of your frustrations, i'm sure you can find somethin' around here to break shit with." "Noted-" You look around out of curiosity before finding a conveniently placed bat, looking for something to break.
You spot some cans that were left behind, knocking them around, before turning to an incredibly damaged car. Fell leans on another car, against the hood, deciding to have a small smoke break. A bit of red smoke floats through the air off of his cig.
You take a deep breath, thinking of what's been bothering you recently, and how it affects you. Raising the bat, you begin hitting the car. The angrier you get, the harder your hits are. You just keep swinging, imagining the car as a manifestation of what's been causing you pain.
"fuck that car up! keep swingin'!"
You smile a little, amused by his cheering, before returning to anger, hitting the car again, then moving to some other breakable objects. You can understand why Fell does this type of stuff, it's quite helpful in a way. You proceed hitting what you can as hard as you can, even screaming a bit as you do so. Fell supporting you through it all.
"feel a little better?" "Yeah..it helped me a bit. You come here often? That car was pretty banged up even before I started hitting it." "yeah, it's a place i know i can be alone." He drops his cig on the ground, stomping on it. "'s pretty good for ventin' without anybody bein' around to hear, y'know?" "I gotcha." You walk over to him, and he gestures for you to follow him. You walk with him over to a small empty storage building, climbing up a ladder and sitting on top of it, dangling your legs off the side with Fell sitting beside you as the sun sets.
It's quiet for a bit, with the exception of music playing from a radio that was left behind in the background.
"i may not be good with all the emotions shit, but i know what it's like to have a lotta stress, and a lotta weight on your shoulders." "Yeah..shit sucks." You laugh a little, your voice still a bit shaky from earlier. "i definitely know that." He smiles sadly, and you move a bit closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. You both stare at the sky as the orange, purple, and blue shades mix together like a painting as the sun continues to set.
"if ya need to come back here again, let me know, i'll come with ya." "Alright. I might need to.."
He moves his skull a bit, resting his head on yours as well as putting his hand over your own which was resting beside him.
"the world's shitty, but at least we don't have to go through it alone." "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."
The sun finally sets, and the moon rises, greeting the both of you with its presence, the stars slowly coming into view too.
"..Thanks for being here." "of course, don't gotta thank me for that. i wanna be here." You simply smile at that response, closing your eyes.
(now available on Ao3, using Red as Fell's nickname:)
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ninadove · 9 months
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Miraculous Masterpost
Because I did not expect to write about this series as much as I did, so now my Random Ramblings Masterpost looks like a never-ending shopping list, and we can’t have that.
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Miraculous’ philosophy of consent: all’s fair in love and plot [S5 E19]
A word on show-don’t-tell (Get it? A word? On show-don’t-tell? I’ll see myself out —) [S5 E18]
London Callin’ (Maybe) (We’re not sure) [S5 E24]
The Shadow Weaver-ification of Gabriel Agreste — Part 1 [S5 E26]
The Shadow Weaver-ification of Gabriel Agreste — Part 2 [S5 E26]
The Shadow Weaver-ification of Gabriel Agreste — Part 3 [S5 E26]
I love the Sentimonster Theory Canon and you can pry out of my cold, dead hands [S5 E26]
Felix Graham de Vanily / Argos 🦚
"Duusu, spread my feathers!" — A queer reading of the Sentimonster theory [S4 E26]
Felix is a little b*tch (affectionate) [S4 E26]
Taking risks in Strikeback (Get it? Risk? Strikeback?) [S4 E26]
On the beef between Felix and Chloé [S5 E18]
Felix’s masterplan was brilliant, actually [S5 E18]
Leave my fucking child alone — Part I: "There’s only one thing worse than Gabriel —" [S5 E18]
Leave my fucking child alone — Part II: A very chill rant about Adrien’s amok [S5 E18]
Reminder that yes, Colt SUCKS, but he’s not the only one [S5 E24]
On cracked rings and broken chains [S5 E24]
Surviving child abuse through humour [S5 E24]
Kagami Tsurugi / Ryuko 🐉
To wear one’s heart on one’s sleeve [S5 E18]
Thinking about Kagami Tsurugi ❤️ [S5 E24]
On Kagami and the cousins’ silly antics [S5 E26]
On Felix’s wish [S5 E26]
Feligami 🦚🐉
On Feligami and the (absence of) masks [S5 E18]
Beware of first impressions [S5 E18]
Transmasc Felix Propaganda [S5 E18]
Feligami Fastburn my beloved [S5 E19]
Feligami Flexes [S5 E19]
It’s the way they hold hands, your honour [S5 E19]
Some Ship Bingo Ramblings [S5 E19]
Incoherent screaming over Kagami’s amok [S5 E19]
The quickest prison break ever [S5 E24]
You come to MY post, you disrespect MY blorbos — [S5 E24]
A word on jealousy [S5 E24]
Finding beauty in the monstruous [S5 E24]
Feligami’s couple cosplays [S5 E24]
A word on monsters [S5 E24]
Feligami Writing Guide [S5 E24]
From queer neurodivergent child abuse survivors to lovers [S5 E24]
Draw me like one of your British boys [S5 E26]
Felix doesn’t get the monopoly of the heart eyes [S5 E26]
On defying the narrative [S5 E24]
*Fireflies from Owl City starts playing* [S5 E26]
Beauty and the Beast AU
Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir 🐈‍⬛
Remember kids: necromancy bad — [S5 E26]
Graham de Family 💍
Flairmidable’s formidable costume [S4 E26]
The Senticousins Agenda — Part I: NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLES!!!!! Felix has cared about Adrien the entire goddamn time [S5 E24]
The Senticousins Agenda — Part II: The Path to Isolation [S5 E24]
The Senticousins Agenda — Part III: L’Enfer est pavé de bonnes intentions [S5 E24]
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multiwreckedmess · 1 year
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Oral Freedom
We will get back to dom! idol in another Ateez post after this (i actually have several as that’s my personal preferred position) but honestly idk that this has any particular dynamics. Sorta maybe??? Either way welcome back to my drabble/imagines/focus series “To All The Dicks I’ve Sucked Before” aka #TATDISB
Pairing: I.N (Jeongin) x reader Genre: Smut, basically PWOP. WC: ~1.1k
As per usual, this does not represent IN/Jeongin, it is a work of fiction. All specific warnings are below the cut. I’ve tried my best to make this as gender neutral as possible but as always i am learning. I’m a cis-woman so i default to this naturally but try my best to leave pronouns at the door.
By clicking the read more you are aware and agree to the above and reading 18+ content.
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TW: Free Use, somnophilia, perv!jeongin who tries to act innocent, mostly build up, implied consent (not detailed is a conversation about boundaries but it’s referenced)
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The red cord wrapped around your wrist was your idea. Small and unassuming, easily written off as a reminder bracelet or small token from a friend. Easily hidden from outsiders not privy to your agreement. 
The agreement was also your suggestion despite Jeongin. He knew he had a higher libido than most and he hated it. It wasn’t fair how even the smallest things would leave his hormones raging and blood rushing to his groin. The way you’d rub your face against the pillow as you woke up, your smell especially if you hadn’t showered yet, once even popping a boner from you stroking the knuckle of his thumb as you held hands. You really didn’t mind it, you just liked being wanted.
Free use.
You’d wear some small signal to him that he could indulge in whatever he pleased (within your rules) during the time when the item was worn. Without asking. That was important. His constant need to jerk off left him anxious to ask for your consent. Of course he’d never ever do anything without talking to you first but what was too frequent or too forceful or too...horny? The questions would swirl around his mind until he’d get so stressed out he’d get hard and have to run off to the bathroom to take care of it anyway. And you’d noticed this. It was difficult to hide the fact that you noticed it. Trying to cover his frequent dashes into other rooms with jokes about how he should go to a proctologist to get looked at or an allergist to get tested. No matter how many times you assured him that you found him sexy, handsome, attractive and that you wanted him to fuck you, it didn’t seem to sway his nerves.
You’d seen it mentioned a few times and it seemed like the answer to your prayers. No more asking, just a quiet reassurance that your body was fair game to his fantasies. It would be a relief to both of you. 
It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon that you’d spent lazing around in your pjs, an oversized shirt and microshorts, hair pulled back away from your face. Jeongin sat on the opposite en of the couch, attempting to play a new video game release. Instead he found himself watching you. Squirm, thighs rubbing and tensing together with a small whine with your face buried into the pillow. “Sounds like fun,” he thought, smiling to himself. It also didn’t escape his dick, twitching slightly in his PJ pants. He tried to refocus on his Switch, maybe it would be a funny story to tell you later. The balls of your feet pressed into his thigh as you turned yourself, distracting him again, rolling onto your belly with one knee propped up near your hip. Shorts falling open he could just see the growing wetness pooling at your crotch.
Jeongin gulped, adam's apple bobbing forcefully. Cock twitching again against his thigh, tent obvious in his pants, he tries to balance the handheld in one hand, propping the opposite side against his knee while his free hand palmed the leaking head of his erection. He swears to himself that he can get through it without jerking off. He really doesn’t want to have to make a dash to the bathroom. If you just settle down really the boner will eventually go away if he can just focus-
Jeongin thinks someone be it god or fate, must be playing a cruel joke on him. Flipping yourself onto your back with a loud moan your hand comes up to your chest, fingers splaying over a hardened nipple just poking through your soft cotton shirt. Transfixed on your fingertips his cock gives him another forceful pulse.
And that’s when he sees the little red strand tied to your wrist, pushed up your forearm in the violence of your tossing and turning but there nonetheless. 
He shudders. Your lips look beautiful in the early afternoon light. When had you even thought to put that little signal on? His game lays discarded on the ground next to the couch as his fingers dip below his elastic waistband to fist his aching member. Throbbing with his heartbeat he can’t believe how hard he is already. Don’t waste this opportunity, this moment that the start aligned, he chides himself.
Carefully he slides off the couch and pads up towards where your torso lays, barely able to control his excited breaths. His entire body tremors pulling his pants down just enough, cock jutting outwards from his pelvis, hovering over your sleeping form. Jeongin bites his lower lip, nearly tormenting himself watching the tip float so close yet so far from your loosened jaw. One hand stroking himself he grazes the thumb of his free hand gently over your lower lip, seeing how wide he can coax you. He slides his digit in easily, your entire body pliant to his touch, mouth wet and warm and waiting to be filled. Squeezing the base of his cock he prays he doesn’t cum right then.
Placing a hand on the back of the couch to stabilize he holds his breath as he places his length just barely grazing your plump lips, a groan catching in his throat.
You moan and wiggle, mouth briefly closing into a small kiss before hinging back open. Jeogin sharply pulls away in shock, heart beating wildly in his chest, ready to bolt as though he’d done something wrong.
Of course he’d done nothing wrong, you were wearing your signal. It was fine for him to do this. It was fine for him to take advantage of your soft sleeping body. You wanted him to take advantage of your vulnerable state. Little did he know the pain of unfulfilled orgasms you were experiencing, unable to escape your erotic dreams.
Composing himself he resumed his position, slowly sliding the underside of his shaft against your lips, teasing himself. Angry red turning nearly purple with engorgement his brain finally shuts off, giving over to his animal needs. Granting himself permission to fully enjoy the gift you wore on your wrist. Lining himself up with your mouth he coaxes the head in just enough to fuck himself against the inside of your cheek. Moaning, watching your cheek bulge out and suck in as he thrusts, he doesn’t care anymore that you stir under him, eyes hazy with sleep. He chases his high with wild abandon.
“Just be a good slut and take it, okay? Take it for me.” 
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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year
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Liability Part 2
Pairing: College Student!Rafe Cameron x Cousenlor!Reader
Summary: After a month and a half of meeting, tensions rise. But not in the way that either of them expected.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, flirty talking.
Word Count: 5.6k (I'm so sorry lol)
A/n: Hi guys! Sorry this took so long to come out, I've been going through it recently. I will be posting a new part to this series once a week from now on to pace myself :) Also this one is so long.
Part 1
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“Is there anything you want to talk about today?” Rafe’s eyes flicker from the drops of rain on the window to me, head shaking simply as I tuck my legs underneath me. He seems particularly tense today, because of anger or disappointment, who's to say. But I can’t help but feel his sour mood right in my sternum, my whole body aching uncomfortably at the sight of his own discomfort. “I’m going to give you options- I learned about this in child psychology-”
“Oh fuck off.”
“-and I thought it would help.” He cracks a small smile at my attempt to make him laugh and for extra help, I reach over to flick the lava lamp on, knowing how much the nostalgic decoration has helped comfort him in the last month and a half of our meetings. Other than the incessant flirting. “I’m going to give you some options- things that I’m interested in talking about- and then you can choose which ones you want to talk about.” His eyes harden briefly, strong shoulders rolling in an attempt to relax. “Sound good?”
“I seriously have no other choice, do I?” He deadpans but I respond with a wide grin and a simple shake of my head.  “Fine, what’re my options?” 
“So, we can talk about your family and hometown, your behavioral issues, or the people who are currently in your life-”
“Last one, please.” He pleads, cutting me off as my lips part in quiet shock, adding his desperation to not talk about his past or family to the list of very evident concerns that have come from our meetings. I decide to cut him some slack so, instead of investigating, I instigate.
“Please- god, who taught you manners in the last forty-eight hours.” A small smirk spreads across his lips at my teasing, the deep blush on his cheeks crawling all the way down his neck and under the neckline of the baby-blue t-shirt that clings to his torso. Clings? Really, Y/n?  “I’d like to get them on the phone and get some pointers on how to keep you in line.” The eye contact that he maintains is down right cruel and anything but innocent, the air quickly sucked from my lungs as I try to suck in a gulp of air.  
“I can be persuaded.” 
What the fuck. 
“Hey now-” I clear my throat, suddenly overwhelmed with butterflies in my stomach, head pounding at his words but it’s really his voice, the octave dip- “Alright, people in your life- other than me- rapid fire, lets go.” I clear my throat, running my hands down my face to try to recover as Rafe chuckles to himself, leaning back into the couch, knees parting to spread across the couch.
This is definitely breaking some guideline or rule out there. 
“Uh, Josh- I guess he’s my friend- he’s the quarterback on the football team, my friend Topper from my hometown, my younger sister and, uh, that’s pretty much it.” He rambles quickly as I jot the names down in my notebook, writing question marks next to each of their names in hopes that I’ll fill in more information later down the line.
“Topper? Who names their kid ‘Topper’.” I snort and a bright smile spreads across Rafe’s lips and he shrugs, head shaking. Who names their kid Rafe, though? “Fair enough. So, younger sister, huh? Any more siblings?” His spine straightens at my proposition but he’s quick to squash my dreams of talking about more, his lips straightening into a fine line and his forehead creases.
Over the weeks I’ve seen Rafe, he’s gotten increasingly better at calling bullshit when it comes to my subtle prying, quickly setting our conversations back on a track that he’s comfortable with. My coworkers did not give his intelligence enough credit.
“I said I’d talk about important people.” He urges, fists clenching in his lap and just like that, he’s agitated and rebuilding the walls he has built so high around his mind. So he has other siblings- check.
“Also fair enough.” I huff, letting it go. He’s nearly impossible to sway, more impossible to argue with so giving into his temperamental attitude and his moodiness is sort of always my best and only option. I wonder where that defense mechanism came from. “No girlfriend?” My voice raises at the end and so do his brows, head tilting as a sudden playful vibe takes over his expression.
“Not that I know of.” He folds his hands in his lap, a small smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes flicker to the floor. I can see the question he's begging to ask, the infamous 'why do you want to know' or 'care to fill that role?' but he doesn't, just snaps his mouth shut with a shit-eating, tight-lipped grin.
“Interesting.” Picking up my pen, I write no girlfriend and I bite at the inside of my cheek to hide a cocky smile as Rafe leans towards me, trying to get a good view of the paper in my hands. 
“Wha- Why is that interesting? What are you writing?” He asks, reaching out to tip the edge of the book down, neck craning to read the few words I have written. “Really? The notebook thing is really passive aggressive, doc.” He taunts, snatching the book from my hands before tossing it onto the table between us. 
“You’re a jock with anger issues. Isn’t dating around supposed to be your man-whore thing right?” 
“I don’t know, is it?” His head tilts cutely at me, brows furrowed. 
“Touche.” I whisper, feeling so suddenly small in his gaze, blue eyes flickering over my nervous expression. I’ll never admit to him that I find him intimidating- not because of his violent actions or mood swings, but because of the way he looks at me, the depth behind his eyes, the ways his pupils expand and blue hues darken- like a predator stalking a prey.
I’m definitely not the one in a position of power in this scenario. 
“Am I allowed to ask you questions now?” He asks, tone dropping again as his jaw clenches.
“How is that relevant?” My voice squeaks and he grins, taking advantage of my meek and nervous demeanor like he always does, and he quickly takes control of the conversation to benefit his own comfort. He leans towards me, lips turned down in a nonchalant frown and shrugs.
“You want me to talk, I want to pass time. Might as well make this interesting.” Like this isn’t extremely interesting as it is? His proposition makes my brows tick up, wondering the weight behind his words and if he truly just wants to ask me innocent questions. The look in his eyes says otherwise. 
“Bold of you to assume I’m interesting.” I meet him halfway, leaning towards him with a teasing look, eyes flickering back and forth between his. The silence that swarms around us is deafening, the blood in my body rushing to my head and pumping loudly in my ears as a slow grin stretches across his lips. “Fine, you can ask me a couple of questions- use them wisely- but I get to know more about your younger sister.” 
“Fair trade.” He claps, mirroring me and folding his legs beneath him as he thinks, finger tapping his chin playfully. “Is this on or off the record?” His question makes me laugh, adoring the fact that he takes school counseling seriously enough to think that he could possibly get in more trouble for asking me simple questions. 
“There’s no record, dude. I get paid either way and you’re not going to listen to me anyways.”
“At least you’re self aware.” He grins. “Favorite color?”
“Seriously?”  I ask, remembering how much shit he gave me for asking his favorite color so many sessions ago. He hides his smile behind his hand, chest rumbling in quiet laughter as I gawk at him. “Really, Rafe?” 
“See how stupid that question is now-”
“Yellow, asshole. Next question.” His eyes light up with mischief at my attempted insult but he just nods, accepting my answer. He ponders for a few seconds, blue eyes seemingly inspecting my frame, down to the smallest of details; the color of my eyes, the necklace around my neck, my hands.
“I don’t see a ring so I assume you’re not engaged or married.” He nods towards my ring finger with a curious, boyish smile. What I want to ask is ‘why do you care’ or ‘why is this important’ but then I realize that he wasn’t asking.
“Is that a question?”
“More like an observation.” He shrugs, fingers tapping against the expanses of his thighs. It takes everything to avert my eyes from the repeated movement, almost as if he’s trying to draw my attention away, to catch me off guard like I’ve been trying to do for weeks now. 
“No secret fiance or husband.” I reply simply, heart aching painfully in my chest. “I live alone with my two cats.” My eyes flicker down to my lap, cheeks warming bashfully because I can only assume how sad that sounds to anyone other than me.
I’m fine and content with my two fur babies, in my perfectly decorated and organized apartment, no man- or woman- there to mess anything up or disturb the peace I’ve created. 
But that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m at peace with the loneliness I feet at two in the morning when I’m curled under a blanket, the sound of the TV going in one ear and out the other as I wait for my phone to buzz with any notification- a text, a call, a snap, anything.
“That’s sad.” My head snaps up to look at him, eyes thinning to slits as I scoff, watching his brows furrow, smile faltering at the realization that hurt my feelings.
“And you’re in mandatory counseling. What’s sadder?” The words leave my lips faster than I can control, his words hitting a bit too close to home- too close for comfort. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for self deprecating comments and mutual teasing but sometimes I can’t take it as well as I dish it.
“Fuck, you’re mean-”
“And you’re stalling.” Snatching my notebook from the table, I place it back in my lap, opening it to a fresh page and getting my pen ready. His eyes widen briefly at my subtle threat to psychoanalyze him- his favorite activity- and his hands raise in surrender.
“Fine, fuck.” He huffs, urging me to return the notebook to its previous position on the table but I keep it close, hugging it to my chest as he sighs. “Do you enjoy bullying me?”
“Yes, I enjoy bullying you. You’re an easy target.” I say plainly, waiting for him to speak but he just scoffs, teasing eyes flickering back and forth from me to the clock on the wall.
“This is a toxic therapeutic environment. Is there a Title X form I can fill out?” I bite back a laugh at his painfully ironic joke, my cheeks puffing out as I try desperately to avoid laughing at his perfectly timed joke.
“I’ll give you that one. That’s good.” I crack, ignoring the obvious flutter in my stomach. “Ask me a question, hot shot.” I offer, watching his eyes light up at the chance and I can tell that he’s going to try to use it wisely. He bites at his lips as he thinks, eyes squinting briefly as if he's the one analyzing me and his gaze flickers back and forth between my eyes.
“If everyone comes to you to talk, who do you go to?” His question feels like a punch to the gut, heart aching behind my ribs, but I maintain the professional smile on my lips, hands shaking in my lap as I press them into fists. He waits patiently but there’s no ounce of malice or mischief behind his eyes. He’s truly curious this time and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he actually cares. 
“That was oddly personal.” I laugh awkwardly, setting my pride aside for a second and taking a deep breath.
“You want me to talk about my sister? Then you’ve gotta earn it.” 
Fuck he’s right. 
I wrack my mind, trying to come up with something vague, something simple to offer him so he doesn’t worry or have any more prying questions. If he thinks that he doesn’t like to talk about those closest to him then he hasn’t heard my extremely short list of people that I interact with on a day, let alone the people I actually enjoy talking to (other than him).
But I have to give him something if I want to know more about his past and his support system.
“My list of ‘important people’ is even shorter than yours. I do fine, though.” I hold my breath, hoping he’ll accept my sad excuse for an answer but he just nods slowly, leaning back into the couch with a cocked head, lips fanning out into a small smile. A moment or two passes as the sound of my breathing slows, Rafe’s eyes moving to look over at the lava lamp. 
“I call my younger sister Wheezie.” I fight the urge to reach over for my notebook, realizing that he’d probably shut down if I tried to document anything he’s telling me. Guess my memory will have to do. “She’s 14- maybe 15 by now. I haven’t seen her in a while.” His tone saddens a bit but his eyes glimmer as if he’s remembering something fond, deep eyes full of sudden adoration. “I was such a jackass to her when I was younger. Now that I’m away from home, I want to talk to her more- text her more.” He sounds guilty, eyes closing briefly before he returns his gaze back to me, waiting for me to digest the information and respond accordingly.
“That’s good.” 
“She’s way more smart than I am- such a fucking spitfire.” He grins with a scoff, shaking his head and I can only imagine a shorter, girlier version of him, commanding those around her and teasing everyone in site. I bet her and I would get alone nicely.
“I can see who she learned that from.” He grins shamelessly at my teasing, cheeks reddening briefly before he flashes his eyes at me, fingers prying at the strings on his sweatpants. 
“Yeah, I wasn’t the best influence.” His once reminiscent and happy expression turns sour suddenly, lips tugging down into a guilty, frustrated frown.
“Wanna talk about it?” Don't forget to do your job, Y/n.
“Not really.” He sighs, reaching up to run his fingers through his unruly hair, eyes flickering briefly up to the clock as I, too, notice our lack of time. We’ve talked more today about the things I’m mandated to talk to him about than all of our meetings combined and, sure, that’s a good thing but I can’t begin to ignore the weight- the tension- that’s suddenly filled the room at the mention of his sister and the possible wrong-doing he's committed against her.
“Do you need to talk about anything?” I ask with an uncomfortable sigh, anxiety sitting on my chest like a twenty pound weight. 
“Do you?” He dodges but not to avoid the question I asked but because, yet again, he’s more interested in talking about me.
“We’re not here for me.” I smile kindly but he’s being completely sincere.
“Well, I am.” He shrugs, his confession making my heart skip beats as he continues. “If I really hated you, I wouldn’t be here.” There’s a sense of fondness in his voice that makes me grin like an idiot and he realizes almost instantaneously the weight behind his words.
If I really hated you, I wouldn’t be here. 
“Oh, I’ve definitely grown on you.” I gawk, lips parted in proud shock.
“No, but the lava lamp has.” He denies with a click of his tongue, jutting his thumb in the direction of the bright object, the glowing orbs bouncing up and down as a sort of pendulum.
A few dazed moments pass and Rafe is still stuck looking at the lava lamp as if he’s entranced, a small smile on his lips and the clock ticks louder and louder behind us as minutes pass. I feel antsy to ask him more, knowing that it’ll be a whole weekend before I see him again and a part of me almost feels sad.
I don’t feel like diving into the ‘why’ that is. 
“I’m assuming by the lack of text messages and urgent calls that you’ve been behaving?” His lips quirk up at my instigation and he gives me a playful shrug.
“If behaving means no suicidal or homicidal thoughts than yeah, sure.” I can’t fight the eye roll that passes across my expression but his smile turns sheepish as if he was trying to be genuinely honest. I fight the urge to ask about both topics mentioned- homicide and suicide- wondering if there's actually any weight to them or if he's just messing around. Both are equally concerning. 
“You can text or call if you feel like you need to talk about something, ya know.” I offer gently but he starts nodding sternly before I can even finish my sentence.
“I know. You said that.” 
“I know- I’m not trying to press...” My hands raise in simple surrender, backing off immediately before he cuts me and this meeting short. “But, you’re here for a reason. I get it’s mandatory but like you said, if you really hated me- hated this- you wouldn’t be here.” He ponders for a second, lips turned down in a playful frown.
“Gives me something to do other than ace tests and apparently be a so-called ‘man-whore’.”
“So you are a man whore? God, I’ve been dying to know if that’s true or not.” I tease, cupping my cheeks in my hands as I lean towards him, watching mischief flicker through his eyes. “Do you need the safe sex speech?” I gasp, holding a hand to my chest in feigned shock, like I needed any confirmation that Rafe could get around if he actually wanted to.
I mean, look at him. 
“Oh my god- this is painful. How much time do we have left?” He pleads and his brows knit together in pure disgust, his voice scary close to a whine.
“I’m messing with you. I know you’re not getting around- the faculty gossip more than the students.” His eyes widen at my implication that he's being talked about behind his back and he scoots to the edge of the couch eagerly.
“What have you heard about me?” He asks out of pure amusement, eyes glimmering in the light of the lava lamp.
“Depends on what I’ve chosen to believe.” I shrug, folding my hands in my lap as I think of the very few nice things I’ve heard actually come out of my coworkers mouths. “Before I met you, I heard the words ‘neanderthal’ and ‘Juvenile delinquent’ but everyone raved about your grades.” 
“And now?” He quizzes, hair falling in his eyes as his head tilts dumbly.
“I don’t particularly believe the ‘neanderthal’ part- maybe the delinquent part- but the good grades, charming, way too smart for your own good.” The wink I throw him has him almost giggling, his chest rumbling and shoulders shaking in bashful laughter. “Handsome.” The word leaves my mouth as a sort of intrusive thought- literal word vomit- and my lips part in quiet shock as he gives me a similar, stunned look. His cheeks redden almost immediately and all cockiness from him vanished, just left with boyish, bashful, wide eyes.
“Are you flirting with me?” He asks, voice cracking pitifully.
“No, because that would be inappropriate and obviously I do everything by the books here. I’m only speaking on behalf of my colleagues.” I clear my throat, giving him a half-assed nod but he sees right through it. 
“Anything else you’ve- I mean, your fellow colleagues have said about me?” He asks, shit-eating grin evident once more and it only makes flames ignite in my belly.
“You have an issue with authority and apparently talking to older women.” I snap with a smirk and he scoffs, eyes rolling and he claps his hands.
“Alright, I don’t like you anymore.” He juts his finger my way, clicking his tongue with a tired look.
“Awe you’re in denial- that’s cute, really Rafe.” I whisper, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee- feigning support- his whole body aflame beneath my touch. He looks at me and my hand, back and forth, with wide, frantic eyes but he’s not nervous or awkward- no, there’s something far deeper to the way his pupils dilate, tongue sweeping out helplessly over his cracked lips. 
“Fuck.” He mutters, dragging his fingers across his jaw as I slowly retract my hand from him. His body deflates as soon as my touch leaves him, his head hanging back against the couch shamelessly. 
“Time’s up buddy.” His eyes flicker up to the clock and an almost disappointed smile spreads across his lips, brows furrowing as he reaches down to check his own phone with a frown. 
“Really?” He asks, more to himself but stands nonetheless, soothing his hands over his thighs. I stand too, following closely behind him as he stops in front of the door, waving his phone in the air. “Can I, uh, text you?” He asks bashfully and a wide smile spreads across my lips.
“I said you could.” 
“I know- I just mean…” He trails off, eyes fluttering to the ground briefly.  “Like, off the record.” My stomach flips at his words, not knowing what he actually intended to get across but based on the look in his eyes alone, I know he literally means off the record conversations.
“There’s no record, Rafe, and we’ve already leveled about the fact that I live alone with my cats. My life after work is not glamorous.” I giggle, reaching past him to open the door and he looks out into the hallway with a heavy sigh.
“Alright.” He nods, hand raising to send me a simple wave and a smile. “See ya, Y/n.” 
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Unknown Number: I thought of another question. 
My eyes widen as I stare down at the text, shocked that Rafe actually meant it when he said he was going to text me, my mouth drying at the confirmation that he does want to talk to me, just not about the things I’m mandated to talk to him about. But at least he’s talking now. A win is a win right? 
Alright, shoot. I type back, thumbs shaking against the bright screen as I add him as a contact, my cats purring beside me as I flip over to the other side of the bed, curling into a ball as I watch the three bubbles appear at the bottom of my screen.
Rafe: Are you typically this chill with other students?
“What should I say, Winston?” I ask, showing my cat the text as he sniffles, looking between me and the bright screen, eyes squinting in discomfort. “Should I tell him that I find him incredibly attractive? So much that it makes it very hard to do my job?” Winston just looks away from me with a quiet meow, tucking his head under my hand that holds my phone.  “They told me I need to connect with students on a personal level- to use my age as a tool to connect and develop interpersonal relationships- to get people to trust me.” I snort, typing the first response that comes to me before I type something that I could possibly regret.
Not really. I could just tell that I wasn’t going to get you to open up if I acted my role. My answer isn’t necessarily a lie, but there’s something about him- though cocky and sometimes unbearable- that just makes it so easy to be myself. He’s done such shit in his life so maybe he’s just not that judgemental cuz he’s done worse, but there’s just something open about him, even if it might be unintentional. 
Rafe: Cuz I have an issue with authority?And older women apparently. 
My cats jump as I laugh out loud, cheeks warming as I press my face into my pillow momentarily, hating the smile that spreads across my lips. I feel like a middle schooler who’s finally getting attention from a cute guy, blood pumping and mind running with thoughts.
Yeah, I wanted to make it easier on you- more comfortable. 
Rafe: That’s kind of nice. 
Well, I’m a nice person. “Duh, Rafe. I’m a nice person.” I whisper to myself while typing.
Rafe: I can think of twelve things you said to me today that were the opposite of nice.
It’s as if he knew what I was going to say because the minute I send my text, his text comes flying back in return. He’s not wrong- I did mess with him all day, and the thought of me teasing him so much forces a proud grin on my lips as I type. 
I figured it out pretty quickly that you deflect with humor. I happen to be remarkably funny. 
Rafe: Got me figured out, huh?
He has no clue how much I’ve already figured out about him just from the fact that he keeps deflecting and avoiding talks about his family. I can assume his younger sister is the only family member he hasn’t had a negative encounter with and looking at his academics versus his social life, it almost seems as if he doesn’t actually want to be here, like it wasn’t his decision but he has to maintain the grades but not the image. That maybe his outbursts, like keying his professor's car, was a last ditch effort to get out, not stay.
You could say that. Men are pretty easy. I respond simply, knowing it’ll get a ride out of him.
Rafe: First you call me a man whore and now I’m ‘easy’?
You had the chance to ask me questions and you didn’t. 
Rafe: I did, they were just stupid. I couldn’t really think of anything. I was too preoccupied.
With? I bite at the excess skin on my nail as I wait for his reply, tearing my eyes away from the phone for a moment to look down at my cats who both stare at me, probably wondering how I’ve managed to stay awake this long. If only they knew and could fathom ‘a crush’.
Rafe: Well you called me handsome and I think that’s the last thing I remember.
Oh shit, I did, didn’t I? I pause, actually considering the fact that my comment actually stuck with him enough to take him off guard. It’s common knowledge that Rafe is a good looking guy, tall, built, kind eyes and a silver tongue. I’d have to be blind or dead to not see him.
You’re all talk. I type, biting at my nail as the dots appear and disappear, Rafe choosing his answer wisely. It makes me laugh to think of him in a similar position as me, laying in bed, typing back a reply with a blush on his cheeks- or maybe I shouldn’t think about him in bed?
Rafe: I’m not, you’re just all by the books.
Am I? I know that I’ve joked about being by the books and dying on the hill that I’m such a rule follower, but if I was seriously a stereotypical counselor for him, I would think that I wouldn’t enjoy conversations with him so much- so much that I stay up way past midnight just to continue a vaguely flirty conversation with him.
Har. Har. Doesn’t seem like you’re having an issue talking to older women now. 
Rafe: Cuz you’re not here staring at me and judging me.
The thought of him finding me as intimidating as I find him is exhilarating, the air in my lungs seemingly evaporating as I gasp in a breath.
Rafe: Writing shit down in that passive aggressive notebook. What have you even written in there?
You don’t wanna know. I giggle, picturing the dopey, confused look on his face, a kind smirk. In person, he would pry and stare at me until I break, taking advantage of my weariness when it comes to him. But right now, so far away from him, I don’t let up, continuing the torment and teasing that he subjects me to during the day.
Rafe: Is it just a bunch of ‘Mrs. Cameron’s’ written over and over again?
“Rafe, what the fuck!” I yell out, sitting straight up in bed as I hear the neighbor bang on the wall behind me, chastising me for my shouting. I slap a hand over my mouth, typing back a shaky response. 
Asshole. Go to bed. I’m not actively trying to get rid of him, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to see where this conversation would go if I did indulge him and give him a taste of his own medicine. He’s a tease but he’s an intelligent tease; he knows how to rile a person up, maybe from experience or maybe it’s just his personality. Either way, it works too well.
Rafe: You’re no fun :(
I am, it’s just above your pay grade. I don’t even know what I’m implying with this whole ‘paygrade’ joke, maybe I’m implying that there’s more under my surface that goes beyond a flirty college counselor. Maybe I want him to see under the surface and I instigate because I know he likes the chance and the taunting. Maybe it’s just fun to get him going.
Rafe: Again with the fucking pay grade. How do I get promoted?
Why do you want to be promoted? What do you get out of it? My stomach drops, my heart pounding in my throat as my fingers type against the screen, the typos only a testament to how nervous he makes me. 
Rafe: Tell me how to get into that head of yours and maybe I’ll let you know why I care so much.
I screech out loud once more, reaching out to comfort Winston and my other orange tabby Clementine with a quiet apology for continuing to wake them up repeatedly. Forgetting my mission, my head snaps back to the clinical benefits from this conversation, needing him to finally open up to me about his own problems if we’re going to get anywhere. He needs the clearance from the school, I need the praise from my boss, and- the most important- he needs to heal from whatever’s eating him up inside. 
I’d tell him anything if it meant that I could help him.
Tell me where your anger issues stem from and why you won’t talk about your family or hometown. I press send before I can contemplate it, worrying that the interjection into our playful conversation might make him mad because it’s typically his response to me prying into his personal life. But instead, he surprises me.
Rafe: I’ll think about it.
It’s not what I was expecting at all but I’ll take any progress that I can get. A month ago, he’d threaten to leave the room if I tried to bribe information out of him but now he seems willing. Maybe he thinks that if he tells me things, that I’ll open up. But if that’s the case, then we’re playing the same game and it looks like both of us are going to ultimately get what we want from each other. In more ways than one apparently.
Rafe: So you hang out with your cats and you go to work at the campus. Is that all you do?
If I give him the answer I want to reply with, he’ll know where to find me outside of school. He’d have the opportunity to see me outside of our sessions, to talk to me literally off the record and have the freedom to say or do whatever he’d like. To weigh the odds of a pros and cons list would take too long so my fingers type quickly enough to not give my brain a second to think or argue.
No, I work as a bartender too at a bar on Grant. Again, the bubbles on the bottom of the screen appear and disappear, Rafe obviously deciding carefully on what to say. I know that he’ll take advantage of it, even if I ask him not to but maybe it’ll be what he needs- to see me in a scenario where he doesn’t have to talk to me. Maybe it’ll happen naturally on its own if he chooses to interact with me, to talk or open up.
Rafe: Oh, that’s kind of badass.
A girly grin takes over my face, Clementine's quiet meows spooking me out of my giddy mood, her paws digging into my boobs as she flops down on my chest. I let out a quiet ‘oof’ and she looks at the bright screen of my phone, meowing once more as another message comes through.Rafe:I know you’ll ask me not to come visit you but I make no promises.
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No touching - Evan Buckley x M!Reader
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"Really Buck, you already have a boner?" You laugh as you and your boyfriend settle in to watch some adult films.
"I've been waiting for this all day! When you said you wanted to try watching porn together I made a list in my head of all my favorites I wanted to show you," Buck says eagerly whipping his shirt off.
"That is the most Evan Buckley thing I have ever heard you say," you smile, removing your own shirt and taking a seat next to him on the couch.
His laptop is set up on the coffee table while he searches for the first video.
He leans back as the first video plays and it shows a group of six male firefighters undressing in a locker room.
"Is this something you've fantasized about Buckley?" You say with a grin.
"I mean I can't lie when you first started working with us, there were so many times I wanted to take you right there in the locker room all hot and sweaty and nearly naked," he says, giving you a chaste kiss before intently watching the video.
He refrains from touching himself not wanting to cum so quickly but you see him squirming in his seat, his bulge only getting bigger and that starts to turn you on.
The firefighters in the video are now sucking each other's dicks and Buck is palming himself through his pants.
A few minutes later you both strip down to your boxers, erections standing tall as the firefighters are spread out across the locker room fucking each other.
"You know that one kind of looks like you," you chuckle, pointing to one of the guys that is bent over a bench and getting railed.
"Why do you think I like this video so much? I imagine you're the one behind him," he smirks.
When you can't resist touching yourselves anymore you get rid of your boxers and move onto the next video, this one is more of a home video, camera quality isn't great but the guys sure are hot which more than makes up for it.
"That guy has got to be at least nine inches," Buck says slowly stroking his cock.
"Imagine getting fucked by a dick that big," you say watching his hand move up and down while you stroke your own cock.
"Who says I haven't? A beefy bisexual firefighter gets you a lot of action in this town," Buck grins.
You share a laugh and return your attention back to the video of the smaller built man getting demolished by his giant boyfriend.
Buck is moaning and playing his nipples, flicking and pinching them.
You want so badly to lean over and start sucking on them but you agreed earlier that you wouldn't touch each other wanting to enjoy the experience of only getting off with your own hands.
Your hand starts moving faster, glancing back and forth from the video to Buck.
Yours and Bucks moans are mixing with the moans coming from the video and you swear you could listen to this forever.
The man pulls out and the video does a close up of the other guy's gaping hole.
"Fuck I would to have my way with that hole," you groan.
"And I'd love to watch you," Buck winks at you.
Well that was something you two would definitely be talking about later.
The man in the video continues to pound the guy, Buck throwing his head back against the couch as he nears his release.
"Shit," he grunts, slapping his pecks and roughly tugging on his nipples.
"Buck," you moan, tumbling over the edge at the sight.
You cum all over your stomach and Buck smirks, stroking himself so fast when he cums some of it splashes on his face.
"Fuck you're so hot," you say licking his cum off his chin.
"I thought we weren't going to touch each other?" He grins.
"Well that was while we were jerking off, now it's fair game and I need you to get to the bed right now so I can eat your ass before I fuck you," you tell him.
"Race you there," he smiles, quickly getting up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.
"You're so in for it Buckley," you say chasing after him.
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wooberrysmoothie · 1 year
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Don’t Wanna Fall in Love
Pairing: non-idol!Vernon x f!reader
Warnings: swearing, jealousy, mentions of oral sex
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“Y/N, what do you think,” Seungcheol asks, “who’s better looking? Me or Joshua?” Him and Joshua have been going back and forth for the last 5 minutes about this after a couple girls walking past our table started giggling and whispering to themselves, clearly flustered over them.
“Wonwoo,” I say plainly, not bothering to look away from the game of 8 ball he and I are playing on our phones. Wonwoo almost snorts his coffee in surprise as the others laugh, Seungcheol and Joshua pouting over my answer. “But if I had to choose, Shua has the most potential.”
Joshua grabs my hand from across the table and gently kisses the back of it like a prince meeting a princess while Seungcheol folds his arms over his chest and huffs like a child.
“Screw you guys, I’m sexy,” he grumbles, sending all of us into another fit of laughter.
“Oh Cheollie,” I giggle, knowing he hates the nickname, “You know I love you.” I bump my shoulder against his and he scrunches his nose at me.
“Hey what about the better looking one? Where’s my love,” Wonwoo teases, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I can feel the familiar heat of someone’s eyes on me and turn to see Vernon, stone faced, barely paying attention to the conversation Soonyoung and Seungkwan are trying to engage him in. I mouth ‘what’ and he just shrugs, taking a bite of his muffin. Wonwoo seems to pick up on the vibes and taps me. “What’s his problem?”
I simply shrug and go back to my meal. Despite our weekly brunches typically consisting of little interactions like this, Vernon has been acting a bit strange the last few weeks. Actually, he’s been acting weird just about every time we hang out outside of my apartment lately. Pulling me in close when guys try to flirt with me at bars, white knuckling his drinks when I get a little too drunk and shake my ass along with Minghao, Chan, and Soonyoung on the dance floor, and now, tensing up and glaring daggers at Wonwoo and Joshua for who even knows what. I’d be more inclined to believe it’s out of jealousy if it weren’t for him crawling into bed with me every night afterwards, whispering how thankful he is for “a best friend like me”
“Looks like your boyfriend is jealous,” Jihoon whispers from across the table
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I roll my eyes, ignoring the little part of me that wants to say ‘but I wish he was’.
As we drive back to my apartment, Vernon’s jaw is sharp as ever as he stares out the passenger window. I place my hand on his thigh and he jumps, surprised by the sudden contact.
“You wanna tell me what’s wrong or should I read your mind,” I ask quietly.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he smiles tightly, “I’m just a little tired from last night.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me playfully but I can tell he’s hiding something. Instead of pressing further, I whack his shoulder and return the smile which seems to relieve some of the tension. “You sure know how to wear a guy out.”
“In fairness, you’re the one who kept asking to go another round. I would’ve been fine to suck you off and go to bed.”
He sputters and gives me a wide eyed look as I pull into my parking space. “Excuse me? I didn’t know that was an option, but you would come back for more too if someone was screaming your name like that.”
“Uh I was not screaming thank you very much.”
”Oh really?”
“Yeah really.”
Just as we get to my door, he raises the pitch of his voice and all but yells, “Uh..Vernon, oh my god..fuck you fill me up so good…uh I’m gonna-“
I’ve never unlocked my door so fast and I yank him through it, pinning him to my wall. “I HAVE NEIGHBORS YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING DEMON!”
His laugh is loud and echoing as I slap at his chest. He catches my hands in his and flips our positions so I’m the one against the wall, his arm around my waist. I must look like a deer in headlights as I gaze up at him, trying (and failing) to avoid staring at his lips. He dips his head to whisper in my ear.
“I’m pretty sure your neighbors already know my name baby,” his voice is low and smooth like silk. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers ghost over the strip of exposed skin between my pants and sweater. I reach my hands up towards his face and almost lean in to kiss him, but think better of it and turn away as butterflies erupt in my stomach. He seems to catch onto this, using his finger to tip my chin up. “You know you’re allowed to kiss me right?”
“No I can’t..I-I mean I could..but I have work to do so we p-probably shouldn’t have sex right now.”
His mouth presses into a tight line and he locks eyes with me, getting so close I’m sure he can feel my heartbeat against his chest. “What does that have to do with kissing?”
“Rule 4. No kissing unless we’re having sex.” Suddenly everything feels too close and I can feel my skin burning under his gaze. “It’s too hot. I need to get my jacket off. We sh-.” He swallow my words as his lips meet mine and it takes a second to get over the initial shock before I let myself melt into it. My pulse is almost thunderous in my ears and I’m fully convinced he can hear it as he pulls back, heat spreading across my face.
“You looked like you needed that.” With that, he wanders into my living room and boots up his PlayStation as though nothing happened. “We made the rules. Sometimes we can break them too.” I slide down the wall into a squat, still touching my fingers to my lips.
What the absolute fuck was that.
@lostcheol @wonderfulshinee @carefully325 @cherryredrabbit @enhacolor @tigermoonbiss @1004luvangel Sorry for the short chapter everyone! Honestly when I wrote this fic, I just needed more filler and this is said filler lol. But it looks like everyone’s got the Vernon rot cuz this fic is getting all the love! So happy I get to share this with y’all. Thank you for reading and HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES ❤️
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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG 2009 SPECIAL THE END OF TIME (PART 1)
Okay, I think I might be emotionally prepared for both of the parts of this. Time to watch, wish me mental stability!
Planet Earth Intro
Oh there's a documentary narrator lol
Hello christmas
WILF HELLO
Pretty singing, gorgeous singing
Those kids are good
Tardis cameo?
THE SAINTED PHYSICIAN LOL
Spooky woman?
Evil laughter?
Hi Doctor (he's mentally ill)
Hi Ood (he is aware of the Doctor's mental illness)
Snowy day
Ooh pretty city
Ood prophet cool
More evil laughter?? Hello?
Which man is dead
The Master? Maybe tis his wife at least (poor her)
WHATY WHAT TIS WEIRD GALLIFREYAN THINGY
HES ALIVE THEN WHAT
It's not nice when time starts bleeding
Poor Lucy
Weird woman on the TV?
Okay resurrection generally isn't the greatest choice
This is culty
Til death do them part she's awesome
Person running? Master running?
I love Wilf he's so silly
Lol sending out the troops to find the Doctor
Okay so the Master is even more insane than before
Yay Obama
Creepy as hell my dude
That's horrifying
That's ultra horrifying jeez
Hello Doctor
Epic chase through a garbage dump
"Let me help" oh come on you've tried that before
Old people gang up to take a photo with him lol
Gets groped
Don't be sulky Doctor
HE WILL KNOCK FOUR TIMES OH MY GOSH
Dude course you'll die that's just what happens
Not changed no
Aww hello Shaun Temple
They're cute, and he's glad she's happy, he's the ultimate depressed bestie
Merry Fucking Christmas
Awww he misses her so much!! This is so sad!!!
Doctor where are you going now!?
Idiots and fools
Dramatic western faceoff
WALKS FROM AN EXPLOSION HELLO
I've said before, he's quite good at getting electrocuted
He's also vaguely suicidal but at the same time desperate to stay alive
Oh I know, he has the fear of death that only one who'd like to die can have
We can hear it
HE HEARD IT
You are mad my dude
Flying light thing? Hello
Oh it's the government then I assume
Poor Doctor
Oh generic rich powerful dude has a book
HELLO DONNA?
Oh generic rich powerful dude has the Master
Okay generic rich powerful people are evil generic rich powerful people
The war was won and passed you by
Aww he never killed that wonderful I live Wilf
Usually if people say "whatever you do don't tell so-and-so" you should probably tell so-and-so
Pistol
He loves her so much
Fair enough lol
Sylvia gurl
I thought it'd be cleaner I love Wilf
Wilf and Doctor friendship is the most pure flawless amazing one ever
Scientists rebelling maybe?
Nope those are aliens
PEOPLE NEED TO STOP TRYING FOR IMMORTALITY ITS BAD
If the censoring thing on the tardis got broken the Doctor would be scandalized by the amount of swearing his companions all do but especially wilf and donna
Shimmer shimmer
I love aka hate how he's wearing a dog collar
Bondage
Oh shit
Oh dear
I guess they hide the presidents face cuz they couldn't get a real Barack Obama cameo which sucks
No he's not gonna love this
Oh dear a planet of Masters
Oh dearie me
That's disturbing
That's incredibly disturbing holy cows
THE TIME LORDS RETURNED IM SORRY WHAT HELLO THE NARRATOR IS A TIME LORD TOO WHY DO THEY WANT TO END TIME I THOUGHT THEY WERE STUFFY AND LAW ABIDING
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