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[shiftythrifting]

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[midnightsxblue]

VIRGINITY (PART TWO)

carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: p in v sex, unprotected sex (don’t recommend yall)

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read part one here!

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The day you lost your virginity, everything seemed so…weird. Rick and Michonne had planned to go on a run for a couple of days and the two of you were left with Judith. You’d both asked for advice from Glenn and Maggie and while you got some pretty good advice, Carl got an awkward conversation and a condom.

This was your chance. That morning, you and Carl woke up early to say goodbye to them. “The two of you are gonna be here with Judith, okay? I have Daryl sort of keepin an eye on you so behave.” Rick tells you, packing some cans of food from the pantry into his bag. You look to Carl with sort of an annoyed look. He returns the same.

“Understand?” You both turn to Rick and nod. “Yeah we got it.” Carl replies. Now you had to figure out a way to get Daryl off your back as well. “I trust ‘em.” Michonne approaches from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder while giving you a smile. You smile at her back, knowing you’re kinda lying to her. But you’re a horny teenager. You gotta do what you gotta do.

“Well…I’m sure they appreciate that. We gotta go.” Rick tells Michonne, zipping up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He makes his way through the house, the rest of you following after. You give them their hugs and say goodbye. Once the door slams shut, Judith starts crying. Screaming at the top of her fucking lungs.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You hold your head in your hands, unprepared for the headache about to overtake your brain. “Hey, don’t be stressed. We can use this to our advantage.” Carl smiles and picks up Judith as she sobbed, also grabbing a couple toys before walking out the front door. You watch him walk all the way over to the armory to hand her off to Olivia.

When he disappeared into the faraway house, you turned around to find something to do. When you do turn around, you’re met with Daryl. “Jesus what the fuck!” You practically jump back, Daryl just looks at you like you’re crazy. “Don’t do that, holy shit- where did you come from!?” You put your hand over your heart and try your best to catch your breath. “The back door.” He just stares at you till you’re done. You finally catch your breath.

“Do I seriously need to watch over the two of ya or can I go work on my bike?” He asks, you sort of hesitate for some odd reason, you felt bad for lying. “We’ll be fine. Probably gonna make some soup or something and I might go to the range later. I dunno what he’ll do, probably clean his gun.” You shock yourself with how elaborate that lie was. He nods. “Okay. I’ll see ya.” He made his way out the front door.

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A little later, Carl came back and met with you in your guys’ room where you were changing. He closed the door behind him and you turn around to smile at him, your shirt sliding off your arms. “Whatcha doing?” You ask with an endearing smile. He walks a bit closer. “Looking at you.” You giggle at his response. “You mean watching me change? That’s a bit perverted don’t you think?” You rummage through your closet for another shirt.

“I don’t think so.” He slowly comes up behind you, sliding his hands over your waist. He lodges his face into the crook of your neck where begins to plant harsh kisses. “Stop looking.” He tells you, lowering your arms from the clothes you had in your hand. You turn to face him and he smiles once you do. “You’re so pretty.” He puts his hand up to hold your cheek while he pulls you in for another kiss. This one was soft, the kind of kiss that really meant something. A feeling in your stomach told you things would only get better from here.

The kisses continue, only getting more intense and eventually his tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a small moan and you can feel him smile at that as he kissed you even more. You feel him pull you a little and you follow, your mouths still intertwined. He quickly spins you and plops you on the bed. He seemed confident on the outside, little did you know he was extremely nervous. You sit back with your arms propping you up and he leans in to kiss you again, his hands going straight to the buttons of your jeans. It’s quickly unbuttoned and he starts to tug them off you, standing to discard his own shirt as well.

Looking at him like this drives you insane. His messy hair, swollen lips, and the very obvious boner confined by his jeans. You were both scared and excited. Carl on the other hand was just really fucking horny. He got on the bed above you, one of his knees between your legs rutting against your clothed cunt. You let out yet another small moan and this prompts him to pull away and reach around to your back to unfasten your bra. Or try at least.

He was new to this, you can’t blame him. He fiddles with the clasp in a frustrated manner. “I just wanna see you.” He frowns, upset at himself for not being able to successfully take your bra off. You look at him with a sly smile. He shuts his eyes and rests his forehead on yours, his hand freezing in place as he accepted defeat. “Could you help me please?” He has a defeated tone and you laugh, undoing the clasp of your bra, letting it slide down your arms. While you did so, he worked on undressing you completely and then you waited for him to undress himself.

You’d palmed him once, you knew he wasn’t small but christ. Now you were definitely nervous. He smiled at you, basking in your beauty before leaning down to kiss a trail all the way from your stomach, up to your chest, to your neck. He was so unbelievably happy. He leaned back up to kiss you some more, his hand wandering down to your thigh, pulling it up. Your other thigh moves up instinctively and he pulls away to look down to actually do this.

He holds your legs at the back of your knees while guides himself to where he believes is the right spot. Glenn was a fucking liar. He has no idea what he’s doing. Maggie was right. Jesus this was so awkward. “Um…i-is this right or-” He stutters hoping you’d know how to guide him. You did, you helped him but not without accidentally sliding his tip against your clit, extracting a sharp moan from the both of you. Once he found your hole, he looked at you before slowly pushing into you.

Your mouth drops slightly at the feeling, his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. “This okay?” He asked quietly, stopping to hear your response. “Mhm s’fine just keep going slow.” He nodded and kept pushing, eventually bottoming out. He was breathing heavily, and you were too but he seemed to be on another planet. “A-are you okay?” You sort of giggle. His eyes are shut and he nods. “Just really tight that’s all.” He says breathlessly, gripping your thighs like he was never gonna let go. “Mkay. you can start moving if-if you’re ready.”

Well he’s been ready. He begins to slowly stroke in and out of you, he opens his eyes and leans down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth and you wrap your arms around him. He props himself up to hover over you, still pressing his length into your now, sopping heat. He leans his head back into your neck, moaning against your skin while you leave indents on his back from your nails. “You’re so good, so warm n wet. l-love you s-so much. Please.” He rambled, not even sure why he was saying please.

You could only moan in response, muttering a small “I love you too”back. He started to thrust a bit faster, his pace only increasing. It got to the point where you couldn’t even speak. You could tell he was close to cumming, you were too. Everything felt so good, his affection was only making it ten times better. He was so sweet with you, he really wanted you to feel good and not just him. You were glad he was the one taking your virginity.

“Carl-f-fuck I’m gonna cum.” You tell him, your nails digging into his skin deeper than before which causes him to groan. “Mhm me too.” His voice sounds somewhat strained. You clench around him before cumming all over his cock, him following soon after. He bottoms out inside of you one last time, hitting your g-spot perfectly, causing you to both moan loudly.

He smiles satisfactorily, pulling you into his embrace while he breathes heavily. “You’re so perfect.” He presses a kiss to your jaw and smiles against your skin. “You are. I feel so good.” You say basically astounded, reaching your hand up to rest in his hair. You spend a moment, just breathing and enjoying the afterglow.

Suddenly, Carl pulls away from your neck, and looks up as if he had heard something. You eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“What is it?”

“We forgot the condom.”

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a/n: ok cuz i’m scared and nervous to post this but imma do it anyway THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT i hope it’s okayyy i feel like it was so sped up and im mad about it but let’s ignore that 0-0 hope you like ittttttttttt (im so scared right now you shut up)

ppl to tag: @zomb-1-egutzz

(sorry if u didn’t wanna be tagged for this LMAO)

#carl grimes #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes the walking dead #carl grimes smut #the walking dead carl #twd carl

[beom-pyu]

lust for life ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader (choi yeonjun x fem!reader) , tags: non idol au , friends to lovers , one-sided crushes , pining , fluff , nsfw , angst , friend!taehyun , bff!yeonjun , roommate!yeonjun , college au , one-sided crushes , angst , pink-haired taehyun because why not, reader is a little ditzy but you mean well!! , pwp

warnings: smut (minors dni) , cursing , fingering , drinking , service top!taehyun (i need to spread this agenda please hear me out) , unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) , sane and consensual! , car sex (i have an obsession) , reader is going thru it

"in these stolen moments, the world is mine. there's nobody here—just us together. keepin' me hot like july forever."

a/n: hiii it's been a while! i've had this in the drafts for a little bit and i finally finished it yayyyy!! also happy 520+ in just a little over a month??? ily guys with all of my heart :,,,) i hope u enjoy!!! (this has only been proofread once so plz excuse any mistakes!)

wc: 8.17k

you’ve never been a fan of pancakes. in fact, you had even won an online debate about how waffles are the better breakfast food back in middle school on some weird forum site. pancakes are just too starchy, too flimsy, and way too bland. you’d rather eat sand than willingly go out of your way to devour a plate of pancakes.

but as yeonjun hand feeds you a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made for your “friendiversary” (the friendship anniversary that you guys celebrate every year), you decide right then and there that you have become a pancake connoisseur—a devotee… a fanatic, if you will.

you hum in delight, clapping your hands in appreciation as you chew the slice of doughy goodness. yeonjun watches your reaction with hopeful eyes—those fox-like eyes, shining as the daylight from the kitchen window hits his irises, a chocolate brown ring hidden in the center. you think you can get lost in them forever: the way they bunch up when he smiles widely, the way his eyelashes frame them beautifully, the way they seem to display any and every emotion he feels. those captivating, enchanting eyes.

“does it taste okay?” yeonjun asks, his soft voice snapping you back into reality. you’re nodding quickly before you even realize it, giving him two thumbs up as you swallow the food. 

“i didn’t know you were a pancake expert,” you joke, picking up your own fork to grab a strawberry off of your plate. yeonjun shakes his head with a faint smile, pushing around the food on his plate as he watches you eat.

“i just threw some things together. guess i’m just a natural, huh?” his voice is filled with feign cockiness and you find yourself giggling at the way he leans back in his seat with his arms behind his head like some 90s chick-flick jock.

he looks especially good today—you don’t know if it’s just the warm feelings surrounding your friendiversary, or if it’s the way the sun rays frame his figure, creating a halo effect around his body. he’s perfect in your eyes; his black hair falls beautifully around his face, and his cheeks are naturally flushed pink from the warm air of your shared apartment. his lips are glossy with some syrup residue and you wish for nothing more than to kiss it off of him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as your hands find their way to his—

“—ift today, so i have to go in. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

you blink, tilting your head a bit as you rip your attention from his lips. “sorry, what did you say?”

yeonjun sighs with a small, apologetic smile, bouncing his fork in his hands. “there was no one who could cover my shift for our friendiversary, so i still have to work today.”

his voice is filled with so much guilt, and despite the deep disappointment you feel in your chest, you don’t want to make him feel any worse. he doesn’t deserve to feel that way. you guys have celebrated your friendiversary every single year for the past decade and a half. from visiting the aquarium in sixth grade, to go-karting in ninth, to climbing onto the rooftop of your apartment complex to stargaze last year; you guys have done it all. there’s nothing wrong with cutting one short, right?

“oh, that’s okay! i… i still have some cramming i need to do, so that’ll definitely keep me busy.” you wave your hand to dismiss him with a small smile before quickly spooning another strawberry into your mouth to cover up the falter of your lips. yeonjun’s shoulders untense with relief, nudging your foot under the table—the action is quick to summon butterflies in your stomach, a small warmth rising to your face from the short contact. 

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?” and any hint of dismay in your body dissipates with the lopsided smile he sends your way, too distracted by the fluttery stuttering of your heart and the way those eyes glimmer in the morning sunlight.

“i’m going to die.”

“you’re not going to die.”

“yes, i am. i’m going to die and it’ll be all your fault.”

taehyun deadpans you as you dramatically drape yourself across the library table, whining with your cheek pressed against the cool wood. today was supposed to be your friendiversary, and now here you are, face to face with your friend (and calculus tutor) in your stuffy campus library.

you mentally curse the current recession—yeonjun could’ve had the day off to cuddle and watch movies with you, but now he’s holed up in a dumb, understaffed clothing store. 

on top of it all, calculus seems to always have the ability to literally melt your brain through your ears, feeling yourself growing more and more delirious with every number and formula you write down. there’s a reason why you’re an english major.

taehyun simply watches you throw your contained fit, his demeanor blank with the slightest hint of amusement—he’s definitely used to it by now. with one final huff, you lift your head up, grabbing your pencil with vigor as you straighten your back.

“okay, let’s do this.”

a tiny puff of laughter fills the space around you as taehyun’s lips quirk up at your immediate change of pace, his eyebrows raised with entertainment.

“you sure you don’t need another minute?” he teases you with a sly smile and you give him a tiny glare in return.

“not everyone is a mathematical nerd like you, kang,” you retort, but the words are light and airy—it’s easy to banter with taehyun. you’ve known him since your freshman year, meeting him by chance at this exact library during exam season. you approached him first—he had on a t-shirt of a band you like a little too much and with your extroverted nature, you cracked through his shell quickly. 

you two would be complete opposites if it weren’t for the fact that you have so much in common with each other. he’s like the less talkative, “critically thinking”’version of you—he balances you out perfectly and you’re incredibly thankful to have a friend like him. he’s always open to listen to your rambling, help you out when you’re struggling in one of your classes, and provide silent company when you don’t want to be alone. 

you’re especially grateful that he willingly offered to help you prepare for your upcoming exams, knowing how scatterbrained you get when it comes to studying—and by the time it hits 5 p.m, you’re officially burnt out, unable to intake any more explanations of radians and whatnot. 

taehyun notices your attention drifting as you chew on the end of your pen, a tiny and fond smile falling onto his face. 

“how about we call it a day?” taehyun asks as he closes his textbook. you immediately brighten up, nodding aggressively—taehyun quietly laughs at your enthusiasm.

“wanna get something to eat? i think i’m actually going to die after all of this now.” you motion to the mess of paper and notes in front of you, hearing taehyun hum in agreement. you pack up quickly as you randomly stuff your papers into their proper (see: random) folders, ready to get some food in your stomach as you tell taehyun about this new show you’ve started watching. he listens intently, nodding along to your breakdown of the plot—you speak way too fast for anything to be even the slightest bit comprehensible, but your eagerness makes up for any lost translations.

the air is warm on your skin when you exit the library, soaking up the heat as you fall into step with taehyun next to you. as brutal as finals season is on you, it does leave one positive in your mind—summer is coming. 

you had planned a trip with yeonjun to your hometown for the first few weeks of summer—just the two of you with no distractions of work and assignments. alone. together. you were going to confess during this trip; you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t chicken out this time. you have liked yeonjun for years, ever since middle school, but you’ve been too afraid of losing him to actually tell him the truth about your feelings—but this is it. this will be the summer you tell him everything. you beam at the thought, already feeling giddy at just the idea. 

“watcha thinking about?” 

taehyun’s inquisitive voice enters your ears and you turn your head to look over at him. he’s already watching you, his big eyes focused on the goofy smile on your face. your neck heats up with embarrassment at the prospect of being caught daydreaming about your best friend, shaking your head.

“nothing, really. i just love when the sun’s out,” you speak, looking up to the clear sky as you silently applaud yourself for that on-the-spot excuse. you can still feel taehyun’s eyes on your face, but you brush it off as your phone rings in your hand. 

you look down at the caller i.d., your heart jumping at the giant display of letters that spell out “junnie bug”. his contact photo takes up your entire screen and you’re sure taehyun sees it as well—it’s a selfie yeonjun took when he used one of your hello kitty headbands to wash his face, his lips puckered up in a kissy face with a v by his eyes, winking at the camera. god, he’s so cute. 

quick to answer the phone, you press the device to your ear with a small smile on your lips, muttering out a quiet hello.

“hey, where are you right now?”

you scan the area, realizing you’re closing in on one of the campus restaurants, one you and yeonjun frequent weekly. 

“i’m about to grab dinner. why?” the line is quiet for a beat as you hear some shuffling and jingling before yeonjun finally responds.

“i got off early! come eat with me. i brought your favorite~” yeonjun sing-songs through the speaker of your phone. you pout a bit, glancing up at taehyun whose hands are shoved in his pocket as he looks off into the distance, giving you privacy to speak.

“i’m actually with taehyun right now…”

yeonjun makes a small, whiny sound, quick to intervene. “but it’s our friendiversary! plus, i have something i’ve been waiting to tell you.”

your heart stops in your chest for a moment as the words reach your ears, feeling the world around you slow down.

yeonjun has something to tell you.

he has something he's been waiting to tell you.

you try not to overthink it, but you can’t stop the conclusion from jumping into your head.

he’s going to confess. he’s going to confess!

you bite back a small squeal as you gain your composure, your eyes flickering over to taehyun once again. he’s a few steps behind you and you already feel bad for what you’re about to do—but yeonjun has something to tell you and your best friend always comes first.

(especially when he’s going to confess to you!)

“okay, i’ll be there soon! love you, junnie.”

“love you too. see you in a bit.”

and then the line goes silent. you try to hide your wide grin as you turn on your heel towards taehyun who stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side at your excited demeanor. 

“hey, can we make a reign check? i’m really sorry,” you pout as you speak, but taehyun doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, nodding his head.

“yea, that’s okay. seems like you have somewhere important to be.” the small smile he gives you seems a little forced, but you’re too blinded by the excitement pooling in your gut to linger on it. you make a small happy noise, reaching out to pat taehyun’s arm softly.

“i’ll pay for dinner next time—pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky and taehyun’s eyes follow your hand, smiling a bit at the action.

“what, are we twelve?” he teases and you huff, gently jabbing your pinky into his arm. 

“pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust and commitment!” you declare with a self-assured nod. taehyun hesitates for a moment as he gives you an unreadable look before his warm pinky hooks onto yours, your thumbs pressing together in a silent seal. 

“thank you, kind sir,” you say in a horrible british accent and the corners of taehyun’s eyes crinkle in that darling way they do when he smiles. “i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, bye!”

if taehyun watches your figure retreat until you’ve disappeared around the corner of the communications building, and a short while after you’re already gone—well, that’s for only him to know.

you’re nervous, you realize as you wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt, taking in a deep breath as you stand outside of your apartment. one would think you’d be prepared for this, considering how many sleepless nights you’ve tossed and turned imagining this exact moment. the exact moment when yeonjun tells you, to your face, that he has been in love with you for years—and you would confirm that you feel the same way, and all would be well and dandy and you’d finally be able to breathe.

but your breath gets caught in your lungs the moment you see yeonjun sitting on the couch with a movie paused on the screen, all of your favored dishes from your favorite takeout place laid out in an array on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. time moves in slow motion when his head turns towards you as you walk through the front door, those butterflies making their way back to your belly the moment his eyes lock onto yours.

he’s always so gorgeous—even after being on his feet for hours due to his long shift, he still manages to look positively effortless. his plush lips are slightly parted in a wide smile as he beckons you over, his hair bouncing on his forehead at the movement. he’s shining, the sunset casting a wonderful glow over the living room, making his pristine skin look even more angelic than it usually does.

you’re in love. you’re absolutely, absolutely enamored with the man in front of you. 

it’s like a scene in a movie as you take a seat on the couch next to him, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders, pulling you into a tight side hug and… oh goodness, he smells so amazing. he’s had the same signature scent for years—a sweet grapefruit with hints of cedar and black currant. intoxicating, alluring. you subtly inhale as you bury your face in his shoulder, letting yourself bask in his warmth. his comfort.

you feel his body rumble with quiet laughter at the way you cling to him, his free hand coming up to pinch your cheek fondly. 

“hello to you too,” he speaks and you pop your head up to smile at him.

“i missed you. i think i lost half of my sanity after that study session,” you mumble as you pull your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself closer to yeonjun’s side.

“wasn’t taehyun there to help, though?” yeonjun questions as he massages the back of your neck. you hum in response, your eyes slipping shut as your body relaxes.

“he’s the only reason i didn’t actually go insane,” you groan and yeonjun laughs a bit at your theatrics. “but enough of that. it’s friendiversary time!”

you try to ignore the anticipation bubbling in your chest as the night goes on. yeonjun seems to have pushed the “something” he’s been “waiting” to tell you to the back burner of his mind, laughing and joking around as per usual as some corny 2000s chick flick plays on the t.v. screen. you’re painfully aware though, your eyes glancing over at him during every bout of prolonged silence, trying to egg him on with subtle words—and by the time the movie finally ends, you think he’s forgotten completely.

but then he turns his body towards you, and if you weren’t already hyperfocused on his entire presence, you would’ve missed the way he takes a subtle deep breath, silently preparing himself for whatever he’s about to tell you. naturally, your body faces him as well, your hands in your lap as you dismiss the rapid pounding of your heart in your chest. 

it’s finally happening.

yeonjun cracks a small smile to break the growing tension in the room and you swoon at the way his cheeks bunch up in that adorable way they do.

“soooo,” he starts and you can’t help but to smile a bit at his unusually awkward demeanor—choi yeonjun, you’re choi yeonjun, is actually nervous right now. something about it makes you feel a little fluttery; just the sight of his face reddening makes your stomach flip. he’s so cute.

“soooo…?” you echo, nudging his knee with yours. he chuckles a bit, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“remember how i said there’s something i’ve been waiting to tell you?” he speaks slowly as if he’s thinking of every word he says before they exit his mouth. you nod, trying to hide your growing grin. “so, um…”

this is it. this is it. your days of pining are finally over. you’ll be able to kiss, hug, and love yeonjun all you want, as loudly as you want. you’ll finally be his.

“i think i’m going to throw up from the suspense,” you blurt out and your words help to lighten the mood, yeonjun laughing again as his hand drops back down to his lap. 

“i guess i’ll just say it then,” he inhales once before his next sentence tumbles off of his lips like an avalanche, destroying your world with every passing millisecond. you’re dunked underwater as your breath hitches in your throat, your hearing muffled as you watch yeonjun’s lips move, but none of it reaches your ears.

you can’t think. you don’t want to think. it’s all too sudden and you feel your hands tremble slightly in your lap as yeonjun’s eyes fill with adoration as he talks about the girl from his fashion department. 

“we’re official. me and eunbin… we’re dating.”

he’s so happy as he lulls on about the exact moment everything happened; the way her eyes lit up, the way she jumped into his arms, the way she kissed him on the lips. how she’s so smart and mature. how she’s beautiful and confident and charming in every way. how she’s exactly what he needs at this point in his life. 

how she isn’t you.

you have always kind of been aware of the fact that the girl had a crush on yeonjun. she’d always be by his side walking through campus, hanging off his arm like a koala, overly affectionate with skinship. but yeonjun was friendly too, and he’s touchy with all of his friends—it’s his love language. you’ve never thought too much of it seeing as yeonjun always returns home to you. cuddling you at night when you can’t sleep. cooking you breakfast and dinner almost every day. matching outfits with you. staying up late to talk with you. 

you were just too stupid—too naive… too blinded by your own infatuation with the man to realize that his eyes weren’t set on you this entire time. you were just his comfort. his roommate. his best friend. and nothing more.

you aren’t sure if you’re still present in your body—it feels as if you’re watching the entire scene from afar, somewhere high up in the clouds. away from yeonjun. away from yourself. 

you want to cry, already feeling a lump form in your throat as your waterline burns with tears, but yeonjun’s smile is the widest you’ve seen it be in a while, and those eyes… those same eyes you’ve found yourself getting lost in one too many times… they’re so big and bright tonight as he rambles on about this girl. this girl who is everything you’re not. 

it feels as if your heart shrivels up and falls into your stomach right then, fighting to make a smile form on your trembling lips. you want to be joyful for your best friend—you really do—but it just hurts so, so much and you’re about to break at any second.

“i’m so happy for you, junnie,” you mumble out quietly, positive that if you speak any louder, your voice will crack and give it all away. yeonjun directs that endearing smile your way and you feel your heart break even more.

“thank you, y/n. you’re… you’re the first person i’ve told so i was a little nervous. thank you, really.” yeonjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into a hug. it should’ve been warm and cherished, filling you with nothing but precious feelings—but you can’t help that ice-cold feeling that washes over you as you inhale his citrusy cologne, patting his back with a shaky hand. when he pulls away, he has this little dazed smile on his face—he’s definitely thinking about her—and your gut churns with the ickiest feeling you’ve ever felt. 

“you know it’s hard for me to open up to people,” he continues, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can sit here while holding in your tears. “but with her, it’s just like… it’s so natural and easy. she reminds me of you, actually. she always understands me in the way that you do.”

no, she doesn’t. 

“i’m glad,” you mutter out and he doesn’t even process your short response, too busy lost in thought as he smiles down at his lap. 

you can’t. you can’t. 

“‘m gonna go to the bathroom,” you speak, standing before he even acknowledges your words. your tears are already falling down your cheeks as soon as you turn your back to him, your legs moving quicker than the speed of light as you shut the bathroom door behind you, letting it all rush out. 

you muffle your quick breathing with the sleeve of your sweater so yeonjun can’t hear—you don’t want to ruin this moment for him. he’s still your best friend, and he deserves all of the happiness in the world. but you’re selfish and your heart hurts a little too much; all of those years of pining and chasing… 

this truly sucks.

you don’t know how long you sit in there, but it must’ve been long enough for yeonjun to become worried seeing as a knock soon sounds from the door.

“y/n, you okay?”

you quickly pat your cheeks dry with your palm, nodding your head before remembering he can’t see you from the other side of the wall.

“yeah, ‘m just getting ready for bed!” you call out, cringing slightly at your hoarse voice. hearing an affirmative hum from yeonjun in the hallway, you turn on the sink to wash the tear tracks from your face. 

now this is definitely a friendiversary to remember.

taehyun has always had a knack for being incredibly perceptive—you like to call it his “kitty senses”, the way his nose twitches cutely when he spots something in the distance, or the way he perks up when he hears something interesting. he always seems to be aware of the space and those around him, noticing the little things, and paying close attention to detail. maybe that’s the reason why he blinks so little; he’s always keeping an eye out for the minuscule things people usually overlook.

so when your laugh isn’t quite as full as it usually is, and your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes, and your fingers keep fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket—taehyun knows something is up.

it’s not like you’re not trying to hide it. you had made sure to put on extra concealer that morning to hide your sleepy eyes from your lack of sleep, which is useless because already sure you’ll be crying it off by the end of the day. you try to joke around with taehyun as usual, but you can’t seem to stop your mind from drifting. 

it hurts—it hurts so bad, and as much as you wish to just accept reality and move on, some part of you still wants to believe that this is all a dream. some horrible, horrible joke the universe decided to play on you. you just want it to all be over.

taehyun’s over at your place today. yeonjun has work until 6 and you really don’t think you can bring yourself to leave the dark, brooding coven that has become your bedroom, so you came up with a flimsy excuse of the library being too hot to study in today.

“let’s take a break,” taehyun’s voice sounds from your desk, successfully making you look up from where you’re laid stomach down on your bed. in all honesty, you’ve been repeatedly reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes, drawing the conclusion that you’re definitely not going to get anything done today. 

you sigh with a small nod, moving to sit crisscross as you shut your laptop, feeling your shoulders slump. taehyun’s watching you—you can feel his eyes follow your movement as you move your laptop to your bedside table, your lips adorning a permanent frown. 

you don’t even bother to check your phone as you flop backward onto your bed; it’s not yeonjun’s fault that you feel this way—you know that. he’s not responsible for the way your stomach swoops when he smiles, or the way your skin tingles when his hand lingers on your face for a little too long. it’s your fault for jumping to conclusions, for seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.

it’s your fault for falling for him so hard. 

and here comes that feeling again; that lump in your throat, the churning of your insides, the sting behind your eyes. too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t process the dip in your bed as taehyun takes a seat next to you.

“are you alright?”

his voice is oh so soft as you turn your head to look at him—those big eyes scan over your body as he tries to read what’s wrong, seeing his kitty senses working a thousand miles a second. you catch the way his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch you, but his body is stiff with uncertainty.

you almost want to cry simply at the way he so obviously cares, his brows knit together, eyes searching yours for an answer you aren’t giving him. he’s lovely, you render, as you scoot over to give him some space to slip in next to you as you curl up to his side. it’s nothing new; you’re used to sharing a bed with taehyun to get in quick power naps during cramming, or to scroll through your phones in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. 

but something feels different this time as he wraps his arm around you, his fingers tickling your arm. your head rests on his shoulder while your index finger draws random patterns on his chest, his black t-shirt bunching and scrunching up with the movement. it’s quiet as he strokes your arm, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise to your sensitive skin. you don’t realize how bad you need this—the warmth of his body is so nice and you can already feel your walls coming down as you sniffle, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“‘m gonna get your shirt all wet,” you mumble, and taehyun just laughs a bit, resting his head on top of yours.

“i don’t mind,” he replies quietly and you immediately break, the dam collapsing as your tears soak into his shirt, accepting all of the untamed emotions running wild inside of your body. taehyun holds you silently and gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt at solace. 

heartbreak is a weird, weird thing. it feels like you’re yearning for something that you know you’ll never have. craving the touch of someone you’ll never be able to hug and kiss and love in the way you want to. you don’t believe you’ve ever felt anything like this before.

so you let yourself cry, and cry, and cry as taehyun nuzzles his cheek into your hair—a silent reminder that he’s still right here next to you.

he doesn’t ask any questions, and in a way, you’re thankful for that. what would you even say? your bestfriend broke your heart even though you guys were never together in the first place? it sounds ridiculous in any way you can think of wording it, so you bask in the silence as you let everything out.

by the time your tears slow down, your fingers are clenching the front of taehyun’s shirt like a lifeline… and he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need. you don’t know what you have ever done to deserve a friend like him. always ready to catch you when you fall, giving reassurance when you need it, and always prepared to lend a helping hand. 

you find yourself lifting your head to find taehyun’s eyes already on you, his hand slipping from your arm to your waist at your movement. his eyes are clouded with apprehension, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess right now with your swollen eyes and tear-stained skin. but there is something left unsaid in the air as your eyes trail down to his pink lips; his hand grips your waist a little tighter, his big eyes flickering quickly between yours.

his eyes are different than yeonjun’s—while yeonjun’s are filled with memories of home and familiarity, taehyun’s are present and swirling with unadulterated want. he wants to be here with you. 

everything is muted save for your air conditioning, the quiet hum from the fan of taehyun’s laptop sitting on your desk, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

you shouldn’t do it. you know this is a bad, bad, bad idea. you’re still not over yeonjun—you’re not ready to move on yet. but that feeling of heartbreak and pure longing wraps around your brain and you just need something, someone to make it all pause. the feeling of taehyun’s hand on your waist is grounding as his thumb brushes over your your clothed skin, his dark brown irises still fixated on you, waiting. and waiting. and waiting.

your lips are on his before you can give anything another thought. 

he kisses you as delicately as he holds you, giving you the lead, and allowing you to take whatever you want from him. his lips are incredibly soft—you taste his vanilla and peppermint chapstick on your tongue, getting lost in the slightly tingly sensation. your mind is hazy as your hand trails up from his chest to the side of his neck, feeling his pulse under the pads of your fingers, pressing closer to him to deepen the kiss.

his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in silent permission and you gladly give in, parting your lips for him. a quiet moan slips out as his free hand tugs your thigh over his waist, moving you to straddle him. his body is firm and sturdy underneath you, your hands falling to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

it should end here… it really should—but then taehyun tilts his head and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and his hands are so heavy and pleasant on your waist and you’re reminded of citrus and home and…

he pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stares up at your figure.

“y/n…”

his breathy voice quickly makes you come to your senses.

guilt overrides your body as you realize—you just took advantage of your friend’s kindness and company, all because of your own stupid feelings. a grave emotion washes over you as you shake your head, quickly moving off of his body as taehyun sits up.

because only then does it dawn on you that you were pretending taehyun’s lips were yeonjun’s.

“hey, hey, it’s okay—”

“no, i can’t—fuck, i’m so sorry, taehyun,” you spill out as you climb off of him, creating distance between the two of you, unable to meet his hurt eyes. you don’t want to cry again, but the stinging behind your eyes comes back in full force. the shame is too much; taehyun is so kind and you just—you used him for temporary validation. “you should… you should go.”

taehyun is silent and you see him nod in the peripheral of your vision, lingering for a second before he slips off of your bed. he’s quiet and quick as he collects his things, and your eyes only watch his figure once his back is turned toward you. you try to pretend you don’t notice the weighted gaze he gives you before leaving. 

it’ll give you one less thing to cry about tonight.

you need another drink.

the slight buzz in your body is not enough to blur out the sight in front of you as you lean against the wall holding a plastic cup tightly in your hand. you’ve never really had a problem with pda—if couples want to show their admiration for each other in public, then so be it. it isn’t any of your business, truly.

but now, your stomach seems to lurch as you watch eunbin kiss up yeonjun’s neck, sitting prettily in his lap on the living room couch as yeonjun smiles that perfect smile at something she whispers in his ear. theoretically, you can simply look away, or walk away, even—but your feet stay planted where they are as your hands shake slightly. 

you aren’t sure how long heartbreak is supposed to linger, or how long it should take before you stop thinking about how that could’ve been you… should’ve been you. jealousy is one hell of an emotion, and you try your absolute best to keep it at bay; yeonjun owes you nothing, but the spite eats away at you as you bring your nearly empty drink back up to your lips. 

a body shuffles up next to you, but you don’t pay them any mind, your ears ringing with the pulse of the music reverberating through the walls. you’re definitely not drunk enough to enjoy the atmosphere, too hyperfocused on the way yeonjun’s head tips back in a hearty laugh as eunbin swats at his chest playfully. 

“you look like you need some air.”

your head whips to the side at the words, coming face-to-face with taehyun, his eyes holding a type of intensity you’ve never seen before. a dejected laugh leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, nodding slightly in response. 

“yeah, i probably do.”

taehyun’s hand is slipping into yours before you can even process his grip, tugging you towards the front door of the house. there aren’t too many people in the front yard—just a small group passing a blunt on the porch, someone in an intense argument on the phone, and a few people loitering by their cars. 

you follow taehyun to the steps of the porch, taking a seat on the cement. it’s dark out, but the air is still slightly humid, making your skin feel sticky and warm. taehyun’s hand is still in yours as you scoot closer to him to allow some people to walk up the other half of the steps, your thigh pressing against his. 

he’s silent as he looks ahead, and you can feel tension filling in the space around you both. it’s been a couple of weeks since you two have spoken—you’ve felt too guilty to face him after that kiss, but now you find yourself looking over at his figure. maybe the alcohol is working better than you thought.

his brows are slightly furrowed, one of his legs bouncing up and down incessantly. the low glow of the porch light illuminates him in a way that makes it impossible to look away, your eyes trailing from his cat-like eyes, to the slope of his nose, to his soft lips. 

his soft lips.

you rip your eyes away from them. you aren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“y/n, did i do something wrong?” taehyun questions quietly, his eyes finally landing on your face. there’s something cloudy and uncertain behind them, something that you can’t quite put a name to.

“no, taehyun, you didn’t—it’s not your fault. i’m just…” you sigh, your gaze focusing on the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “there’s a lot on my mind right now.”

taehyun nods slowly, turning his head away from you again. 

“is there anything i can do to help?”

he doesn’t mention the kiss. he doesn’t mention the way you’ve practically been avoiding his existence. 

you don’t know if it’s your tipsy state, or if it’s the way his body heat radiates onto you or the way his eyes flicker back up to yours when you’re quiet for a second—but then you catch the way they travel down to your lips and you’re in the backseat of his car in the blink of an eye.

it’s warm, too warm, as you straddle his lap, your hands tangled into his hair as he kisses down your neck, hands on your hips to steady you. you don’t want to think anymore—you don’t want to hang onto something you’ll never have.

so you let taehyun distract you at this moment.

“you can use me however you’d like,” he breathes out heavily as your hands come to rest on his chest. “use me to get over him.”

your body stiffens as the words slip out of his mouth, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the car. 

“how… how did you…?” your voice is breathless as you trail off, the corners of his lips quirking up into a sad smile.

“i’ve always noticed the way you look at him, y/n.”

your eyes are unfocused in the low light as you gaze at taehyun’s state, his pupils blown wide in the darkness of the car, only a side of his face lit up golden from the street lights outside. his lips are bright pink and bitten raw, his fading pink hair messy and falling onto his forehead in fluffy waves. he’s always been gorgeous, a fact you could never deny, but in this moment, he looks absolutely unreal.

sudden guilt fills your chest at the thought, shaking your head quickly.

“i can’t do that to you, taehyun,” you replied weakly. he’s shaking his head now, his big hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your soft skin delicately.

“i want you to. i hate seeing you like this,” his hand drops down to cover one of yours, feeling his chest rise and fall under your palm. “i’ll do anything you want me to, y/n. you just have to say the words.”

his voice is low and faint, gazing at you with his pretty brown eyes. they flicker in between yours, trying to read the emotions on your face in the limited light. you nibble on your lip as you feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, your mind scattered and dizzy.

“please. let me help you.”

a hot flash courses through your body at the pure desperation in his voice—and something in you snaps at that exact moment, your lips crashing onto his vanilla and peppermint ones. the kiss is messy and feverish as your hands run up and down his torso, teeth clashing with the vehemence of it all. you feel his hands drop to your hips, holding you down onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, running across your teeth, swiping across your lips. he tastes like cheap liquor, and you’re sure you do too, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.

you press down on him, your hands running over his toned stomach, up to his pecs, over his shoulders; anything you can reach. you shut your mind off, not letting yourself focus on anything other than taehyun taehyun taehyun taehyun.

he’s moving you, you realize as your back presses against the cool leather of his back seat. he doesn’t break the kiss once as he hovers over you, hiking your skirt up to run his hand up your leg, running his nails over the sensitive skin of your thigh. you allow your legs to fall open so he can comfortably slot himself in between them, feeling his bulge press against your pulsing core just right. 

a faint gasp leaves your lips as he grinds against your clothed cunt, already feeling yourself leaking through the thin fabric. one of your legs wraps around him to pull him even closer to you, drowning out all of your senses with the scent of his cologne, his hair tickling your cheek as he kisses down your neck. his hand leaves your thigh to slip under your top before his fingers dance over your stomach, brushing over your bra—admiring every inch of you as you arch up into his touch.

“tell me what you want, baby,” he pants against your neck, nipping the flesh there. you stifle a moan as his fingers brush over the wet spot on your panties. “come on, use your words.”

“i want… fuck—i want your fingers in me.” 

he’s quick to obey, pushing your panties to the side to rub his middle finger up and down your dripping slit, a low groan leaving his lips as your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the pink strands to hurry him up.

you moan softly as he slips his first finger in, curling it upwards as he pumps in and out of your clenching hole. the car is filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt, his heavy pants, and your moans as he finger fucks you, slipping in another two easily with how wet you are. his fingers are incredibly long and slender, reaching parts of you that you’ve never been able to hit by yourself. 

when his lips find yours again, it’s much slower, his fingers matching the restrained pace as he kisses you deeply, devouring all of your little noises. your hips buck up as his thumb rubs circles onto your swollen clit, your fingers tightening in his hair.

he seems to be in no rush as he takes you apart slowly, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly as you leak onto his seat, body shaking with pleasure. there’s a small smile resting on his lips when he pulls back to peer down at you, taking in the way your lips part and your brows furrow as he speeds up, pressing down on your clit just right.

you can’t control the noises leaving your lips as you grind onto his hand, chasing your high as he pumps into you. his actions don’t slow down when he moves up to capture your lips again, curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb rubs your clit. you grab his biceps, needing something to ground you as you feel your impending orgasm rushing upon you. 

“taehyun—fuck, ‘m cumming…”

he swallows all of your moans as you tip over the edge, your back arching up into his hold as white fills your vision. you can hear the gentle praise leaving his lips through the ringing of your ears, your body left feeling fuzzy and warm as his fingers slow before gradually pulling out of your sensitive hole. 

“so good for me,” he mutters against your lips, his own traveling down your jaw. you feel dizzy as you catch your breath, leaning into his touch.

“i need you,” you mumble as he lifts his head to catch your gaze. he looks completely enamored, his big eyes glossy, reflecting the light from the street lamps outside.  “i need you in me. fuck me, taehyun.”

 he smiles before sitting back to undo his pants. “anything you want, baby.”

it’s all a blur as he’s back on top of you again, his length hard and throbbing against his stomach as he captures your lips again. his hands roam every piece of your skin he can touch, sucking marks onto your collarbone. claiming you.

you reach down to grab his heavy dick in your hand, stroking him a few times. he sighs lowly in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement that just turns you on even more. it’s hard to be patient when taehyun is bucking up into your hand, your mind clouding up by his hot tongue trailing over your skin. he seems to sense your urgency, placing one last kiss on your lips before lining up with your entrance.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against yours. the heat radiating from his body manages to make your clothed, scorching skin even warmer, moaning out softly once you feel him push into you. his eyes flutter shut as you clench around him. “fuck—you feel so good.”

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he slowly thrusts into you, wrapping your other leg around his waist as if it would bring you impossibly closer to him. your fingers tangle gently in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.

soft grunts leave his lips once he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the muffled music in the distance. your eyes are half-lidded as you strain to keep them open, wanting to watch the way his jaw clenches and his brows furrow. it’s all too much as you take in the fluttery tickles of his lips on your cheek and jaw, the way he stretches you out with his thick cock, the way his hands tightly grip onto your waist as if you could disappear at any moment. 

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of his hips snapping against yours perfectly. he kisses you once more before he leans back, hands slipping down your hips to fuck you even harder, the car rocking with his strokes. you can’t control your sounds anymore, getting closer and closer to the edge with every move. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters — his grip on you is tight, and you know there would be marks to cover up by the morning. 

“‘m so close,” you squeak out as he intertwines one of your hands, his other forearm resting by your head to lean down to kiss your lips again. 

“me too, baby,” he speaks against your lips, his hips stuttering. “you’re so perfect, y/n, fuck.”

you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his words tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as you clench around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action, his moans high and breathy in your ear as you cum together.

it takes you a second to come back to your surroundings, blinking your eyes open to see taehyun watching you, silently stroking your hair. he’s still nestled inside of you, but you don’t really mind. he leans down to capture your lips again—it’s passionate and unrushed as he tries to convey every single emotion he’s feeling, his hands coming up to cradle your face. 

you can’t think of anything other than the way your heart flutters as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as his eyes open to gaze into yours. 

“thank you,” you whisper, your stomach swooping as he smiles, that dimple on his right cheek peeking out in the darkness.

“don’t thank me,” and his voice is dripping with so much sincerity, you find yourself unable to look away from his eyes, your hand coming up to rest on top of his. with a small giggle, you glance down at your intertwined bodies.

“i think we should clean up,” you speak light-heartedly as your nose brushes taehyun’s, and he lets out a small puff of laughter, nodding in agreement.

you don’t know what any of this means anymore—how your heart flutters at the way taehyun gently cleans you up before pulling you back in his lap to kiss you silly, how he drives you home, walking you up to your door with your fingers interlaced with his. how you linger for a moment, not wanting to leave his side so soon even though you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to unlock the front door.

but all you know is that yeonjun doesn’t cross your mind again for the rest of the night.

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Keepin’ Secrets (Choi Beomgyu)

Preview -The voice on the other side of the room made your heart stop, the world moving in slow motion. Your hands flew to the blanket, attempting to find some sort of coverage for your exposed body. “Don’t get shy now,” Beomgyu stepped deeper into the room.

Contains - brothers best friend!beomgyu, slight corruption kink, teasing, ruined orgasm, masturbation, its implied that beomgyu is older than the reader, nonidol!au, some nipple play, unprotected sex 18+ MDI !! 

word count - 3.4k/unedited

You sighed and checked your phone once again. School had gotten out over an hour ago and you were still waiting for your brother to pick you up. Countless text messages and phone calls, even one to your mom who was unfortunately out of town and unable to do anything other than what you had already tried. You could hear distant thunder, dark clouds rolling in as the sun was beginning to set. 

“What the fuck dude?” You groaned as the call went to voicemail, once again. “Y/B/N I hope you listen to this voicemail and feel bad about leaving your only sibling out in the rain!” You hung up the call and tightened the straps on your bag. You pulled your hood up, hoping that it might save you some discomfort as you began the walk home in the light rain. 

The light rain soon turned into a downpour, soaking you down to your underwear. Your jeans stuck to your legs, the fabric clinging to the skin in the most nauseating way. A nice, hot shower was definitely in your future.  

A long, uncomfortable walk later and you were finally at your front door. Your brother's car, the one you two were supposed to share, was parked outside in the driveway. You busted through the front door, cheeks and ears hot with rage. You threw your sopping wet backpack to the ground next to the pile of shoes in the entrance and stared your brother down from where he was sat on the couch. 

“Damn, what the fuck happened to you?” He stifled a laugh. 

“What happened to me?” You asked angrily, kicking your shoes off. You peeled your socks off and they hit the floor with a loud ‘plop!’. “What happened to me? You were supposed to pick me up from school, oh I don’t know, two hours ago? And instead you left me, outside, in the middle of a thunderstorm!” 

“Ah, shit, I forgot.” Your brother shrugged. “I’m ordering pizza for dinner, you can pick the place.” He offered. 

“You better let me pick the goddamn place.” You grumbled as you started up the stairs. 

“Gyu’s here by the way!” 

Of course. Was there ever a Friday that he wasn’t here? You couldn’t remember the last weekend your family had without Beomgyu tagging along. Family photos? Beomgyu. Celebration dinner? Beomgyu. Grandpa’s funeral? Fucking Beomgyu. Doesn’t he have his own family?

You couldn’t be mad at him though, not with his stupid smile and his stupid jokes. The way he would occasionally ruffle your hair while you did homework at the kitchen table. When he would show up to your school events earlier than your brother and give you a thumbs up from his spot in the audience. It made your heart flutter in the most confusing way.

You shut the bathroom door behind you, clicking the lock as you turned and sighed in the mirror. The rain had tangled your hair, the strands falling in front of your face in a tangled, wavy mess. You turned the shower on and stripped, peeling the itchy clothes from your skin. 

Stepping into the hot water nearly made you moan. The water washed away all the stress from school, all the nasty rain water, and relaxed the muscles you didn’t even know were tight. You let your eyes flutter shut and tried to just enjoy the hot water as it washed everything down the drain. 

Your mind began to wander the longer your eyes were closed. You ran your hands over your body, down your neck, across your chest, over the soft curves of your waist and hips. You couldn’t help but think of your brother's best friend, images of Beomgyu flashed behind your closed eyelids. Was this weird? Maybe. Was he cute though? Yes. No one had to know about your guilty pleasure. 

You bit your lip as your hand trailed down, dipping into the growing wetness between your legs. You let a small smile paint your face, a little whimper slipped past your lips. 

“Y/N?” A loud knock made you jump. “Hey, I gotta pee! No rush but I don��t wanna piss my pants!” Beomgyu’s voice echoed from outside the door. 

And, the fantasy was over. You sighed. “Ok! Give me five minutes!” 

“All yours.” You opened the bathroom door, steam escaping with you. Beomgyu was stood in the hall, playing on his phone. 

“Thank you!” He quickly shuffled past, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You made your way to your bedroom and dropped your towel as soon as the door shut behind you. Time for pajamas. 

A few hours passed before you heard a knock on your door. “Come in!” You called out, not bothering to move from where you had cozied up in your bed. Beomgyu stepped in, holding a pizza box and a liter of soda. 

“Delivery, m’lady.” He placed the pizza box on your bed and the soda on the nightstand. “Enjoy your gourmet meal, courtesy of Buddy’s Pizza.”

You laughed and sat up in the pile of pillows you had nestled into. “Thanks, Gyu.” 

“No problem, Y/N.” He turned on his heel, eyes catching the movie that was playing on your TV. “What’re you watching? Who is she?” He questioned, stood almost completely in front of your view of the screen.

“Gyu, I would love to tell you but unfortunately you make a better door than a window and I cannot see a single fucking thing with you standing there.” You pulled a slice of pizza out of the box and began to eat.

“Oh fuck, sorry.” He scootched to the side, settling into the desk chair next to your bed. “So why is she yelling at that old lady? What happened?” He reached over, feeling over your blanket before sneaking a hand into the pizza box. 

“Dude, paws off!” You smacked his wrist and he retreated, rubbing the red mark. “The old lady framed her and it caused her to lose the love of her life. It’s nearing the end of the movie though.” Your conversation was cut short with a scream for Beomgyu to come back downstairs. 

“Ah, heated Mario Kart match.” Beomgyu snapped out of his trance. “Lemme know how this ends though, I gotta go beat Y/B/N’s ass in Mario Kart.” He walked out, not before taking one more glance at the TV, and shut the door softly behind him. 

You were almost positive Beomgyu wasn’t interested in the movie at all, but the small amount of interest he showed you made your cheeks heat up and tummy do cartwheels. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up the sun is shining through the window and the pizza box has fallen to the floor. You groaned and shoved your head into your pillow, wishing for just five more minutes of sleep. The sleep never comes and instead you find yourself trudging down the stairs to the kitchen. 

“Go wake up Gyu for me.” Your brother demanded the second he saw you. The kitchen was trashed with pancake batter and eggshells. You rolled your eyes and stole a banana slice off the plate he was setting. 

“He’s your friend, why should I do it?” You questioned. 

“Because I’m older and mom left me in charge.” He retorted, replacing the stolen banana. “And I’ve slaved away in this kitchen to make you breakfast.” 

You huffed and turned around, mumbling underneath your breath as you made your way back up the stairs and into your brother's room. 

Sure enough, Beomgyu was still asleep, sprawled out on the makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. He’s dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His shirt has ridden up just enough to give you a little peak of his stomach, a light trail of hair leading from his belly button down the waistband of his pants. Your heart began to race a little at the exposed skin. 

You snapped out of your thoughts and decided to wake him. You could only imagine the teasing that would happen if he, or god forbid your brother, found you staring at him while he was asleep. You gently nudged him with your foot, giving him a few soft kicks in the side to wake him up. 

His face scrunched up slightly and he stretched before opening his eyes. A whine left his mouth as he stretched again and sat up. “Mornin’.” 

“Good morning, Y/B/N made breakfast so you better get downstairs before he inhales all of it.” You turned to leave, not wanting your mind to continue to race. 

The day went by fast, your brother had taken Beomgyu somewhere, you didn’t catch all the details, just enough to know they would be back that night. You decided to have a lazy day, relax with a face mask, maybe a nice shower. 

It was starting to get dark when you collapsed into bed. Home alone, no interruptions. You sighed and kicked your pajama shorts off, letting them fall to the floor. The butterflies in your tummy made you wet, and you couldn’t wait to begin. You trailed your hand down, fingers quickly finding the bundle of nerves seated between your legs. 

The image of Beomgyu in his pajamas was still fresh in your mind. The soft, tanned skin, the light trail of hair that dipped below his waistband, the imprint of his cock in those stupid flannel pants. You pretended you didn’t see it, the half-hard morning wood he was sporting at breakfast but you couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like in your hand, mouth, just touching you.

You let out a little whimper and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down to muffle your sounds. You had found the perfect balance of pressure and speed. The heat in your lower belly was growing and your heart was racing, so loud you could hear it in your ears. Your face grew hotter and hotter as time went on, sweat beading at your hairline. 

“A-ah..” You whined, moving feverishly in an attempt to get closer to release. “B-beomgyu,” You whimpered. That was a first, moaning your brother's best friend's name. It felt too good to moan though. His name rolled so easily off your tongue. 

“Yes?” 

The voice on the other side of the room made your heart stop, the world moving in slow motion. Your hands flew to the blanket, attempting to find some sort of coverage for your exposed body. 

“Don’t get shy now,” Beomgyu stepped deeper into the room. Your eyes scan his body. Was this a dream? No, no, was this a nightmare? He’s stood at the edge of your bed, eyes glazed over slightly, supporting a tent in his pants. “I know you were thinking about me, Y/N. Why don’t you continue? Or would you rather have me do the work?” 

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Y-you.” Your hands are shaking as Beomgyu gently peels the blanket off your lower half, once again exposing you. “Where’s Y/B/N?” It would only be a matter of time before he was calling for Beomgyu, or worse, came looking for you two. 

“Picking up dinner on the other side of town, we have time.” He crawled onto the bed, hands settling on your thighs. He squeezed the soft flesh, biting his lip as he did so. “Want me to touch you?” He questioned. His hands trailed up, fingers gently teasing the crease of your hip. 

“P-please.” You nodded. Beomgyu smiled and pressed his hands down, spreading your legs for him. You could feel your ears heat up, both from embarrassment and from how turned on you were. 

“Look at you, so wet.” He gently trailed his fingers over your lips, almost tickling you. “And all for me.” He took two fingers and gently spread you open, admiring the beauty. 

“Gyu, please.” You begged. You wanted him to at least touch you, just once, before your brother got back and ruined whatever you had. “Please, touch me. That's all I want.” 

Beomgyu smirked before sinking two fingers into you with little warning. His thumb came to rest on your clit, rubbing just enough to give you a little bit of friction. “Is this what you wanted?” 

“More, please.” You choke out, a moan slipping from your throat. 

“More?” He questions. “More of this?” He wiggled his fingers, hitting the right angle that made your legs feel like jelly. “Or this?” His thumb pressed slightly harder, and began making small circles. 

“Both!” Your head fell back and hit the pillows. Your hips lifted off the bed slightly, trying to find a new angle that felt even better. You found yourself questioning if this was real life. With Beomgyu touching you, it didn’t take long for the heat to return to your lower belly. Your legs were beginning to shake, heat filling up your pussy. A strangled whimper left your lips and your eyes squeezed shut. 

And then it stopped. No more fingers, even the heat of Beomgyu’s body was gone. You opened your eyes and turned your head to the side. He was kneeling on the ground, eye level with you. 

“Couldn’t let the fun end so soon.” He whispered. He brought his hand to his mouth and wrapped his lips around the fingers that had just been inside of you. He moaned around them, eyes rolling back slightly. He pulled off his fingers with a ‘pop’ and tangled his hand in your hair. “I was going to eat you out, but figured we should save something for next time.” 

Next time? You nodded. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, until you could feel his breath on your face. “Shall we keep going, Y/N? Or should I make you wait?” 

“Keep going, please.” You whined. You leaned in, hoping to catch his lips. He smiled and obliged, tongue almost instantly leaving to explore your mouth. He was minty and his tongue tasted slightly like you. You gasped as he pulled away from the kiss, tugging on your bottom lip as he did. 

He stood up and quickly unbuttoned his pants, letting the jeans hit the floor. He stepped out and kicked them away before returning to his spot next to your head. His cock was straining against the tight fabric of his boxers and there was a damp spot growing next to the head. You found yourself staring up at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do. 

“Go ahead, touch me.” Your hands shook as you reached over, fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers. You gently pulled his boxers down, giggling nervously as they got caught on his hard cock. It sprang free, glistening at the tip. He shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off and let out a little gasp as you traced a finger over the tip. 

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along his shaft, trailing the wetness from his tip all over. You wrapped your hand around the base and began moving your hand, slowly, waiting for Beomgyu to say something. 

Beomgyu watched you for a few seconds, enjoying the slight relief from your hands. “Why don’t you use your mouth a little, baby?” 

The pet name sent butterflies straight to your stomach. You propped yourself up a bit and wiggled into position, ready to take Beomgyu into your mouth. You leaned forward, allowing the tip to rest on your tongue. The weight felt nice in your mouth and his tip dripped some slightly salty precum onto your tongue. The taste made your mouth water and you closed your lips around him, sucking to create slight pressure. 

Beomgyu hummed and tangled his hands in your hair once again, pulling the loose strands from your eyes. “So pretty.” His hips twitched forward, forcing more of his length into your mouth. He watched as your eyes welled up with tears slightly and you swallowed around his cock. 

Beomgyu tried to stay still for you, allowing you to set the pace for a little while, before he took over. His hands guided your head up and down his cock, drool trickling down your chin. He triggered your gag reflex a few times before he finally pulled out. 

“Lay down.” He gently pushed your shoulder, causing you to fall back onto the pillows. “I’m gonna make you feel good. Fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit.” He wedged himself between your legs and dipped his head down. His lips made contact with your neck and you tilted your head back in an attempt to give him more access. His wet tongue licked the sensitive skin and the feeling of his breath on the wet patch caused a shiver to roll down your spine. His hips pressed against yours, grinding slowly as he sucked red marks onto your exposed skin. 

You wrapped your arms around him, fingers digging into his back through his t-shirt. He pulled away from your neck and met you with a crushing kiss. His soft lips slid against yours, leading you in the best way. He slid his tongue into your mouth, licking all around. You didn’t even register he had pushed into you until he bottomed out and you moaned at the fullness. 

Beomgyu gave you little to no time to adjust, instead starting out with soft thrusts that made you whine with each jolt. The headboard of your bed banged lightly against the wall with each thrust and the box spring squeaked loudly in return. He set a fast pace, hands moving to grip your thighs to keep you from sliding away from him. 

You couldn’t help but moan loudly, each thrust pushed a new sound out of you. Beomgyu growled from his spot above you. The sounds you were producing only made him want to go harder, faster. The look on your face made him proud, how your eyes were slightly closed, mouth agape. He groaned loudly as you wrapped your hand around his arm in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Neither of you were going to last long. You whined as Beomgyu began to get sloppy with his thrusts, still moving at a pace that caused the bed to creak. His hands snuck up your shirt, warm against your clammy skin, and he tweaked the hardened buds of your nipples. You moaned, pushing against him some more. His fingers ran over your nipples again and you were done for. Your eyes rolled back and the heat in your stomach released. 

Beomgyu whimpered at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock. His hips stuttered forward and he buried his head in your neck, releasing a loud whimper as his orgasm followed yours. His hips twitched forward a few times, milking both of your orgasms. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged your sweaty bodies close together. He let out a little whimper as you clenched around him one last time. 

After a few moments, he finally found the strength to sit up. “I’m gonna pull out now, ok?” He waited for you to nod in response and quickly pulled out, whispering an apology as you hissed. He quickly grabbed his discarded underwear and shoved them under your hips, catching any cum and wetness before it completely destroyed your sheets. You would have to thank him later.

“I’mma go grab some water and tissue, I’ll be right back.” He gave your forehead a gentle kiss before rushing out of the room. 

You sat there, Beomgyu’s now soiled underwear under your butt. You could still feel the cum dripping down your leg. Your room was hot and stuffy. You couldn’t even begin to comprehend what had just happened, or how your brother would react if he found out. 

Beomgyu returned with a washcloth and some cold water. He had redressed himself, a fresh t-shirt and his pajama pants now covered his body. He handed you a bottle of water and made quick work of gently wiping you down. He placed soft kisses on your thighs as he cleaned you up and tossed the washcloth in your hamper once he was done. He went through your drawers and found you some fresh pajamas, even helped you get into them. Lastly, he cracked your bedroom window, allowing the cool air to flush out the heavy air that filled your room. 

“Our little secret, yeah?”

You nodded from your spot on the side of your bed. “Same time next weekend?” 

Beomgyu smiled. “You got it, baby.” 

#beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt imagine #txt fanfic #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu imagine #beomgyu one shot #choi beomgyu one shot #my writing #unedited #beomgyu txt #kpop smut #nonidol au #nonidol beomgyu #beomgyu doesnt look like a name anymore #beomgyu preference #beomgyu writing #choi beomgyu writing #choi beomgyu imagine #choi beomgyu preference #reader x beomgyu #reader x choi beomgyu #reader x beomgyu smut #reader x idol

[gojoshooter]

You've Got it From Here — Gojo

Pairing : unsealed!gojo x dead!nanami

A/N : a (better) reaction by gojo after he learns about nanami’s death cause this shit was keepin me up :D

WARNINGS : crying, manga spoilers

dead!nanami wasn't the first thing gojo looks for after being released from prison realm

unsealed!gojo would look around, sure, his eyes searching for the grumpy-looking young man in his weird signature glasses

unsealed!gojo would then give up his little search, attention back on his students that approach him timidly after his release

unsealed!gojo who one day at shoko's after getting his treatment brings up about not seeing nanami, and watches shoko put a face she uses to tell about a patient’s demise

“...i’m surprised no one told you about his death yet, satoru. take it easy though.”

unsealed!gojo who pauses, frowns... he knows either this had to be some kind of insensitive joke. that, or shoko has lost it after the shibuya incident

unsealed!gojo feeling that tiny hint of panic kicking deep in his guts, it was like your mom telling you she removed your bed from your bedroom... sounded that silly

unsealed!gojo who sees no signs of mockery, watches ichiji’s guilty sad eyes that seemed too real to be the part of a silly joke, & he nods

unsealed!gojo who feels like struggling to swallow a still beating heart, trying so hard not let his emotions take over... to accept it, let it go, fucking let it go & not phase him

unsealed!gojo who doesn't know why the idea of nanami's death would effect him to this level because.... he was just a junior from highschool, right?

dead!nanami who wasn't just his junior but the only person gojo had besides shoko, & understood gojo's need of being extra clingy as a coping mechanism after geto's death... he never questioned or complained

dead!nanami who gojo believed to never fail any task, like a child who believes in their superhero... he was a perfect man in his eyes

unsealed!gojo who tries not to break down at the thought of his junior on the brink of death, gojo knows he was the type to die with a proud smile, maybe daydreaming about things he cherished and things he wanted to do before dying one unfortunate day

dead!nanami 's death that truly registers in his mind when he stops in his way to his dead friend's dorm, realizing nanami can't comfort him about his own death

unsealed!gojo who develops some new habits, like closing the door of his room to take out old photo albums or his sns to look up old posts and tweets, chuckling to himself at how sulky & peevish was his highschool friend

unsealed!gojo who doesn't realize when water brims his eyes watching all the photos from the past, as all he could feel was his jaw hurting because he couldn't stop smiling looking back at the memories

unsealed!gojo wouldn't even wipe the tears off his face, trying not to acknowledge them because of his silly little belief that nanami would just come back if he wouldn't accept his death...

A/N: fin! this was for sweet lil @nanamikentoseyebags who asked me to make a hc about it, there u go <33

Tags: @luckimoon @pretty-toru @robynnnhooddd

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[punks-never-die205]

Kid and His Toys

Idk if this will turn into a proper series, but I think about Kid and toys so much I figured I might as well start writing them out and getting them out of my head.

Cw: afab reader, no pronouns used, Mouse, anal, toy, cock warming mentioned, references A/B/O, biting, mdni

You look at the small toy, clearly unimpressed. The series of beads get a little bigger as it progresses, but for one of Kid’s toys it’s really small.

“Don’t let how it looks now fool you, Mouse.” He says with a wicked grin. “It’s coated in latex but the stuff inside expands with heat, and body heat is enough to trigger it.”

“Expands by how much?”

“Not enough to do damage. I’ve tested it a lot, and then we did trial runs before now. But I can put this in that sweet little tight ass of yours now, and by dinner you’ll be gaping and ready.” He promises.

“If you say so.” You mutter, bending over the bench and putting your ass in the air. “And today I’ll just stay in here the whole time?”

“Yeah,” you can feel him pressing lube into your ass even with the toy’s small size. “Me and the guys have been through it, but I want to be sure with you before you spend a day with one of these in while you’re out and about.”

“Ever the cautious one.” You muse, humming as his finger pushes into your ass. “I do love that about you when it comes to your inventions.”

“You love all of me, Mouse.” He asserts, smacking your ass cheek and getting you to squeak and squirm a little.

“Fuck yeah I do.” You moan the words arching your back, knowing his face is flushed at the declaration.

Kid lubes up the toy too, and then starts to push it in. It always feels weird at first, and he works it in slowly. By the 3rd bead you’re holding onto the bench and melting into the sensation. It’s not just the toy - Kid knows what the fuck he’s doing.

“This is the fourth one, three more to go.” He informs and teases you at the same time, the next slightly larger head pushing in easily.

“Fuuu-Hnnngh, ah. Shit. It’s not fair how good this feels.”

“Heh, you’re like one of those omegas in those comics you and Heat like. Thirsty little fuck no matter how or what hole is getting filled.”

“It’s just cause it’s you.” You pout.

“Oh?” Kid leans over you, pushing the toy to where you can feel the next bead stretching you a little more. “Want me to mark you when you cum then? Drive my teeth,” his words are hot against your back and you can feel him moving to the nape of your neck. “Nice and deep,” he pushes the next part in and you gasp. “Right here?”

“Fuck, fuck, Kid, dammit -.” You squirm but he has you well and pinned. “That spot, you’re, hitting!”

“Heh, man or woman, some people are just blessed to be sensitive in all the best places.” He huffs into your hair, toy seemingly laser targeted onto the spot that’s sending jolts through your body light electricity.

He reaches out with his free hand and grabs one of yours. You hold onto that hand with both of yours, legs and toes curling as he works the toy until you can feel the unavoidable rush of an orgasm building.

“Am I going to bite you, Mouse?” He questions, voice low and commanding.

“Yes, yes please!” You gasp the words, desperate to know how it feels.

“Gonna mark you as mine,” he growls. “Let you warm my cock while this toy expands in your ass. Keep you all to myself today, Mouse.”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Kid, I’m kuh-cumming!” You nearly scream the words, and as the pleasure tears through you the bright sting of Kid’s teeth piercing your skin rips pleasure and pain both to new heights. The pleasure wins out as he thrusts the last two beads into your ass.

Kid leans back as you melt into the afterglow. He smacks your ass and you moan, shifting sweetly beneath him.

“Nice work, if I do say so myself.” He muses, running his fingers over the bite mark on your neck. “Let’s get that cleaned and bandaged, then you can sit in my lap while I work.”

“Keepin’ yer cock warm?” You mumble, as Kid helps steady you on your feet.

“Heh, fuck yeah. If you’re good and patient I’ll reward you.” He promises, leaning down and giving you a greedy kiss. “Make you cum so much you’ll work that behemoth out of your ass all in your own.”

#Kid and His Toys #eustass kid #x reader #side blog #reader insert #mdni

[claire-elvisgirl]

WHAT A HOT BIRTHDAY!

Summary: You got a big surprise for Elvis’ birthday, but he’s willing to do anything to find out what it is.

Warnings: 18+, smut, spanking, fingering, sex

Word cunt: 1516

January 8th, 1968

Everything was ready to celebrate Elvis’ birthday and you were fixing the last things. You bought your gift for him and you were about to pack it properly, when suddenly he walked in the room slowly and grabbed you from behind, making you jump: “How’s my lil’ girl?”

You gasped in surprise and you tried to hide what you were holding in your hands: “Oh my God, Elvis…you scared me…wh-what are you doing home already?!”

He smiled leaving a small trace of kisses on your neck: “Hun’ ya know I don’t usually get home this early, but I couldn’t resist comin’ home to see that pretty face of yours…and today ya look prettier than ever! And ya know…it’s my birthday too…so I was thinkin’…”

You smiled keeping your hands behind your back. He noticed it and his smile turned off: “What you’re hidin’ hun’? What ya up to?”

You moved a lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear: “Nothing…just fixin’ a couple of things!” you answered keeping your hands behind your back. His eyebrow raised in doubt: “Now, what’s goin’ on…ya keepin’ somethin’ from me, I just know it!”

“Why…no…why would you think that?”

He got closer and closer, towering you: “I just know…ya actin’ weird…whatcha got behind your back?”

You stepped back smiling nervously as he kept walking around you. You hid what you were holding in your purse and you pulled out your empty hands: “See? Nothing!”

He wasn’t convinced at all and he grabbed you close to him: “No way baby…I know you’re hidin’ somethin’ from me and I’m gonna find out what it is!” he answered moving his hands behind your back. Then he grabbed you by the arm and turned you around: “Ya know…I don’t wanna have to do it like this, but…” he pulled you back to him as he began to run his hands along your shoulders, arms, sides and legs searching for any hidden objects “…ya leave me no choice!”

“What are you doing?” you laughed as he tickled you.

“I’m searchin’ ya hun’…quit wrigglin’ around!” his hands moved faster on your body.

“I…I knew you loved police stuff, but…searching like this is…a bit too much…even for you…stop!” you answered under his tickling.

He laughed and continued: “Ya think I’m gonna give up? I’m just getting’ started…and ya feel so smooth…” he replied putting his hand on your back and searching your waistline. You looked him straight in the eyes to distract him from his search: “Oh forgive me officer…I’ve been a bad girl…”

He stopped and he looked back at you: “So it’s officer now, is it?! Well I guess I’m searchin’ something illegal…maybe I’m gonna have to handcuff ya!” he answered turning you around “Whatcha got back there…besides this nice butt?!” he asked slapping your bottom. Then he stopped again and looked at you with a serious look: “Ya know what? I should put ya over my knees and give ya a good spankin’!”

“A good wha-…” you couldn’t finish. He grabbed you and pulled you on the couch, on his knees. He smiled teasing you: “Oh baby, you’re in trouble…I’m gonna spank that naughty bottom of yours now!”

“Don’t you dare…”

He hushed you pulling down your pants, leaving your panties in sight. “I’m gonna count…just to show ya who’s in charge here!”

You tried to move away, but his grip was too strong.

“Good girl…now let’s see how well ya handle this!”

Feeling the warmth of your body against him, he began to spank your bottom, each smack echoing through the room: “One…two…three…”

Each smack made you gasp in pain and pleasure, making you almost wait for the next hit. He kept spanking, the sting slowly turned into a burning sensation. Then he pulled your panties down revealing your bare bottom: “Eight…nine…and…” the last one made you almost cry “…TEN!”

You bit your lips to hold back the pain: “You officers are used to treat people like this at the police station?” you asked him rubbing your butt.

“He smiled: “Ya have no idea baby…just wait till I get ya upstairs, I think I might be takin’ your keys away for a looong time!” he said picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. “Yep…You’re definitely in trouble…you’re about to find out just how serious I am!”

He took you upstairs and as he reached his bedroom he threw you on his bed, then he moved over you pinning you down: “Now, that’s more like it…are ya gonna be a good slut f’me, aren’t ya?!”

You hated him when he behaved like that, but he knew that this was your weak point, he held you in his power. You looked at him and whispered a soft yes. He pushed you towards the center of the bed and he climbed on top of you, slipping a hand in your panties. As you felt his fingers moving on your clit, you gasped in pleasure: “You’re playing dir-…” but your words died in your throat as he pushed two fingers inside, making a loud moan escape from your lips.

“Whatcha were sayin...?”

You couldn’t talk anymore. The only sounds that came out of your mouth were whimpers and moans.

“Now, don’t ya go talkin’ back again! Understand?”

“I won’t...daddy!” you whispered. He pulled his fingers out: “Good girl! Now, whatcha were hidin’ before?” he asked tickling you.

“Oh my God…you’re impossible!” you laughed. You got up from the bed and you went downstairs and took the thing you hid in your purse. You got back to the bedroom and you threw a little box to him: “I was gonna give it to you after dinner, but…”

He grabbed it and he looked at you: “What is it…ya got me a present?! Oh baby…” he took the little box and smiled “…ya…have ya been hidin’ that the whole time?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” you replied. He began to carefully open the box and he revealed the content inside. He took out a beautiful necklace with his initials on it. He gasped and stared at it for a while in silence.

“D’you like it?” you asked him.

“Ya kiddin’? This is just…perfect…I love it!”

“Really? You really like it?” you asked with a smile. He gently leaned to you and gave you a big kiss: “This has to be my favourite birthday ever!”

You sat on the bed and lowered your voice: “And maybe after dinner I…I could give you another present too!”

He looked at you with a teasing expression: “Oh yeah? Whats’ that?”

You let loose the first button of your shirt: “Take a guess…”

He grinned and his eyes widened as he stared at you: “Ya mean…”

“Why not?

“’Cause, ya know…I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day if I see that lil’ gift of yours…”

“I know but…” you caressed his cheek “…just think about it as the icing on the cake!”

He got up from the bed making your eyes fall on the bulge in his pants. He took off his clothes and he gently began to undress you too: “Goddamnit baby…I can’t wait…you’re killin’ me!” he kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. He pulled you in more tightly, wrapping both of his arms around you, softly groaning in pleasure.

“Alright…fuck dinner!”

Your last words made him hungry like a wolf, hungry for your body. He slowly thrusted his hips forward, pushing his rock-hard member into your tight pussy. A loud moan escaped from your lips. With a smirk he began to pound harder into you: “That’s it…” he grunted between each moan, picking up speed.

“Ya like it don’t ya?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he kept moving in and out of you.  

“I…I like it daddy…and…I’m sorry for being a bad girl…” you answered in a huge wave of pleasure.

 “Hush now baby…daddy’s here to take care of ya!” he slows down a bit and caressed your cheek, but soon his hips picked up speed again, slamming into yours with a wet slapping sound that filled the room.

You moaned loudly: “…but if this is the result, I think I’ll probably do it again!”

He pushed deeper into you, reaching a new level of intensity: “You’re mine, aren’t ya? Say it…tell me you’re mine!”

“I…” you tried to catch breath to give him your answer, but as you were about to talk, with a final powerful thrust, he let go, filling you up with his hot seed. His body shuddered as he groaned out your name. At the same time, you felt your wall squeezing his cock and you let out a scream of pleasure as your orgasm hit you. He panted heavily and he fell exhausted on your body. After a while, he gently withdrew from you, rolling off to your side and pulling you into his arms. You both stayed in silence for a while, then you looked sweetly at him: “Happy birthday baby!”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis smut #60s elvis #50s elvis #fiction #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #fanfic #smutty fanfiction #obsessed with elvis #elvis birthday

[elliewilliamsismommy]

you’re stuck with me

a/n: hey guys! so this definitely isn’t my best work but i figured i’d put out my first little fic so that you can get a sense of how i write :) totally open to suggestions and criticism… i’m always looking to improve my writing

warning: mental health issues, ptsd, depression, joel being alive (slay), smut, kind of public sex? orgasm delay, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, you eat ellie out like it’s your last meal… usual lesbian shenanigans yk

oh yeah btw i love sub ellie so we’re just gonna make this a thing just this once tehe totally self indulgent but i’m such a slut for whiny ellie

summary: you and ellie visit jackson after things have been weird between the two of you. dinner at joel’s, “sleeping” in his guest bedroom… you get the gist just read the damn fic

your life was fun on the farm. taking care of the animals and ellie, the both of you going on little hunting dates everyday, and coming home to the domestic lifestyle that you shared. it was a routine. but recently, things have been different. she’s quiet. she’s always asleep. not to mention that things have been lacking in the intimacy department, which is abnormal for your relationship. you both needed change.

so, you decided to force her to jackson for a week. which brings us to the current situation. sat at joel’s old oak dinner table with creaky chairs that squeak every time you breathe. ellie’s hand rests in yours reassuringly as you and joel catch up.

“so how are things here, joel?” you ask.

“well, it was a rough winter last year for us, as you probably remember, so we’re pretty much in recovery now. nothing too interesting. how about you two? how’s the farm? been keepin’ busy?”

“we always try, right babe?” you turn to face ellie after what felt like hours of small talk with your girlfriends lovely father. no response. you and joel make eye contact. you both know that something’s up.

“you okay, els?” you whisper in her ear. she drops your hand and stands.

“i’m tired. thanks for dinner joel” she says as you blankly watch her grumble up the stairs. you turn to joel with tears in your eyes.

“god, i’m sorry, joel.” your voice begins to break. “i don’t know what’s going on with her and i don’t know how to make it better an-“ a choked sob erupts from your mouth.

“hey! it’s gonna be okay. just talk to her. she’s ellie. she’s just stubborn. she loves you.”

“you’re right i’m just worried about her you know? this isn’t like her. she’s been distant and i don’t want to make things worse.” at this point the tears are flowing in an endless stream. you taste the salty sadness as it falls down your cheeks. you go to cover your face but knock over your water in the process, and the cold liquid spills all over your lap and on the table.

“god joel, i’m a mess. let me help you clean this up.”

“no, no. go talk to her. i’ve got it” joel explains as he gets up from his seat and pulls you into his arms. after a moment, he pulls away.

“are these goddamn tears on my shirt? go clean up, you sap” he laughs.

“yeah, yeah. i’m going” you chuckle.

you turn to the stairs and head to the room that you and ellie share. you knock on the closed door.

“ellie?” you call out.

“come in”

you open the door to reveal your drained girlfriend curled up in bed, with tears staining the pillow cases. without saying a word, you crawl into bed behind her and get under the covers. your hand travels to her bare hip and the other strokes her auburn hair. you lay there for what feels like an eternity, just breathing her in. breathing it all in. it pains you to see her so depressed.

“you know i love you more than life, right? and you can always tell me anything. i don’t want to pry and you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but i just miss you and i wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“yeah, i know.”

“and joel and i are worried. you don’t have to carry this all yourself. that’s why we’re together, so we can lean on each other and get through things together.”

“i know.” she turns to face you. she smiles for what feels like the first time in months.

“i love you…” ellie says, “too much. i’ve been having dreams - well more like nightmares - where you’re dying and i cant do anything about it. and it kills me to see you like that. it’s just my ptsd and my panic attacks are back and i don’t want to be a burden or bother you and i just want to be strong for you because i want to take care of you.”

“babe, you will never be a burden! i’m always here for you! it’s my job. we could have worked on it together. i’m right here, and i’m not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me.”

you pull her in closer and place a kiss on the tip of her nose. as you begin to pull back, her head chases yours, her lips longing for your touch. you close the gap between you, and you kiss like it’s the first time. soft, sweet. she tastes just like always. your body is on fire, and so is hers. her hands pull at the hair on the nape of your neck, attempting to get closer to you, if that’s even possible. your tounges tangle together and ellie climbs over you to straddle your lap, not breaking the kiss. your hands travel up and down her sides, brushing up against her cold skin below her tank top and above her underwear. she shudders under your touch and moans into your mouth as she begins to shift her hips uncomfortably over yours.

“els… what are you doing?” you say as you pull away from her lips, mostly for air.

“i miss you. i need you.”

“babe… joel is right downstairs. what if he hears?” you question.

“we’re just going to have to be quiet then.”

there she was. the ellie you knew. still in there.

“we? let me take care of you. i want to make you feel good” you explain.

you roll over so that you’re on top of her, and connect your lips with hers once again. you feel her legs start to close, so you shove a thigh between them.

“fuck-“ she whines.

“so desperate, els. i’ve barely even touched you yet and i can feel how wet you are through your underwear. my poor, poor baby.”

the friction of your jeans on her thigh makes her groan under your touch. she begins to rub herself against you.

“what do you want, baby?”

“i- i want you.” ellie responds, voice barely above a whisper.

that was all you needed to hear. you glide your hands from her cheek to her stomach, and slip a finger past the waistband of her underwear. you brush over her clit and she grabs your shoulders from how sensitive she already is.

“sorry. keep going” ellie begs.

you gather her slick onto your fingers and begin to circle her clit, causing her eyes to roll back into her head.

“oh my god” she whispers.

you gradually increase the pace, but it’s not enough for her.

“y/n- i need more” ellie whines.

“what do you say?”

“please, please i’ve been so good please i need-“ she is cut off as you slide a finger into her needy hole. her back arches and she lets out a loud moan. you quickly cover her mouth.

“you have to be quiet, els.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please move” she begs.

you start thrusting your finger slowly inside and out of her. gradually increasing the pace. you can feel her spongy walls clenching against your finger and sense that she still needs more. you remove your fingers and she groans, before you quickly shove two fingers back inside of her.

“that’s my good girl.” she nearly cums right then and there from the praise.

you pick up the pace and begin thrusting in and out of her sweet cunt at a pace that she can barely handle, and she starts to tighten around you.

“oh god, y/n. i’m gonna cum.”

“not yet ellie.”

“please let me cum. i cant do it.” she says a bit too loudly.

“yes you can. cmon pretty girl. wait.”

you press your thumb to her clit and her hips begin to grind into your hand. her eyes squint closed and her back arches as she releases around your fingers. you don’t let up.

“oh fuck. shit- y/n! it’s too much, please.”

“ellie i told you not to do that. i said wait.”

“i’m sorry, please”

your pace only increases. you hold her hand as you move your head down to her glistening cunt and begin to suck on her clit mercilessly. her hips jump at the touch and she squirms. your spit runs down her desperate pussy, mixing saliva with her previous release. you can tell she’s not going to last much longer.

“please… don’t fucking stop- god!”

“cum for me ellie. cum all over my face.”

her whole body tenses up and she orgasms for the second time that night. but this time is different. she soaks the sheets and your face.

“fuck!” she says with a broken voice as she squirts all over you. you lap up all that she released and cleaned her thighs with your tongue.

“you’re so hot, ellie.”

you grab a towel from the closet and beging to wipe her thighs and your face down as she starts to come back to reality. you brush the sweaty hair off of her face and pull her underwear back onto her.

“you okay?” you ask.

“i’m perfect” she says with a smile.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #tlou x reader #the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #joel tlou

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [tension] last

You almost have to pry your eyes open, dried tears sealing your lids shut. You don't dare to think about last night, you just get up and ready quickly. You go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and head back to your room, ready to read a little bit before starting your day. No words of any new missions for you yet, a part of you hopes the next mission to come by quicker. 

You get dressed and head over to the gym, ready to distract yourself. You were dead set on ignoring Ghost regardless, quite frankly you wouldn't give a fuck if he was in the gym as well. You're here to do your job, and you're going to do it and not let anyone get in your way, not even the man you have a weird crush on.

--

Days went by, you pretty much lived in the gym. It was a helpful distraction, you felt exhilarated from adrenaline. Long jobs helped you clear your mind and refocus, but you'll have to settle for long workouts.

Returning to base, ready to go shower from feeling dirty, skin stuck with sweat, Gaz informs you that Price needs to see you as soon as possible. 

Fuck, hope I'm not too late. You put off your shower, knocking on the captain's office, and holding your breath. 

"Come in," Price says from behind the door.

"Afternoon, captain," you greet as you sit down.

"'Noon," he nods at you while he sends a quick text from his phone.

You don't know what to say so you play with your fingers, anticipating the reason you're here. Until all the boys come into the room.

You nod at Soap as he sits down in the seat next to you. Also waving at Gaz, but ignoring Ghost. 

"Right, so. Soap and Diamond, you're going to this location," he starts, pointing a finger at a place on a map on the desk. "Setting up a spy device, taking pictures, and heading back here."

Ghost huffs, seemingly annoyed.

"There shouldn't be anyone there, but if there is, don't allow any witnesses."

"Rest of y' will be staying behind, keepin' eyes on them," Price patted the desk. "Right well, that's it! Everyone out of here!"

Price seemed annoyed, flustered, or stressed. He handles it well though, being the captain of this force surely wasn't an easy job.

You honestly looked forward to this, you didn't have to feel tense due to Ghost. Being around Soap was easy, and you could be yourself. 

You showered and did everything you could, but you couldn't fall asleep that night. You walk to the kitchen for a late-night snack and water, finding Soap drinking a beer.

"Can't sleep, Sergeant?" you ask.

"Nah, not that," he seemed off, but you didn't want to push. 

"Ah, well, I can't sleep," you try to ease the awkward feeling in the air.

Ghost walks back in from outside, staring harshly at the two of you, walking mad to his room. Your head falls feeling weird energy in the air.

Soap notices and shakes his head. "Somethin's wrong with L.T. Probably mad, big guy."

"Well, I don't truly care," you scoff, downing the rest of your water.

"He'll get over it, lass. He's... weird."

"Well, goodnight," you pat his bicep as you turn back to your room.

Sleeping was a little easier now, you assume that Ghost is mad about you being chosen to go with Soap on this mission, and feel victory that you didn't let yourself care about how it made anybody feel.

--

As you and Soap ready yourselves for the mission the next evening, both of you decide who's driving.

"I don't want to drive, honestly," you tell him as he agrees he's better off driving anyway. 

Heading to the location and setting up your night vision gear and equipment, you follow Soap's lead when he gets out of the vehicle. 

"We go in, I install this, you take pictures of the building and surrounding areas and we get out of here," Soap nods at you. 

"Seems easy enough," you say.

As you approach the building, you see torn pictures of families and feel a wave of sadness. Even if they're enemies, you still wished the children were at least okay. They don't deserve to endure this lifestyle, they didn't choose it, either. Picking them up and inspecting them, Soap halts next to you, looking at the picture with you.

"Hmm." he nods at it. You then put it in your pocket in case it can be used.

Installing the device was a little tricky, but Soap managed to make it work. The building was empty besides some dirty mattresses and literal piles of... dirt in random places. You took pictures of every room, every path outside, and the surroundings. You were walking around until you noticed a crushed cigar butt and the tiniest strand of black hair bundled in a corner. You quickly put gloves on, grab a small container and put both in.

"Soap. Look," you got his attention. He walks over with a flashlight, inspecting the contents. 

"Someone was here."

"Cap'n'll send it off to a lab to get any DNA. Clear?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

--

Soap compliments you and you hesitate to accept it considering the mission wasn't very hard, instead, you tell him, "Waiting for the 'filth' Price said we'd be ridding the world of. I mean. Are we doing that right now?"

"Eh, I guess'so? I don't ask too many questions. Anyway, I believe in you, lass. Yer learning yer spot here, I respect it."

"Thanks, Soap."

--

Returning to base, walking in Ghost was staring daggers through your and Soap's souls.

"Hey, L.T.!"  Soap beamed. 

You just stepped to your captain's office, not really paying attention to Ghost. 

Price walked out and welcomed you in and called Ghost. He made sure to nod at Soap to greet him as well.

--

"Well, that mission was easy, huh?" Price chuckled.

"Yes, captain, it was," you agree and set down the container, the photo, and the camera on his desk.

"So... You and Ghost. Mission together the day after tomorrow. Nearby cartel. Capture the leader, preferably alive. He'll be with 2 men, so they have to go down, too. Understood?"

Ghost glares at you and nods at the captain. You glare back, not backing down. Why does he like to do staring contests, it seems?

"Affirmative, captain," you break the silence while Price tilts his head, waiting for an answer.

You both leave the captain's quarters and head separate ways. You need to shower and unwind as your body was tensed with stress.

You join the common room with everyone but stay to yourself, reading your book. 

Sometimes you smiled when you heard a funny joke being told. And of course, you felt pairs of eyes locked on you, but why should you even acknowledge it? He doesn't need to know that you know he's staring.

Everyone left and it left you, Soap, and Ghost. You yawned and placed a bookmark, saying "goodnight" to no one in particular, just out loud.

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw ghost #cod mw #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #ghost stories #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price #ghost soap #task force 141 stories #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley #ghost cod #simon riley x you #slow burn #ghostssweetgirl

[illfoandillfie]

“I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught” with Jack if you please 🤭. Happy Birthday my Brigid 💜

ahhh ty my Lauren 💙

Gotta admit I struggled with this one a bit and ended up rewriting it entirely but I think I'm happy with it now! Apparently I am only capable of writing properly late at night tho so please excuse any mistakes, ya girl is sleeby. This is also the first time I've written Jack so hopefully I got his voice right...

warnings: P in V sex, secret relationship, hotel sex, but also work sex i guess, hand over mouth to muffle sound, fingering, references to oral (f receiving), ummmm spy shenanigans, jack do be flirty and a bit dom

“And here I was thinkin' a mission in a hotel could double as a romantic getaway.” Jack sat down in the chair behind your desk.   You didn’t mind, you were too nervous to sit, preferring to pace about in front of the desk, “You’ll have to be on your best behaviour.” A chuckle from Jack made you stop and look at him, “I’m serious Jack. Don’t you think it’s weird Agent Drambuie would be assigned to this case with us? I mean it sounded like a pretty simple intelligence mission, we’d be perfectly capable of doing it without a third.” When Jack still didn’t seem to be grasping what you were getting at you added, “What if they suspect we’re together?”  “Oh come on, sugar, I don’t think they’d care that much.”  “Jack you literally have letters, plural, warning you that fraternizing with other agents could land you in a permanent desk job.”  He waved his hand dismissively, “That was just about me flirtin’ with new recruits. Nothing to do with datin'.”   You weren’t convinced and Jack must have been able to tell because he stood up and moved around the desk to you. He grabbed your hands, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles, "You don’t have to worry darlin’. I understand why we’re keepin' this secret.” His tone became more playful as he said, “You turned me down so many times it must be hard for you to admit you like me.”   You rolled your eyes but unfortunately Jack was very good at disarming you.   “And of course we don’t want management gettin' the wrong idea and takin' us out of fieldwork.”  “Exactly! Which is why you need to behave. That means no first names, no innuendos about being in a hotel room with me. In fact, no flirting at all.”  Jack looked aghast and dropped your hands, “C’mon darlin’ be serious. If I stopped flirtin’ with you Drambuie is gonna get mighty suspicious don’t you think? Especially with you in one of theose cute maid outfits and all. How could I possibly not comment?”  “Housekeeping uniforms are nowhere near what you’re imagining. But I take your point. Flirting is allowed. But nothing that might get us caught. If we do decide to go public I want it to be on our terms.”  “Of course sugar. I mean Agent.”  You leant up to give him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and then rubbed away the lipstick mark.  

The next day you made your way to the hotel. Agents Drambuie and Whiskey were already there and had been for several hours, each booked into a separate room. Luckily the pair you were trying to spy on didn’t seem to suspect they’d been targeted. They’d used their real names and credit cards while booking their rooms, so you’d been handed files on both of them as you were handed the assignment and you knew exactly when they were due. Jack had headed to the hotel the previous night, just in case your targets were smarter than they seemed and would turn up early but he’d reported nothing. Drambuie had spent the morning in the café across the street, under cover as a business man powering through a presentation and staying fueled with coffee. He’d really been watching for the pair to turn up so he could follow them into the hotel and claim his own room. You were coming in last, dressed in a housekeeping uniform and entering via the staff entrance. Acting as if you belonged there you found one of the housekeeping carts and took it up to the right floor. Drambuie had confirmed the room number of the suspects and Jack had confirmed that, after leaving their bags upstairs, they’d headed down to the hotel’s restaurant. He was still their watching them. Which you knew because he was using the coms channel continuously.  “I’m very excited to see this uniform of yours sweetheart,” he drawled through your earpiece.  You let out an annoyed huff, silently swearing to get back at him just as soon as you could.  “Although,” he continued when he realised you weren’t responding, “I think my cover would be much better if you were in here with me. A man drinkin' on his own is much more noticeable than one buying for a pretty girl.”  “Keep dreaming, Agent,” you said into your mic, emphasising the title, “I wouldn’t accept a drink from you anyway.”  You heard Drambuie chuckle and prayed Jack had the sense not to take the flirting too far while you were being listened to.   “Careful sweetheart, keep turnin’ me down like this and I’ll have to send a drink to the woman at the bar instead.”  You scowled at the thought but said, “You do that. Just be quiet about it so I can focus on my job.”  Jack did quiet down after that, for the most part anyway, which you were pleased about. You were close to the room and didn’t want any distractions while you bugged the place.  

It only took a few minutes. You let yourself in, stuck the tech in corners and under benches and behind the TV. You even put one in the toilet cistern. And then you were gone, collecting your trolly of cleaning products and wheeling it off to the floor above. Drambuie let you into his room and you wheeled the trolly in to hide it so you’d have easy access when it came time to collect the bugs and leave.   “How’d it go?” he asked, helping you manoeuvre the trolly.   “Good, they’re all hidden and on.”  “Excellent.” Drambuie pulled out his laptop and began running a diagnostics but before he’d finished there was a knock at the door. You were still in uniform and couldn’t be seen in case it was actual hotel staff, so Drambuie opened the door, but it was only Jack.   “They’re still downstairs, probably will be for a while, but I couldn’t resist this party.” Catching sight of you he let out a whistle, “sweetheart you look good dressed like that.”  “Stop calling me sweetheart.”  His only response was a wink and you sighed, settling in for a long wait.   Fortunately, Jack’s behaviour wasn’t just getting to you. After he’d made sure the tech was running smoothly and after you’d had to come up with retorts to three more of Jack’s comments, Drambuie stood up and moved towards the door.   “As fun as listening to you two bicker is, I think it’s my turn to hit the bar. Anyone want to come with?”  “Thanks but I’ve got to change and all. Feel like I need a shower after this moron’s,” you jabbed your thumb at Jack, “attention,”   “Well if she’s gonna be busy I guess I should stay and keep an eye on the screen in case anythin' happens. Let me know if the blonde is still sitting on her own down there.”  Drambuie laughed as he left and Jack followed him to the door, peering out of the peephole.   “About fuckin' time,” he half muttered, striding back across the room. “What?” was all you managed to get out before he tugged you into him, his lips insistent against yours.  

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” you asked as soon as he’d loosened his grip, a little breathless from the kiss.  “Despite what you said, you do look very sexy in that uniform. Been takin' all my willpower not to pull you onto my lap.”  You glanced down at the shapeless, starchy dress and then shook your head, before Jack could distract you any further, “What about Drambuie? What if he’s in the next room spying on us?”  “Sugar, you’re soundin’ a little paranoid there. I watched him go to the elevator.”  “But what if-” you gasped as you felt Jack’s fingers stroking along the front of your underpants. You’d not even realised his hand was under your dress and then suddenly he was teasing you through your panties, pulling a small whine from your throat as he rubbed at your clit.  “But isn’t it,” he kissed your throat just under your jaw, “kinda hot,” another kiss, “to do this in secret,” another kiss, “on a mission.” He marked the end of the sentence by nipping at your pulse point.  It was impossible to disagree. His fingers felt too good on your pussy and his lips too good on your throat. His voice was gruff with desire and every breath you took made your head swim with his scent. It was intoxicating, especially after all the work he’d put into flirting, even trying to make you jealous.   “God Jack, fuck me,”  He chuckled, “Anyway you want darlin’. But I’d keep quiet, just in case. Unless you want to be caught?”  You shakily managed to say you didn’t, trying to reach for Jack’s belt though he stopped you.  “Well can you keep quiet then?”  “Yeah.” Your agreement was undermined by the way you whimpered as Jack pushed the fabric of your panties aside and stroked your wet slit.  “Sugar, I’m not sure you can manage it. Maybe I should be on top to keep you in line.”  You nodded again, letting him manoeuvre you to the bed. He quickly removed your underwear, smiling as he pushed your legs open and caught his first glimpse of your cunt.   “Stay there,” he ordered as he undid his belt and got his cock out.   You squirmed as you watched him push his pants down just far enough, revealing first the dark curls around the base and then the full length of it.   But your eagerness was nothing to Jack’s. The uniform he’d so professed to love became an inconvenience as the skirt slipped and blocked his view, and Jack growled as he pushed the material up again.  

With one hand, Jack reached forward and covered your mouth, an act that was hot on it’s own but especially so with his other hand touching your pussy. He slid his fingers along your slit, spreading your wetness around. Circling your clit and then sliding down to play with your entrance, slipping inside a little but never far enough. And then he’d draw them away, following the line of your body down further, towards your asshole, stopping well before he reached it and slipping back the other way to torment you further. You whined with each teasing stroke, his palm keeping you muffled.   “Shame I can’t eat you out and keep you quiet at the same time. You’ll have to help me out darlin’.”  You expected him to uncover your mouth, maybe replace his hand with your panties or something similar. Instead, his palm stayed firm over your lips. It was your hand that moved as he pulled it down to your cunt, directing you to touch yourself. At first he guided you but soon enough he’d let go to relieve his own need a little, stroking himself slowly as he watched on. You traced a similar path to the one jack had made but quickly decided you needed more. Spreading yourself open with one hand, you began to finger yourself with the other, eyes glued on Jack to catch his reaction. He was as affected as you’d hoped, fighting to control his own self-pleasuring touch, his other hand tightening against your face. It soon grew to be more than he could stand and he yanked your wet fingers up to his lips, indulging himself with your taste.   “Fuck, sugar. I should gag you and have a proper feast.” He smirked at your groan, “But maybe I’ll save that for when we get home and I can tie you to my bed. Really take my time. For now I’ll let you have my cock.”  You whimpered the word please into his palm, unsure which scenario you were begging for, just desperate for something. But Jack took it as enthusiasm for his dick, notching himself at your hole and sinking into you as he pressed his lips to your chest.   You raised your hips and spread your legs as wide as was comfortable, trying to accommodate his length as he slowly worked into you. And you kept up a slew of whines and moans and other delicious sounds that Jack reluctantly kept muffled, trying to urge him to move, to go faster.  

Jack however was very conscious of just how loud you both could be. Not just your vocalisations or his, but also the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he fucked you, any creaks the bed might make, even just heavy breathing. As much as he didn’t believe Drambuie was there to spy on you, he still didn’t want you to get caught. So he held back, ignoring your attempts to beg for more without actually being able to beg. Instead of pulling almost all the way out of your cunt and driving forward hard like he wanted to do, he used more sedate thrusts but kept his cock buried deep within you, continuously rubbing against one or two very nice spots. Your attempts to make him switch his pace came to an abrupt stop and you threw your head back, arching up into his chest as you felt the full pleasure of his repetitive grinding.   “That’s my girl,” he groaned, realising he’d found the perfect angle, “gonna make you feel so good darlin’.” He made sure he didn’t lose the momentum too much, even if his hips jolted out of time because you’d tightened around his cock. Not even when he told you to rub your clit for him and had accidentally moaned himself when your fingers brushed against his base. Thankfully he’d been able to smother his moan with your lips, uncovering your mouth long enough to give you an equally deep kiss until he needed to pull away for air. He’d recovered your mouth with his hand though, feeling you clenching around him more frequently and wanting to see you cum as well as feel it.   You gasped and panted as your orgasm neared, finishing with a stifled cry of Jack’s name.   He followed you over the edge quickly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and suppress his own sounds of pleasure as he spilled himself between your legs.  

For a moment you both forgot where you were. You wrapped your arms around Jack as he kissed you again, trying to dull the ache as he pulled his cock from you. But even after that you were both reluctant to stop. His hand found your breast and you somehow managed to get his thigh between your legs as you rolled over, rocking your hips against it. You might even have kept going, humping him into a second found, but the sound of a door shutting heavily across the hall broke through the sense of solitude and you realised what position you were in.   “See,” he said, his cockiness dulled a little by how fucked out he looked, “I said it’d be fun.”  “Mmhmm, it was,” you agreed, happy to concede that point to him, “But you should clean up and then meet Drambuie downstairs. Double check he’s still there. I’ll stay and watch the computer.”  Jack sighed, “Alright sugar. Sorry, Agent. If it’ll make you less paranoid, I’ll check.”  “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, stealing a final kiss before you kicked Jack out of the bed, “If it turns out he’s not spying on us I’ll let you shower with me before we leave.” 

#my writing #my blurbs #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels smut #jack daniels imagine #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #bday blurbs 2023 #i really hope this is good lauren lmao

[writtenjewels]

Gym Bro

[okay so this came across my dash and made me think of Jalim, so of course I couldn't resist]

It was early morning, so not many people were using the gym. Jason put his stuff away and headed into the main room. He would do some stretches first before going into his routine. Just as he was starting his sets, he noticed another man moving toward the weights. Jason gave a casual glance and felt a weird flip in his stomach. What the hell?

He thought maybe it was a reaction to a familiar face so he took a longer look. The man had short, curly dark hair and a slightly rounded face. The more Jason stared the more weirdly nervous he felt. But he didn't recognize the guy at all, so the reaction didn't make any sense. Jason was hardly shy so why the hell would he be nervous around a stranger?

Jason shook himself out of the feeling and decided to go over and say hello. The stranger looked up on Jason's approach and greeted him with a friendly smile. That made Jason's insides flip yet again. Again he ignored the sensation.

“Howdy,” Jason greeted. “I'm Jason.”

“Hello,” the other responded in a warm tone. “My name is Salim.”

“I come to the gym a lot but I haven't seen you around before,” Jason continued. Salim responded with a sheepish smile.

“I thought it was time I try to get myself back into shape. I got winded going up some stairs a while ago; it was embarrassing.” He concluded with a chuckle that had Jason smiling, too.

“I was just about to do some sets,” Jason mentioned. “I could use a spotter.”

“I would be glad to,” Salim nodded, “as long as you don't mind keeping me company on the treadmill. Having someone young to keep up with may be a good motivator.”

“What do you mean?” Jason raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over Salim. “You ain't old.”

“I turned forty this year.”

“Well, I'm gonna be thirty-one this year,” Jason informed him, “so you still ain't that old.” That made Salim smile, and Jason's insides did that weird flip again. He shook off the feeling and started sliding on weights so he could begin bench presses. He stepped back when he was satisfied with the weight and Salim let out a whistle.

“You can lift that much?” Their eyes met and Jason gave a little shrug, smirking. “This I have to see,” Salim remarked. That spurred Jason into action. He stretched out on the bench and lifted the bar. “Wow,” Salim awed as Jason started to do his reps, “that's impressive. How many can you do?”

“Well,” Jason grunted, “if someone was keepin' count like he was supposed to...”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Salim looked sheepish again. Jason chuckled a little and continued on.

Eventually they moved on to the treadmills. Salim set his at a brisk walk with Jason matching him. They chatted a bit more as they walked. Jason liked talking to the guy: he was friendly and charming.

“Would you like to hear a joke?” Salim asked at one point. Jason nodded; he couldn't help smiling at the glitter in Salim's eyes. “Why is water so clumsy?” Jason never heard this joke before so he waited for the answer. “Because water falls.”

“Wow.” Jason let out a snort. “That was really fuckin' bad.”

“Why didn't the baker ever spend his money? To get a rise out of the dough.” Jason laughed this time and Salim beamed at him. The weird sensation he got from looking at the guy hadn't gone away but it was easier to ignore with the burn of muscles and the pumping of his heart.

They both concluded their work-outs for the day. It was probably the best time Jason ever spent at the gym.

“I come here about twice a week,” he mentioned as they shook hands. “Maybe I'll see ya?”

“I'd like that,” Salim confirmed. Jason's insides responded with yet another flip. He was happy to make a new friend he could hang with at the gym. That was all it was.

#jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes

[centralperkchenford]

Chenford with Tim comforting Lucy when having a nightmare about Rosalind/Caleb and being buried alive.

Like Lucy starts screaming and Tim bolts up and looks around for the threat but he realizes Lucy is still asleep so he tries to wake up her up and he comforts her once she calms down.

Lucy admits they still happen sometimes and Tim is slightly upset that she never told him but promising to be there for her?? 😍🥺

I wrote this the other night and then passed out? Lmao.. I hope you enjoy it!

Chenford with Tim comforting Lucy when having a nightmare about Rosalind/Caleb and being buried alive.

Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me It's just wrong enough to make it feel right

At first Tim doesn’t realize what is happening, there’s a noise and at first he thinks it’s coming from the hallway. He bolts up looking around for what the threat might be. He feels Lucy’s foot kick his knee which is weird she moves a lot in her sleep. And then she kicks him again this time harder, and he opens one eye and then another. He turns to look at Lucy who is flailing in her sleep.

“No.” She cries. “Please not again.” Tim eyes widen as he realizes she’s having a nightmare. He gently puts his hand on her arm and shakes her softly.

“Luce.” He mutters. “Baby. Wake up.” But she doesn’t wake, his words just seem to distress her more.

“No! Please no.. Caleb.” She cries and Tim’s hearts breaks as he hears the name that he hopes to never hear again. He shakes her harder this time determined to wake her up from her nightmare.

“Lucy.” He says louder. “Babe wake up. You are okay.” Lucy kicks him one more time before opening her eyes again and looks at him, tears in her eyes.

“T-Tim?” She says shakily. “W-what happened?” Tim pulls her to him so she can rest her head on his chest.

“You were having a nightmare baby.” He says softly. “You are okay.” Lucy closes her eyes and breathes deeply before speaking, Tim knows she’s getting herself together.

“It was Caleb and Rosalind and they took me and then they took you. And we were both buried alive and I couldn’t do anything about it.” She cries softly and Tim combs his fingers through her hair.

“Shhh. It’s okay I’m here.” He says soothingly. Lucy is quiet as she lays on Tim’s chest clutching his shirt tightly in her fingers.

He feels her shaking and soothes her once again, running her hand up and down her back. “I’m here Lucy.” He says. “Is this the first time you have had a nightmare?”

Lucy is quite as she grips his shirt tighter, “No, I have had them before.” She whispers. Tim’s heart breaks a little.

“Why didn’t you tell me babe?” He asks softly. He’s not mad, he just wants her to know that he’s always there for her.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” She says burying her face into his chest. Tim kisses her gently pausing as he holds his lips to her hair.

“Luce you know you can bother me no matter what.” Tim says and Lucy blows out a breath but doesn’t speak so Tim continues. “Did someone else make you feel like you were bothering them?”

Lucy looks up at him and Tim can see it in her eyes that he got it. Bingo he thinks

Lucy shrugs looking down at her hands and playing with her fingers. “Yes.” Is all she says and Tim kisses her again. “Chris. He kind of compared our traumas. And I woke up one night and he—” she pauses and Tim wants to ring Chris’s neck while also trying to forget the imagine of Lucy in bed with Chris. He tugs her closer, and kisses her again. “He hated when I woke him up so I started to just not stay the night or let him stay the night. It was just easier. I didn’t want to bother him.”

She adjusts herself so she’s looking at him and places a hand on his cheek. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” She says. Tim lays his hand over hers and squeezes it.

“You are not an inconvenience baby. You never will be I want you to wake me up. I want to be there for you. Okay?” He says softly and Lucy nods and curls up into him, he wraps himself around her and lays a hand on her heart. A simple promise that he would always be there for her. She lays her hand on top of his, her promise to him that she would do the same.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

[pinkyjulien]

Okay now I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon of the prev ask about Valentin's and Mitch's first meeting 👀 how does his story continue with Takemura (if at all?) Does he track Valentin down, and how, or is what follows immediately after being saved and stable again also diverging from canon? (I just love the image of Goro showing up all dusty and exasperated at the nomad's camp like "There you are!! Fucking finally!" XD)

AAAAAHHH FHF Eating you UwU

They DO meet up properly eventually! 👀 (more old screenshots being used to illustrate here hfhf)

After getting his bullet extracted, Val stayed a couple of days at camp; he couldnt really do much in his state, plus the caldos wouldnt just simply let him go like that

Mitch and Scorp were keepin an eye on him, they were responsible of him after all; if Val turned out to be a danger to the clan, they would've finished the job, succeeding where Dex failed

Val eventually woke up, and he was asked a couple of basic, straight forward question by Mitch; his name, where he's from, and what happened. Val didnt lie, but he also didnt mention the whole -arasaka- thing. He might be a gonk, but he's not dumb; saying that his failed gig was an heist on Arasaka, when every radios and tv stations been blasting about Saburo's death for the path days wouldnt be a smart move fhksjgj

It was all over the news- and Dex probably left Night City too (< at that time he wasnt aware Takemura killed him yet. Dex took Goro to the dump, only to find it completly empty. He got popped before he could swear he left him here hfjd)

Infos and Rumors goes around extremely fast in NC, especially between fixers, so Dexter departure/disappearance and Saburos death wasnt a coincidence at all; so was Jackie's and Valentin's potential death. (Jackie being confirmed dead cause he sent his body to his fam, but people had no idea where Val was)

He had to get back to NC, to Viktor, Misty- his friends, the only people he had left over there

That night at camp, Valentin experienced the Johnny Night TM; of course, he freaked out, screaming and talking "to himself" - Ripper wasnt far, knew the screams where coming from the nursery and quickly gave injected him some tranquilizer

In the morning, not sure whatever happened was a dream or not, he asked Mitch and Scorp (not friends yet, but the only guys he knew around) if someone could drive him back to NC- Dakota was still around and since she had to go back to her Garage soon, he could tag along and she'd get one of her guy to drive him to Vik's

During the drive, he explained to Dakota what happened, from the heist, the relic, Jackie- ans the weird dreams he's been getting (she's like a mother figure to him, a trusted friend)

She didnt liked any of that and pressed him to get checked properly asap, hoping this might be a virus that can get easily wiped out

Once at Vik, everyone was happy and relieved to see him alive "and well", but it quickly changed when Viktor took a closer look, obviously

He also mentioned that a guy, kinda sus looking, came in looking for him the day before. Said he could help him if he ever show up. (Takemura is a resourceful guy, I'm pretty sure he could pin down V's main ripperdoc to ask questions- and Viktor, knowing that Jackie did die, would trust Takemura's story and information since it correlate with what Vik knows)

So they make contact and eventually meet up at Tom's Diner like the canon timeline 👁👄👁

Despite all the years its still a ROUGH MAP AND TIMELINE FHJSJF that I really need to properly put down 💀💀 BUT YEAH FHDJ

Thank you friendo for the ask!! 🤗🧡🧡

#God I REALLY NEED TO GET BACK ON HIS LOOOOOREEEE #I changed so much shit there I gotta make sure the points still connect you know fhsjjg #I love the OG storyline and want to swim as close to it as possible uwu to keep it logical #while making it STINKYYY #Ask #ElvenBeard #about valentin #long post #Yall got me THINKING ABOUT MY BB

[player1064]

ok i genuinely can’t stop thinking about this now it’s half 12 what have you done to me 😂 expanding off that last drabble gary introducing jamie to the class of 92 and making like a big thing of coming out to them and then being like yeah duh we’ve known this forever and just jamie laughing his ass off in the background

I LOVE WRITING CLASS OF 92 FRIENDSHIP!!!!! Even though Ryan and Nicky both SUCK in real life and I HATE them so I guess in a way every fic I write that features them is an au where they DONT suck 💔

Also yes this is 1.4k words long I uh. yeah I'm having too much fun w all these drabbles dkafgshfsjdgf

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“Jamie?” Gary asks one morning while they’re sat in bed, quietly scrolling on their phone.

“Mmm?”

“You workin’ this Saturday?”

“Uhh, lemme check,” Jamie says, squinting even with his glasses on as he taps at his phone. “Doesn’t look like it, no, guess I’m all yours. Unless Salford’s playing at home, ‘cause then I am much too busy to go watch a football game.”

Gary reaches out to smack him on the arm. “Don’t act like y’don’t love it, I’ve seen you cheer just as loud as the rest of us when we win.”

“Well, I love somethin’,” Jamie says with a fond smile, and Gary smacks him in the arm again because he’s already finished his coffee and is much too alert for all that ‘just woken up’ sappy nonsense.

“Ungrateful prick,” grumbles Jamie, still much too fondly for Gary’s liking. “So, we’re goin’ to a game?”

“If tha’s alright. I mean, y’don’t have to come, obviously, but I like it when you do.”

“You like it when I’m – what’s wrong w’you, then?”

“Christ, nothing, see if I say somethin’ nice to you again,” Gary says. “I just. Erm. I’ve been thinkin’, lately, that I’m maybe ready to tell the boys. And I thought probably this weekend’s a good time, with Phillip home and that. So. Would be nice if you were there, for moral support like.”

“You sneaky bitch, you’ll resort to anything t’get me to come watch your shitty little team play, won’t ya?”

Gary has to bite back a smile, because there’s been quite enough sappy nonsense for one morning already.

“Thanks, James.”

“’Course, love,” Jamie says before he reaches across and pokes him in the side. He picks up his phone again, and Gary notes with some pride that he's not doing nearly as good a job at hiding his smile.

*

“So I s’pose you’re all wonderin’ why I’ve gathered you here today.”

Gary watches his friends exchange glances with each other, before Nicky frowns and says “I mean, we were all here already to be fair. Same as every week.”

“Well actually some of us ‘ave jobs, Butty, and we can’t be faffing about watching Salford every weekend.”

“Salford is my job, you –” he purses his lips and turns to Phil and Scholesy. “Not worth it, is it?”

They both shake their heads.

“Yeah, alright. So why’re we gathered here today then, Nev?”

It all of a sudden feels much too real, what Gary’s trying to do. He considers backing out, not like they’ll know any different, but –

But Jamie’s sitting in the corner, pretending to quietly look at his phone so that Gary could talk with his friends alone. Gary glances over to him and gets a private little smile in response. He smiles back, maybe a bit wobbly, and clears his throat.

“Right, yeah. You lot are like brothers to me, y’know that right? I mean, obviously only Phillip is my actual  brother, but you get what I’m sayin’. An’ I know we’ve got each other’s backs, so I’ve just been thinkin’, like. It feels weird that I’ve had this like, I mean it’s been more’n thirty years, hasn’t it, and it seems wrong that I’m still keepin’ secrets from you all after all this time. I didn’t want anything t’change, y’know? But, erm. I dunno. I’m gay, I guess is what I’m tryin’ to say.”

He takes a deep breath when he stops talking, stares at a spot in the top corner of the room so that he doesn’t have to watch them all react.

It’s silent for a moment, then Phil hums and says “So, erm. What’s this secret of yours, then?”

Gary blinks.

He knows that at times he can talk too fast, that he has a tendency to ramble, but surely he’d given enough gravity to it that it wouldn’t just get lost in the mix.

“That – that I’m gay,” he croaks, as hard as it is to force himself to say it again. “I like men, like.”

He manages to get himself to look at his friends again in the silence that follows, watches them all having a seemingly heated conversation through facial expressions alone before Scholesy huffs in frustration and turns away from them, steps forwards to pat Gary on the shoulder.

“Thanks for tellin’ us, Gaz,” he says gently. “Means a lot, that y’trust us with it.”

Behind him, Phil nods earnestly, while Nicky and Ryan both tilt their heads back and groan.

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious,” Ryan says. “Paul, he doesn’t need coddling, he’s a grown man.”

Gary feels his stomach drop.

He knows, he knows that they’re all footballers, that they’re of a certain generation, he wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with open arms, but he’d thought – thirty years, surely that must count for something.

He looks desperately back at Jamie, sees him slip his phone in his pocket and stand up, ready to step in, or to drive Gary home, or just do anything other than this, but then Nicky shoves Ryan and says “Jesus, Giggsy, d’you have to be such a cunt about it though? Nev, don’t look so forlorn, like, none of us care that you’re gay. It’s just – well, we’ve been not carin’ about your being gay since we were fifteen.”

“You what?”

Scholesy and Phillip at least have the decency to look embarrassed, shuffling their feet awkwardly and staring down at the ground.

Gary shakes his head a few times, tries to rattle out the ringing in his ears, then starts pacing back and forth when that doesn’t work.

“Y’re talkin’ nonsense, wha’d’you mean since w’were fifteen,” he says, his words all rushing together in his attempt to get them out past the rising panic he feels. “I weren’t even gay then, I had girlfriend at school an’ all, there weren’t any me bein’ gay fer you to not care about! Only became gay a few years ago, anyway. After I retired, like.”

“Oh my god,” he hears Jamie mutter behind him, so he turns to shoot him a glare.

Scholesy’s now joined Ryan and Nicky in staring at him wide-eyed like he’s lost his mind, but at least he’s still got Phil on side.

Except, then Phil puts on a high-pitched voice and says “Oh, Phillip, d’you think I should ask Becks where he gets his hair cut, doesn’t he have the most amazing hair. Phillip, d’you think he ‘ad braces when he were younger, how’d’you think ‘is smile got so nice? Phillip, d’you mind if we don’t room together anymore, I think I’m going t’ask Becks if he wants to instead, Phillip –”

“—Alright, alright,” Gary says to cut him off, already feeling his cheeks flush. “We get the picture, ta very much.”

He gets the picture a little too well, because suddenly an entire lifetime’s worth of memories have been thrown off kilter, have been tainted by the implication that – but he hadn’t. He hadn’t been gay! And he’d had a perfectly normal appreciation for his best friend’s hair and smile!

Ryan grins at Phil, then puts on his own ‘Gary voice’ and adds “Ooh, Ruud’s very tall, in’t he Giggsy? An’ he’s strong, too, d’you see him lift me up on pitch earlier, ‘s like I weighed nothin’.”

Well, Ruud is very tall, Gary doesn’t see what’s wrong with pointing that out.

He turns back to Jamie, hoping his supposedly loving and supportive boyfriend is going to come defend his honour, to agree with him that it’s perfectly normal to admire your teammates and also that his voice was never that squeaky, thank you very much. Unfortunately for Gary, though, the idiot is looking on with glee in his eyes, the hand over his mouth not doing much to disguise the laughter that’s shaking his whole body.

“Oh, not you an’ all!” he complains, scowling when Jamie responds by stepping closer and throwing an arm over his shoulders.

“Aw, Gaz,” he says with a chuckle, “what’re we gonna do w’you, eh?”

*

It’s only later, when he’s about to fall asleep, that something finally clicks into place in his brain.

“Jamie?”

“Shut up, ‘m sleepin’.”

“Jamie, did I ‘ave a crush on Becks?”

“Oh my god,” Jamie groans, then pulls a pillow over his head and rolls over, turning his back to Gary.

#gary: the gay thing only came with the midlife crisis thing i was actually straight before that #jamie: you are so fucking stupid oh my god im in love with you #thank you elle for the prompt I loooove the ones you've been sending!! #carraville #drabbles

[vamqiredove]

OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way

[randomfoggytiger]

No Drama: Just Clearing Up Some Misconceptions

For the past few weeks, I've noticed that a few gif making blogs have been blocking me from seeing their posts... and I had my suspicions but didn't want to assume anything.

I'm crushed (no joke) to report my suspicions were correct.

A few weeks? months? ago, @jewish-mulder and I had an exchange which i thought was completely bantery and in good faith, see post here to determine for yourselves. The context was laughing over screenshots from DD's old skit with Gary Shandling. Anna/jewish-mulder read it through a bisexual lens-- which is a-okay to me! (the exchange is still in my archives here, for reference.) I saw it through DD and Gary's original intent-- Gary accidentally interpreting DD's actions as sexual interest rather than DD being a Weird Man TM; which is really funny to me. Regardless, either way is hilarious.

Soon after our exchange, I returned to the post to see if my last comment was responded to... and found the comments muted. Immediately after that, I noticed I could no longer reblog her gifs. Which... hurt; because, frankly, I was one of the mutuals that foamed over her new creations and supported (still do) her when she was debating putting watermarks on her gifs (because theft is revolting; and she has every right to protect her property.)

I had a prior incident that I thought was Tumblr weirdness: after joining tumblr, @jewish-mulder and @baronessblixen were my inspirations; and I loved (love) their creations. The first time I got blocked, I chocked it up to Tumblr weirdness (the first wave of the porn bots wrecked havoc); and, after contacting jewish-mulder through anon/Ao3, etc., she was just fine reinstating me. I had so much fun with her as a mutual. And it's okay if I'm not her cup of tea-- no one is everyone's! :DDD If she had needed to block me, that was okay in my book. So, when she did, I thought it was either Tumblr shenanigans or personal taste. If she wanted to refollow, she'd see my work and hop on later. In essence: I moved on.

BUT the timing always made me wonder worriedly... and my worst suspicions were confirmed when I noticed other gif blogs started blocking me.

So... I activated Anon Mode and found this post about me (screenshots below):

What's even more... crushing? is that I checked her replies and... yeah, it turns out I WAS blocked intentionally the first time.

I don't know why the first time, either, so I can't lay out proof. Didn't even have a suspicion on my part then, honestly.

(Gonna be honest: my "uwu" was something I use exclusively for this fandom because I felt accepted and included, sharing a space with fellow fans of a show that pulled me out of a COVID depression. I guesssssssssss I should dial back on that.)

Here's my response:

Anna, why didn't you just ask me? Why did you block me, never communicate, and secretly tell others to block me as well? I've never and will never do anything to hurt or marginalize anyone. Why did you not give me the curtesy to defend myself?

I am not a bigot. I condone hate of any kind; and I wish everyone to live their lives in their happiest way possible.

I want to have fun on my blog, laugh at my own things, and appreciate mine/your/everyone's humor. Your sexuality has nothing to do with my estimation of you as a person; and I'm both sorry it came across that way and hurt that you'd assume so about me.

Truly, I do hope this is all a misconception. I don't bear any ill will, I'm sorry if there was hurt because it was unintentional; and I don't want to pit you and yours against me. Keep making awesome things; and if our journeys are separate, then I wish you a good one, regardless.

Thank you to anyone who read this. Please don't cause her problems, etc.-- I don't think you will XDDD just had to put it out there-- and feel free to keep on keepin' on with Anna. Mutually enjoy each other to your hearts' content! I welcome everyone and don't want to draw lines, because your fandom or interpretation experiences are your own.

But I can't tolerate misunderstandings or... lies? To this day, her work is an inspiration to me; and I'll still read and enjoy her fics that drew me to Tumblr in the first place. And it really, really hurts to think I'd never have known about this if I hadn't followed my gut.

If you think there's something I'm missing or have missed out on, feel free to tell me-- comment, tag, anon, or dm. I'm always open.

#txf #life #this is whole situation is... harsh #but I need to get this out #I've been wondering why everyone has been quiet on my TL #and why the fandom net has been closing in a little #follow/block whoever you want #but that's.. not fair how you did it #this is awkward #and I'm a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit shaky about posting this #this community means a lot #I don't want to lose anyone #but that's not up to me #draw your own conclusions #and-- most importantly-- have a lovely week #and if you unfollow this blog then have a lovely time enjoying people you love. If I can't be that for you that's okay~ #No Drama: Just Clearing Up Some Misconceptions #tagging this as #drama #so others can avoid #jewish-mulder #iwtb-scully #BananaChef #anders-hawke