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bratphilia · 5 months

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── ★ ˙ strawberry charm ̟ !!

note ✧.*‎ hello hello hello welcome to scream meets fnaf. randomly got this idea after rewatching scream, like, why don't i combine one both franchises in the only way i know how? william afton as ghostface coming into your house and fucking the shit out of you!! and here we are. i spent a lot more time on this than i usually do writing fics so i seriously hope ppl enjoy it. i'm also on break starting today so i'll be pumping out more content from now on going into the new year!

pairing ✧.*‎‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ college au and scream au, reader is college aged, william is her robotics professor, ghostface!william afton, reader is girly, vibrators, multiple orgasms, perversion, mentions of stalking, descriptions of gore, choking, consensual non consent, break-in, approximately one lick to the pussy, rough sex, dumbification, glove kink, slapping, slight daddy kink, cockwarming

taglist ✧.*‎‎ @dilfity @kissingrhi @iikyutee @ghoulsgraveyard @cemeteryry @gh0stsp1d3r

synopsis ✧.*‎ a man calls you up wondering what your favorite scary movie is.

you hold back a deep sigh at the low-quality horror movie being showed on the big screen in front of you. no, it's not the most important thing in the world, to see something "cinematically excellent" every time you go to the theater, but shit, wouldn't that be nice? anyways, that's not what you're here for. you're here for a date with this guy in your robotics class, specifically.

he's handsy, but so are you. one arm is slung around your shoulder, you're cuddled against his chest, knees drawn upwards, and his other hand coming around to rub circles on your thigh. yes, it's your first date together, after weeks of study "dates." yes, you were cuddling, very heavy emphasis on pda. what about it? it made up for this movie being fucking terrible, so why not.

you have to laugh. nico, your date, had promised chills and shivers up your spine and hoped for your head pushed into his shoulder at the scary parts of the movie. rotten luck for him. you want to laugh at that. and you accidentally snicker, causing him to look towards you. "what?"

"oh, nothing," you say, nodding back towards the movie.

he says nothing, thank god.

finally, there's a good part of the movie. the main character, a ditzy blonde with big tits is tied to a tree while the film's slasher rips her boyfriend's head from his body with a chainsaw. your muscles clench, not in fear, but in delight. you've always been a sucker for gore. and fuck, it gets something else clenching too. you seriously wonder if nico can feel you throbbing when he rests his hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. he leans in for a kiss. no tongue, just lips to lips. it's nice. you notice he put on chapstick and you can taste the buttery popcorn on his mouth.

however, you're interrupted by the creaking of a chair behind you. the sound of someone getting up and leaving. you didn't pull away in time to catch their face, but the noise frankly startled you than any other part of the movie.

the film ended shortly after that. no, the person who left never did end up returning to their seat behind you, but that had long since left your mind anyways. nico drove you home in his silver convertible, the top down creating a nice breeze through your hair. the car ride was silent but content. date successful, in your opinion, shitty movie aside.

"well, goodnight," he says when your door is barely cracked open and you're halfway inside. you silently leaned up on your tippy toes and pecking his lips once more. you ignore the crackle of twigs in the foliage surrounding your house, blaming it on the wind.

the door shut behinds you. you live in a campus house, but your roommates just so happen to be out of the house for the weekend. this has meant nothing but trouble for you — meaning you snuck your friend lacey's vibrator out of its drawer and had yourself some fun. over and over and over. pastel pink with a pretty bow on the hot glued on the end for decoration (the two of you might have done that together). but don't worry about how you know where her vibrator is, that's none of your business!

while you're washing off the facial cleanser from your face in the shower as conditioner sits patiently in your hair, you think about nico. specifically whether or not you're actually interested in him. sure, he's a nice guy, romantic. bad taste in movies but clearly cares about what you like since he picked out a horror film to take you on a date to. and yet, that nagging thing in the back of your head, the one that told you not to commit to a relationship for fear of being stuck in one, had you snap back to the reality of relationships. you'll never be free to just date who you want, whenever you want. it made you frown.

you get out of the shower eventually, still undecided about the future of your dating life, and you decide to put the topic to rest and relax with a classic: nightmare on elm street. or maybe something else? suspiria, the thing, or evil dead? you browse your collection, and stop at freddy vs. jason. speaking of shitty horror movies and sticking to the freddy theme, you think with a smirk.

you slip the cd into the player. super retro, i know right?

you're popcorn'd out, to say the least, so you skip on making a bowl. your movie is interrupted shortly by the buzzing of your phone. the caller id just lists a phone number in your area. usually, you wouldn't pick these up, but you do it anyways. stupidly.

"hello?" you call out into your phone.

"hello." comes a man's deep voice.

you scratch your head, careful not to chip your manicure. "who is this?"

"who is this?" he mimics you, emphasis on this.

you scoff, already annoyed. probably a prank call. "i asked you first."

"look," he mediates, probably sensing your forming annoyance, "all i have is a question to ask."

"alright..." you say. nothing wrong with that. "shoot."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

you pretend to contemplate. "hereditary," you say finally. of course it's your favorite. it's had your heart since you first saw it in theaters. anyone who knows you knows not to bring it up if they don't want to hear you go on a tangent about it. "it's the right amount of atmosphere with the right amount of gore."

"isn't that the one where the little girl gets decapitated after slamming into a telephone from sticking her head out of a car window?" the man on the phone drawls, testing you.

"yes!" you practically exclaim. you hope you found another fan. not many other people shared your enthusiasm for the movie as you did.

he hums. "that's an interesting choice. i don't hear it enough. a little depressing, though."

"you mean you call other girls asking them what their favorite horror movie is? that's a new level of game i've never seen before," you tease, abandoning the movie to get up mindlessly and head to the bathroom to put your hair up.

"not just any girl," he says with a chuckle.

"oh?" you say, "so i'm special?"

"you could say that."

you smile, staring back at your reflection. you get it now. "you know, you could've just come inside earlier, nico. no need to put on the act."

"i'm not nico," he corrects you sternly.

you scoff and roll your eyes, putting your device down and switching it to speaker phone so you can multitask. "right," you say, unconvinced.

you sort through your collection of hair clips, picking out the right one — "the one with the strawberry charm, huh? that one's my favorite. 's sweet like you."

you nearly drop the accessory. how the fuck? a shiver shoots up through your spine. your head snaps towards the direction of the bathroom window. searching desperately for an answer, anyone that could've just been watching. but no one's there, of course!

"that's not funny, nico," you snap. you're pretty sure you've worn this hair clip to a study date over at his apartment, right? and he might've even complimented you on it. yeah, you try to convince yourself, he's seen it before.

but that doesn't explain how he knew —

"i told you already," the man on the phone's voice is agitated, "i'm not nico."

"then who the fuck are you?!" you ask in a shrill voice, ready to hang up on this motherfucker. you steadily twist your hair upwards and secure the claw around it, letting your remaining hair fall in a ponytail.

"i'll prove it to you," he tells you as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "check the backyard."

you shockingly decide not to hang up for your sake. you would rather keep a close eye on the situation rather than just let something happen to you. you creep towards the sliding glass doors, gulp, then switch on the light, only to be met with monstrosity.

nico's on his knees; you can hear him whimpering from inside, scrambling for his amputated arm that lies in between him and the sliding door. you open your mouth but you can't scream; the only thing you can feel is a shudder that shakes you to your very core. you feel almost weak in the knees, desperate to keep yourself standing on your two feet. there's blood, so much blood. all the backyard porch, your roommates will be so mad and concerned about what happened? how can you even begin to explain this?

you try to do the only sane thing you can think of: hang up and call the police. the thought of this being one big prank pulled on you crossed your mind, but you were too scared not to act. a beat passes after you pressed that little red button on your phone, and the door bursts open. this time you scream.

in a dark blur, you're pressed roughly against a mirror that frames the wall behind the dining table. a gloved hand wraps around your throat. "you stupid bitch, hanging up on me."

you meet the mask of your captor: the damn mask from that slasher movie stab. you were never particularly fond of the franchise. "lame movie reference," you manage to choke out, and you instantly eat your words. he slaps you across the face and loosens his grip at the same time, watching you fall to your side on the hard ground.

you can barely gather your thoughts — your head is fucking swimming — before he's dragging you by your ankle with a strong grip in the direction of your bedroom. you hate how you slide so easily across the smooth floor. you try your best to break free, to run, wriggling your leg violently to shake him away to no avail. when he's dragged you successfully inside the bedroom he closes it behind you, bends down and manhandles onto lacey's bed.

tears spill down your cheeks. this is it. you're going to die. but he doesn't take out a knife, or any weapon, actually, to fatally harm you with. instead, he's rummaging through the drawers in front of the bed. and then it dawns on you and you sit up. that's the drawer where lacey's —

"ah, found it," the man says triumphantly, turning back towards you, pastel pink vibrator in hand, toying with the ribbon. "what a cute little thing. do you know how many times i've watched you get off to this little device? what a fucking sight you make."

your eyes narrow. "who are you?"

he chuckles, then uses a hand to remove his mask, revealing the face of your robotics professor. him? how is it possible you've managed to capture his attention? when throughout the entire course he's done nothing but ignore you, treating you like you didn't exist. always ignoring your questions. shit, he's the reason why you started going to nico in the first place for help in his class: because nico was like his golden-star-student.

"i don't get it," you say, lip trembling as tears well in your eyes. "why me? what did i do—"

"to captivate me?" he finishes your sentence, turning on the vibrator. you gulp like it's your impending doom. professor raglan kneels onto the bed and you wish you could back up but you only hit the headboard behind you. "well, for starters: you were always so eager for my attention. and it hurt me not to give it to you. couldn't blow my cover, sweetheart."

you still didn't understand, but you didn't have anymore time to contemplate or question him. he was spreading your legs, splitting open a space under your short, pink skirt for him to gain access to the area between your legs. you fumble with the sheets, holding them in a death grip. you definitely ruined your manicure. once your skirt bunches up around your hips, it reveals your panty-less mound. of course. you didn't think to wear anything after your shower because it wasn't like you were going out.

your professor whistles lowly, pupils dilating in desire. it's perverted, the way he puts down the vibe, and grabs your hips upwards so he can get a closer look at your pussy. you throb subconsciously, making him look back up at you with a quirked brow. he leans forward to blow air on you, eyes still steady to gage your reaction. you whimper and wriggle in his grasp, face heating up in embarrassment. "you just have the cutest little cunt," he comments when he pulls away, then sticks his tongue out to lick a stripe up your pussy. "mmm, even sweeter, too. sweeter than the little strawberry in your hair."

"ohh," you coo. you hate to admit how good it feels, but here you were, arching your back in his touch and moaning.

"yeah?" he asks, taking his mouth off of you for a moment. "my baby like it when i eat her dripping pussy?"

you sniffle, not answering. you can't find it within you to be able to. "no? maybe i'll stop and move on then." you want to cry, fuck. a feeling of relief settles back in when he takes the vibrator back in his hand. the low hum grabs your attention — not like you could zone out at a time like this anyways.

when the device meets your needly clit you groan, flex your fingers at the sheets. "oh, fuck," you whisper. his eyes never leave your face, and every time you regrettably look at him, he's breathing heavily, open mouthed, like he just can't get enough of you. so you avoid looking at him, going through stages of keeping your eyes closed or looking up at the ceiling, praying for sweet release to whatever cruel deity is looking upon you getting fucked by this old man.

the vibrations against your clit are a little too good to be true. you can't help but feel like there's a price, one you'll specifically have to pay with his dick inside you. you wonder if it'll be lame like the other guys you've had, but honestly? you could get off to the thought of this situation, and you'll definitely remember this for future masterbation-sake. you're a freak like that.

raglan presses down on your stomach, iliciting a hiss from you through your teeth. "want you to come all over my arms," he tells you, "coat my gloves, you'll make me so happy."

fuck, then you get an idea. the gloves inside of you. you throb once more at the thought. "i-inside," you murmur, hoping he'd get the message.

"huh? what's that, baby?" he asks mockingly, but you know damn well he heard you. please don't make me said it, you think.

you reach down to touch his free hand, guiding it towards your entrance. "want my fingers inside you, hmm? baby needs something inside her to feel satisfied?"

"mhm," you hum with a nod of your head. he slowly slips a gloved finger inside you, the fabric deliciously creating friction that makes you grind on his hand. he looks up at you with a dirty smile, then reaches forward to kiss you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you ever so slowly. it's perfect. the stimulation of the vibrator combined with the feeling of his clothed hand is enough to make you burst.

and you do gracefully. so much that he pecks your cheek, tells you how much of a good girl you are for him, as lewd 'ah's tumble from your lips uncontrollably. you buck against his hand until he pulls is out of you, whining at his removal.

"i know, sweetheart, i know," he sympathizes after you, "daddy's cock's gonna be inside you soon, though. then you'll have something else to play with."

you're already exhausted from your first orgasm, somewhat unsure of how you're going to take the next, but you can hardly think about that now. you're drunk off the atmosphere between you two, nico's amputation is far forgotten. you can't even remember what you were doing before this. your hair is tussled in a way that has your hair clip drooping down the side of your shoulder loosely, but you don't have any energy to fix it. all you can think about is daddy's — wait, when did he become daddy? — cock inside you, and that's all that matters.

raglan begins to grind his bare cock against your entrance, having discarded his black slacks moments ago. he rubs the tip against you, purposefully bumping against your click, drawing out a symphony of noises — babbles along the lines of "please, just put it in, i can't take it anymore" — as your face contorts in a sob and tears fall down your cheeks again.

"my girl is such a crybaby," he chuckles, then slowly guides your hips to slide down on his cock. he fills you up by the inch, making you feel every ridge and vein. the stinging sensation of not being adjusted to his length washes over you in a surprisingly pleasurable wave. "so fucking tight," he gasps. he lets out his respective groans once he's fully sheathed inside of you.

then he starts moving; then things start to get good. you're not fully adjusted to his length, but the way you're leaking around him makes for perfect lube. what's a little pleasure without pain? it could be worse, you could be on the floor writhing in pain with multiple stab wounds, but instead you were being stabbed by his dick inside of you, so you weren't in a position to complain.

raglan leans down so his body is on top of yours, keeps himself steady by planting one hand to the side of your head as he aggressively snaps his hips into yours. you realize, in this moment, just how desperate he's probably been for this. not like you could do much thinking, but the way he was pistoning inside you said enough about how he felt. and god you felt good, clenching and unclenching around him, making the prettiest noises he's ever heard.

one particularly hard thrust has your head swimming, like it did when he slapped you. you want him to slap you again, so you initiate it in the only way you know how; reaching forward to land a weak hit across his face. he stops moving for a second, shocked. then with a swift whack across the face, he's back to thrusting inside of you, even harder this time around. "wanted me to hit you so bad, you could've just asked you dumb little slut," he growls into your ear.

"''m sorry," you have the audacity to giggle, "couldn't tell you."

"yeah? am i fucking you that stupid?" he asks, "'course, i don't expect you to able to answer that."

he flips you over suddenly so you land on your stomach, putting himself back in, fucking you with reckless abandon. the way his cock is hitting your g-spot right now has you plummeting over the edge. you wriggle your hips backwards to help him get off too, which he does right inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

he doesn't pull out. he's waited too damn long for this to do so. he's gonna enjoy a nice, long time inside of you, whether you like it or not. he collapses on his side, pulling you close to him so that he's spooning you. the most important thing to him in that moment, is your half-awake form rising and falling with each breath against him with his cock buried deep inside of you, strawberry charmed hair clip discarded somewhere by the pillows.

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut #🎀 — diary entry

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teopatra · 8 months

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Holaaaa

~ choose a meme for a channeled message // this is not a tarot reading .. happy Virgo season and happy Mercury RX 🥵 feel free to choose multiple groups-

Why do ppl love/hate u ??

Group 1 : si or yes

People do not know how to read you. The decision most people would immediately jump on you take the time to consider and really weigh your options. People hate that about you bc they think you’re too good but it’s lowkey a subtle flex bc it shows you have options. People feel like you get too many chances or things come to easy for you and almost like it’s not fair like you always win. If it’s a situation where you always win people feel like you don’t even try. For example at school it can be a random drawing and your name can get called in an assembly or in the morning announcements and people know you didn’t even try and they put so much energy into hoping they’d get it. 😂

Folks pay a lot attention to you bc you always seem so oblivious yet you’re so rational. You say the most intelligent things and overall you make people feel stupid because a lot of times people assume you’re slow or have dumb blonde energy when half the time you’re not even paying attention. But the other half of the time when you seem like you’re not paying attention you actually are you’re just very strategic. Life is like a game of chess for you and this can make others feel like you’re sneaky or have the intention to one up them by using information when it’s convenient for you. You give non chalant energy but not in a rude way in a calm at peace type of way. People leave you out because you make them realize they’re lowkey thirsty or pick Me’s since you don’t jump at every opportunity like they would, but you teach others about the vastness of life by being patient. Others see you as abundant and before you come into peoples lives even if you’re not close to them they see things as very black and white, this or that, left or right, but you being a multi faceted perspective energy to things. I’m getting mutable energy especially gemini, or heavy Jupiter energy or aspects to your Jupiter or 9th house.

People do love that you kind of don’t care about things BUT YOU DO😂 people really don’t understand you, but the crazy thing is with you it’s what you see is what you get but people swear that you’re hiding something or people may ask you what’s wrong a lot and you’re like nothing????? You don’t have the typical type of resting face it’s more of a stare into the distance because you’re trying to remember if you unplugged your flat iron or turned off the TV before you left the house. If you’re in school you may forget about assignments or homework and end up having to do them on the bus, in the bathroom or in other classes and people hate that they’re tying to fill you in on things but you seem so preoccupied like you don’t care but girl you’re just trying to passss.

EVERYONE wants your energy meanwhile they’re all gossiping about you lowkey bc you’re so interesting and they don’t have anything better to talk about in the sense. But not bc there isn’t anything to talk about it’s just you’re so mysterious. You’re a popular loner like people will try to leave you out just to tell you about it later and you’re like 😃 ohmygosh that’s so wonderful and they’re like BIH you should be jealous like… people really wanna make you the villain. The type of look you have is very girl or guy next door but effortlessly sexy. You actually do alot of self care and you’re intentional with getting dressed but you’re subtle. It’s just a I washed my face and brushed my hair type of thing. You could have a chiseled jawline or symmetrical face. I’m seeing Reggie’s fine self from riverdale. It reminds me of the main character from clueless also how she’s very girl next door almost typical looking but still very standardly pretty. Don’t get me wrong you’re gorgeous and you eat everybody up on your normal day to day. I feel like you actually plan to really make yourself look nice n the mornings before you go to work too but half the time you’re almost running late bc that sleep just be too good.. you focus mostly on your dental health and I see you putting drops n your hair like hair vitamins or oil so your hair must be long and light brown. OHHH you’re giving me Ariana vibes , “no tears left to cry” like people love that you’re unproblematic but that’s the problem lol who do you think you are to be so unbothered? Meanwhile you’re oblivious 😂

Signs: STRONG Scorpio, cancer, gemini, Pisces too actually all water

Side note: People love your hair and be wanting to play with it, when you flip your hair it’s smells like Garnier fructise or something like that like not the new style shampoos that smells perfumy the old type shampoos that smell fruity but still that tumblr era shampoo smell . Your hair puts people n a trance everyone stares at the back of your head when you’re not looking so keep protection crystals around or evil eye

Group 2 : eeyuh?

People love how talkative you are; you’re funny as hell like why you be saying crazy stuff. Even teachers love you or superiors look up to you even if you’re younger. Your supervisors or older colleagues could have crushes on you because you make them feel young like you. People love your light hearted youthfulness it makes them feel comfortable being themselves. This causes people to get clingy and obsess over you. People may send you random messages through the day like when they’re at the store shopping like Ohemgee this reminds me of you haha and it’s like a notebook or some random stuff they have at 5 below and you’re thinking uhmmmm ohhhkay should I be offended orrrrr…? Lol people make themselves uncomfortable with how much they love you because everyone kinda volunteered you as tribute to be THEE it girl or HIM, and you’re like Ohemgee I’m the main character but you just keep that to yourself. People feel like bc they praise you or put you on a high pedistal that you owe THEM something 😂 it gives you wouldn’t be here without me energy almost like you’re a local celebrity and if it wasn’t for your fans that you would be a nobody. You mind your own business and sometimes you can’t get time to yourself bc someone is ALLLLLWAYS calling your name and you’ve gotten caught a few times trying to avoid people n the halls, office, target or whatever and those people feel slapped by will smith n the moment bc how dare you. Next thing you know you’re shadow banned irl by everyone. You have this very magnetic control on folks to where everyone’s energy is the EXACT SAME towards you it’s almost scary sometimes cuz you’ll think dang did someone pass away? Cuz the energy is HEAVY; you’re left confused as if you didn’t get them memo then BOOM almost as if paparazzi announced the new issue of YOU is dropping and everyone needs the scoop and now you’re bombarded at once. Angry mob vibes almost. Heavy air sign energy I’m sensing Kanye, Doja, trump even tho you prob can’t stand either of those 3 ppl the example is to show how they can have such a strange cult like following and be hated but followed at the same time.

Back to the funny thing where you end up being like the class clown bc once people get your joke which it’s not like you’re trying to be funny but you’re very theatrical in how you talk and communicate and it cracks people up and those laughs just fuel you. People hate that you’re so funny they don’t want you to stop but then they realize so much time has gone by that they’ve spent laughing at you they’re now mad bc THEY got distracted 😂 people hate how you disappear or you like to eat alone people be literally wanting to watch you eat. People hate how obsessed they get over you because they start to feel like the feeling isn’t mutual but even as outgoing as you as you tend to be a bit reserved at times especially when you’re trying to focus. You have very good time management skills and you type fast lmao. People hate how fast you finish your work and how fast you run 😂 you’re a runner you’re a track star 😂 you be runnin from people huh lol people will literally chase you like this old school Disney channel movies where the fans chase the pop star.

People love love love you but they hate how lost in time you make them feel and everyone wants to be your best friend and people may try to make it seem like you’re mixy or you’re just social for attention.You actually made yourself be social to help with your shyness or anxiety; only your close family would realize this and you almost live a double life like Kim possible or Hannah Montana where your family would be so surprised to see how much of a starrrrrr you areeee. You may like to read books or do skits; I’m hearing theatre kid or you like to sing old pop or rock n roll. I heard “that’s just the way we roll” by the Jonas brothers 🥺 I love them they’re actually having a concert n my city this week 🫶🏽😭I’m getting more Pisces and gemini vibes like group 1, also Leo and Sagittarius

Group 3 : doj

People hatteeeee how fine you are 😂 you will catch people staring at you and you don’t know why? You also can be super tall or super strong and if you’re a workout girly people like staring at your muscles or buttocks lol . People hate to see you in the gym or gym class bc you can do so many reps OR it’s the fact that you’re not the typical type to look as strong as you actually are and there’s a saying/ word for this but I can’t remember what it is. You could be very slim or maybe more thicker or big boned and if you’re on the heavier side you’re super beautiful and people have never seen someone plus size be that beautiful. Sorry if that’s triggering but people are superficial. People hate that you look better than them even tho you’re big 😂 BIG SEXYYYYY . For my plus size girlies and gents you have a lot of confidence and everyone loves you and people hate that bc you make them feel small no pun intended but n the sense that they try to put you down maybe by making a fat joke or a skinny joke and it just makes them look lame bc you’re actually the total package you’re smart, creative, strong mentally emotionally and physically and all they can do is comment on your weight 😂 people actually wish you were their friend bc you sound so smart when you speak it makes people feel slow bc you’re very wise.

People love how you dress and they love your shoes and the bags you carry. If you get pedicures pay attention to when you get a fresh set bc I’m hearing it be looking good and people lowkey wanna copy they wait for you to get a new color. Or you have gorgeous looking feet it makes people stare it them in a weird way lmao and you may catch people staring at parts of your body even if it’s your face and they feel awkward and may try to make a 😒🥴 face because you looked at them back bc of how hard they was staring like 🙄. Your family or friends may be very well known and you’re very quiet which for some reason attract a lot of rude people to you like someone may try to cut you off in line and you call them out now they’re embarrassed. You could have to deal with confrontation a lot or have disciplinary hearings like someone was always telling on you trying to get you into trouble 😂you’re literally so quiet half the time but you also speak multiple languages so you could be part foreign and people assume you’re dumb bc you’re foreign smh.. you could be into spirituality or some associates from school or your neighborhood could have seen you in your traditional dress maybe you’re of Asian/Indian descent or you’re Muslim … if you’re into spirituality people actually watch your YT, tiktoks or listen to your tarot readings and may blame you for being right like😂 I was just trying to warn you. People really do not like you sometimes and you honestly don’t even do anything aww 🥺 PLEASEEEE don’t let this make you feel bad bc tbh your lil feelings would be hurt n the moment but after about 5 to 10 minutes you don’t even care 😂

Like you’ll go home and forget that even happened and if you are sensitive and it hurts your feelings people are threatened by you and sometimes that’s just life and both life and people can be sucky but you’re not here n this lifetime for people your here to share your research findings and your creativity/art. Especially if you’re a tarot reader, a yogi, a herbalist, spiritualist or any type of healer , you heal those who have negative energy around or towards you bc they cannot transmute the energy in their own. It’s not your job to transmute energy for others tho bc if you do that people will only become codependent off of you then turn on you. You have to build up strength and boundaries and if you have been doing so or done that already then good. People will try you sometimes and just don’t even let it get to you bc they are projecting onto you but people love your advice they just hate that it’s you giving it 😂 you really bother insecure folks

Big libra, Capricorn vibes .. also Taurus or Saturn dominants /aspected Saturn

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ardourie · 1 month

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ok cool ig im name dropping then, u are literally making up headcanons about me based on fucking nothing, i didn’t exclusively focus on the flaws of white trans people over cis white people if u actually read anything i posted instead of believing anons randomly accusing me of things you’d see my only issue is white people like YOU because you are white

watering down the impact of racism and pretending that it isn’t as harmful when coming from queer people as if being queer is an inherently purifying or redeemable action, this website is overwhelmingly trans, our circles are majority trans, getting into disagreements with trans people on here is going to happen bc of how many queer people there are on this platform, if the only people you claim i harassed are users like ratliker i don’t want to fucking hear it, i’ve been having people call me a terf for years bc of standing up to her racism and black genocide denial, every single fucking time someone on here does something racist and a brown person points it out ppl around you run to call them transphobic, like ur doing right now! the second sentence of her post literally says i deserve to be called a terf for just talking about the racism happening on the poll, she said that HERSELF

i said hussie has done racist acts and has racism in their comic, that doesn’t make hussie evil or fans of it evil it just means we should actually acknowledge its there and not have viral post going around claiming that none of what hussie did was that bad bc they’re trans and if ur bothered by it ur automatically transphobic, as if that isn’t an incredibly fucked up thing to say, bc u said that urself on ur blog multiple times, here’s my original and ONLY post that made someone go and tell plaidos i sent death threats when that wasn’t remotely what i was saying

plaidos posted this ask that immediately had ppl in my inbox calling me a terf and bigot for harassing a trans girl (hussie) and saying im a horrible person for sending death threats when i NEVER did that, had no reason to, and hussie isn’t even ON tumblr to do that

she also stated that she meant i “started” the death threats instead of sending them which is still a fucking lie bc the poll that i was referencing was posted FOUR days ago and has ppl fighting and talking about death threats about hussie before i even knew it fucking existed, and she would know bc she was arguing under the post four days ago HERSELF

how did i start death threats on a post i didnt find out about until 4 days after people were fighting under it? how the fuck does that work?

she then went on to slip up and reveal that she subconsciously thinks the queer community is only white bc when ppl complain about white queers they r complaining about latent racism, bc brown people exist in ur community and acting like poc criticizing white people (who will always be white no matter the other identities they have) means u hate queers is racist as hell

shit like THIS is what hussie was doing on a constant basis

these are just two examples you could google “homestuck racism” and find much more my only point that i ever made is that it’s insensitive and fucked up to act like anyone who doesn’t like or even hates homestuck for its racism is a transphobe or evil instead possibly someone deeply affected by hussies racism, and plaidos was under the original poll post i referenced arguing with black people calling them liars for saying hussie is racist and has antiblackness in his work:

if you recognize hussie is racist and has racism in their work why the fuck are you arguing with black people about that fact? why are you pretending people are lying and making up rumors when hussies racism has been a known fact for a literal decade at this point, hussie was quite literally responsible for a boom in antiblack racism online in the early internet you cannot be so dense as to not acknowledge this, and i want to clarify im literally a homestuck fan, homestuck meant so much to me as a kid, and bc of that i know that online spaces for homestuck treated black people like absolute shit for complaining about the racism, i was bullied and harassed so much for even being upset at characters in the comic using the n word or mocking black people, im criticizing it bc i care about it being such a large phenomenon responsible for the normalization of my oppression.

not going over the homestuck racism workshop thing bc u ppl r being purposefully obtuse and i already talked about it here

if you don’t believe me, please go ask the people accusing me of these things for screenshots of me sending death threats, ask them to show that i have no transfem friends, ask them to show it bc every fucking time theirs never any proof, stop believing ask u read about me with no proof stop believing rumors, put urself in the shoes of others, would you want hundreds of ppl sharing post saying you did something you didn’t fucking do with no proof? ask yourself why you don’t see many black people speak out on racism on here and ask urself if maybe it might correlate to how we get demonized for it, if you think callout culture is bad why participate in it in a way where you don’t even have photo evidence backing for what your sharing

lastly, u people keep going on and on about the company i keep but are the same ones cropping out the trans girls im friends with and constantly talking to on my blog, you did it with the last situation regarding aaron bushnell you did it with the previous pregnancy callout, yall literally accuse every trans girl around me of being self hating or theyfabs, random trans women who simply shared my opinion have been harassed and accused of being sock puppets, i have a whole post about that in my pinned, but u don’t care, it’s easier to make me a scape goat and deflect criticisms of racism despite you being white and unaffected than it is to simply go “yeah some people are gonna hate media that has racism in it and that isn’t indicative of anything other than hating racism” your fucking white, can we be serious right now, you published ask saying i was sending death threats to hussie when that never happened and accused me of starting the anger on a poll i never reblogged that a bunch of my trans girl mutuals were complaining about 16 hours ago, so which is it? transfem opinions matter to you or they don’t? bc it seems like u just pick a fucking choose which girls to listen to and like randomly going after black people for not liking antiblack racism

#drama

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more redacted headcanons!!!

some might be angsty? most of them?

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- i saw a hc where milo isn’t necessarily short, but the other guys are just unbelievably tall. in my head milo is 5’11, ash is 6’5, and david is 6’9. tank is the only one who looks deceiving bc they’re like 5’10 in my head but their wolf is as big as david’s. ppl from the outside make the joke that shaw security is secretly a tall person club

- guy was a music major before he switched to writing. i mentioned it in his playlist post but i get those vibes HARD. he also writes honey poetry because he knows they secretly like it

- i like the idea that darlin and angel came from a rough family upbringing because 1. it’s relatable to a lot of ppl and 2. it would explain why tank shoves themselves into harms way and why angel is so outgoing now. it shows different responses to trauma imo.

- babe sometimes has crippling panic attacks on the thought of angel being a latent empowered and leaving them alone as the unempowered person of the group, but in my mind babe is the latent one and they’re a fire elemental.

- sweetheart feels guilty sometimes for being empowered while the other mates aren’t. they know it has absolutely nothing to do with them and that they can’t do anything about it, but sometimes they feel a pang in their heart at the fact that the other two won’t feel their core swell and warm up when looking at their mates.

- starlight has night terrors about the time they fell down—both times. they also think about when avior fell and they can’t help but intrusively picture what he looked like when he finally landed. it makes them physically ill. avior has to be extra careful when talking back about their experiences sometimes.

- lovely is still goes to therapy every week to work through the trauma of adam, dying, and now they’ve added the summit on top of that. they’re withering away into a husk of themselves. they’re so exhausted with dealing with all of this pressure, but they’d do anything for vincent (and i think that’s going to be their downfall).

- gavin has been brought to tears on multiple occasions at the thought that freelancer loves him for him and not just because he’s an incubus. he’s had to muffle his sobs because he genuinely does not know how he deserved someone so loving. he hasn’t brought it up to them yet.

- i think that freelancer is on the ace spectrum (greysexual maybe?) and that gavin was the only person they’ve ever really had sex with, or wanted to have sex with. they trusted him enough to “show them the ropes” and he built their confidence to where it is now. gavin helped build their relationship with sex and while they’re still on the spectrum, they’re more positive about it and they enjoy that kind of intimacy with him.

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that’s all that i can squeeze out of my brain rn >:( i haven’t been on tumblr that much and UGH it’s just bc my real life is more interesting than my redacted life (which is a very good thing, but still it makes me sad) and i have no motivation to post 💔 but here are some hcs that have been on my mind lately :3 i hope they make sense

k byeee 💟

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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STEVE GETTING JEALOUS BECAUSE EDDIE IS GETTING CLOSE TO YOU SO HE FUCKS YOU AND OVERSTIMULATES YOU AND AFTER YOURE LIKE “what was that for” AND HE TELLS YOU WND YOURE LIKE “you know eddie’s gay right?”

(just an fyi, in this eddie would be okay with you telling ppl obvi)

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summary: Steve has always been jealous of your relationship with Eddie, convinced he was in love with you. When you take Eddie to a party, his jealously goes wild, making sure Eddie knows exactly who is your boyfriend.

warnings: steve harington x fem!reader, gay!eddie munson x fem!reader (platonic), SMUTT, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, squirting, overstim, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, car sex

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You and Eddie were good friends- you’d go as far as to call him your best friend. Regardless of what people said about him, you knew how sweet he was, how kind, how goddamn funny he was. It wasn’t exactly a new thing for people to think you two were dating- many people asked you if you were. But you always shut them down, telling them the two of you were, and will only be, friends.

One thing that made you certain that Eddie didn’t have feelings for you, was him coming out to you. It was very late at night, the two of you higher than the goddamn Sun when he admitted it to you. Obviously, you understood why he was so apprehensive about telling you, in a town like this- anyone gay would HAVE to assume everyone was homophobic to survive.

But you never really got the anger surrounding gay people, they’re just trying to love who they love. How would that be different from a man and a woman? You’d learnt early in life not to ask questions like that, but it was always in the back of your mind.

You could feel the tension in Eddie’s shoulders disappear when you pulled him into a hug, promising him that nothing had changed between the two of you, and swearing that you wouldn’t tell anyone.

To be honest, knowing the truth made the dating rumours all the more hilarious, you and Eddie in fits of laughter whenever someone asked.

The rumours quickly died down when you started dating Steve, you weren’t sure if he had ever heard the rumours, but if he had, he knew they weren’t true. You were his, not anyone else’s, certainly not Eddie’s.

But no matter how much it bothered Steve, he would rather die than say anything about being jealous of Eddie Munson.

Eddie on the other hand didn’t have that quality.

You swear to god, if you had a dollar for every time he said, “I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but he pisses me off.”, you’d be a damn millionaire.

Once again, the source of the jealousy wasn’t about you- it was about Dustin. Because for every word Dustin spoke about Eddie, he spoke ten about Steve. The kid looked up to Eddie, but Steve was his goddamn idol.

Because of this, Eddie and Steve never really spoke to each other- let alone hung out. But all that changed at Chrissy’s birthday party.

You had known Chrissy since you were a toddler, spending a lot of your time doing ‘gymnastics tricks’ on the playground, your parents screaming at you to be careful as your head had near-misses with the asphalt.

But as close as you and Chrissy were, you hated her friends. The girls on the cheer team were nice- to you at least. But some of the boy's basketball team were just… evil, they would spend all day bullying anyone who was even the slightest bit different, and then spends their weekends preaching about ‘loving thy neighbour’. You didn’t fit in with them at all.

So when you got the invite, you knew you needed backup. Steve was pretty easy to convince, being friends with a lot of the attendees, but Eddie, he was a tough one to crack.

“Why? Why in God’s name would I go to Chrissy’s party?” He said, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

“Because…” You knew this was gonna be work, so you put on your award-winning doe eyes and started the guilt trip. “If you’re not there, you’ll be leaving me with jerks like Jason, and we swore not to do that to each other.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing what you were doing, “You don’t have to go you know?” He says.

You shook your head at him, “Eds, I’ve been friends with her since we could walk, I have to go to her birthday party. Come on, it’ll be fun! You even said it yourself Chrissy was a nice girl, don’t you want to commemorate her birthday with your best friend?”

He pauses, knowing you’re right. “Fine.” He says, dragging out the ‘e’, “But you’re driving me, I don’t want those laundry basket freaks keying my van.”

You laugh, accepting his terms, intentionally leaving out the fact that you were also driving Steve.

After careful consideration, you decided to pick up Steve first, you told him you were also driving another person to the party, but you left out who. So when you turned into the trailer park, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you taking Max to the- oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He says as Eddie walks out of his trailer, recognising your car and walking towards it.

You thank every god there could be that you had tinted windows, ensuring Eddie didn’t see Steve until he was already in the car. Starting the car as soon as he gets in.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Eddie complains, slumping in his seat.

Steve shrugs, “Could say the same thing about you, Munson.”

Of course, this is the one thing they agreed on.

The rest of the car ride was torture, no one said a single word the entire time. You quickly regretted your entire decision, all hope of tonight being the night where Eddie and Steve finally got along disappearing the closer you got to the party.

When you finally get to the party, Eddie honestly looks excited to get out of the car, immediately walking into the house with his little lunchbox in hand. You couldn’t blame him for bringing it, if he isn’t gonna enjoy the party he may as well make some money from it right?

You and Steve were quick to follow, Steve almost immediately ditching you for his old jock friends. Leaving you and Eddie to fend for yourselves.

Despite the… awkward energy in the air, you and Eddie managed to have a pretty fun time, even convincing him to dance to some Madonna with you- in exchange for permission to rant about how pop music is the bane of our existence. But he couldn’t hide the smile on his face as you twirled him.

What you didn’t see was Steve’s glare from across the room. He wasn’t an idiot- of course, he heard the rumours about you and Eddie, and he trusted you, he really did. He just didn’t trust Eddie.

Nothing could convince him Eddie wasn’t in love with you, the way he looked at you would’ve been enough, but it's also the fact he’s known you for YEARS. Anyone who knew you for that long had to be in love with you, Steve was within a few months. He couldn’t keep watching this, you were so oblivious. How could you not tell?

Steve didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew one thing for sure.

Eddie needs to learn his fucking place.

You had left Eddie to continue his “business transactions” when Steve came up to you, arms wrapping around your front as he hooked his chin onto your shoulder.

“Hey” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “‘You having fun?”

He nods, angling his head to pepper small kisses on your neck. You giggle, moving your body to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands glide up to your waist while yours hook into his hair.

“Wanna find somewhere private?” He mutters into your lips.

You nod, “Definitely, but all of the- private rooms are… taken.” You say, remembering watching different members of the cheer squad walk upstairs with jocks.

Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyebrows furrowed, “how are they all taken?” he said. He knew how much the basketball team got around, but Jesus Christ. “Guess we gotta go for a drive…”

Steve practically drags you to your car, not that you weren’t following. The place you parked was quite… hidden, so there was no real fear of being caught. The two of you piled into the seat, Steve immediately pulling you into his lap.

He captures your lips into a kiss, “I’m gonna be rough, yeah? Is that okay?” he says in between kisses. You nod, gasping as he slips his hand up your shirt, groping your breast. He shakes his head, “Words, I need words.”

You whine, rolling your hips down onto his lap, already needy, “Please touch me, Steve,” You beg.

That’s all it takes for Steve to push his fingers under your skirt, moving your panties to the side as he slides his fingers through your slick. “Shit,” He mutters, “Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

And with that, he pushes two fingers into you, curling them against your spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, begging him to touch you more as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

He picks a steady pace with his fingers, nearly completely slipping them out of you before thrusting them back in. You let out a near-pornographic moan, causing Steve to move his free hand from your breast to your throat, cutting off your moan as he applies pressure. The buzz from the oxygen deprivation only adds to the pleasure Steve is giving you.

“Shut the fuck up. We don’t want anyone finding us.” He says, whispering soft ‘shhs’ as he refuses to relent the torturous pace on your clit as he pounds his fingers into you.

Steve was lying however, he wouldn’t mind Eddie finding out how good HE was making you feel, reminding him that he would never be able to do the same. But Steve will have to just settle for him seeing the aftermath.

Steve can tell your close, your walls clamping around his fingers, he prods a third finger at your entrance before thrusting it into you, the stretch sending you over the edge.

When the coil snaps, you swear the world ends for a moment, only pleasure remaining. Your hips stuttering as they roll against his hand.

As you come down from your high you expect his hands to slow, getting ready to slip out of you. But they don't, in fact, Steve seems to have picked up the pace, watching you with an eager eye as oversensitivity bites at you.

“Steve, please” You moan, unsure if you're begging for him to stop or keep going.

He presses kisses down your throat, “One more for me, come on, you can do one more.” He asks, voice slightly muttered by your skin.

You moan, nodding against him as the overstimulation fades to pleasure. You grind your hips down, riding his fingers as he continues to flick at your clit.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, your hands tugging at his long locks, face buried into his neck as you writhe against him.

“Good girl,” He groans, fingers still guiding you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop when you start to pull away. You’re already pulling at his belt buckle when he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

You lift your hips, lining up his cock. Just as you’re about to slowly slide down, Steve thrusts up, tugging you down as he bottoms out. You moan out, gripping his shoulders as he immediately thrusts up into you.

Normally when you were fucking like this, Steve was more than happy to let you ride, enjoying watching you in control, but now… you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

But you weren’t about to complain.

You let him fuck into you, using his hands on your hips to grind you onto him. He hits deep in you, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Fuck, Steve.” You say, cradling your hands in his hair- just looking for something to hold on to.

Steve moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the swollen nub, barrelling you to your orgasm. “Holy-shit, Steve, close.” You stutter out in between moans.

He takes that as a sign to fuck harder into you, nearly fully exiting you before harshly thrusting back into you, going as deep and as quick as he can. Finding a spot on your neck and biting down to suck a bruise- just to keep himself quiet.

The warmth in your stomach grows stronger, until a wave crashes over you, your body going completely lax, a massive amount of wet presenting itself as you squirt around him. Steve pulls off your neck, moaning out as your walls clamp around him, spurting his cum into you as he rocks you through your respective orgasms.

It’s not until he stops moving that you see the mess you’ve made. His jeans are completely soaked. The car seats are wet, but thankfully nothing a good clean won't fix.

Steve holds you against himself, watching carefully as you take in the mess, still mewling from the orgasm. “That was so hot,” He says, tilting your head to his face, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Your jeans…” You mutter, brushing your hands through his hair.

He chuckles, “I brought a spare change of clothes since we said I’m staying over”

You sigh, body relaxing knowing he wouldn’t have to go back in with soaked jeans. He slides out of you, laying you down on the backseat while he grabs his overnight bag, as well as some tissues from the glovebox.

He carefully cleans you up, apologising every time he bumps your sensitive clit, before changing into new jeans, they were a different colour than the ones he was wearing before, so people were gonna figure out what had happened, but you didn't care.

You make eye contact with Eddie as you walk back into the party, you gesture your head to the drinks and then at him, asking if he wants one. He nods, and you walk towards the drinks table, ready to grab you, Eddie and Steve a drink.

Steve sits next to Eddie, he’s sitting in a secluded spot, so Steve knows he’s been dealing. He watches as you slightly limp towards the drinks. Eddie looks between you and Steve, then notices the change in jeans. A knowing smirk forms on his face.

“Jesus dude, you couldn’t wait ‘til you got home?” Eddie says, laughing as you stumble back with the drinks. “She can’t even walk properly, holy shit.”

Steve rolls his eyes, finally ready to put an end to this. “Look man, I know you have a thing for her or whatever, but you’ve gotta back off. She doesn’t like you back” He says, turning to Eddie, “Understood?”

Eddie’s brows are furrowed, confusion written all over his face, “Yeah,” he says, chuckling before turning to Steve, “You know I’m gay, right?”

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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lynlmao · 7 months

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kisses, hugs & cuddles 🫂

cc!Quackity x f!Reader hcs [SFW/FLUFF]

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD, this is kinda just to dump my thoughts sooo,, enjoy ? also this is my first post in a long time, so sorry if it seems cluttered or unrealistic💀

KISSES

He puts chapstick on so his lips are soft

His kisses are either very affectionate, very sloppy, or both and I feel like when he’s really happy or excited or something like that(?) he kisses u multiple times/peppers kisses on ur face.

He’d be like “Omg cmere..*MUWWHAAAH PHMUAH MWUAHMWAMWAMWA*” like u can hear a pucker noise if that makes sense🤗 .

Sometimes u gotta push his face away from yours bcs you might be late or something and he’d just look at you with a pout on his face :(

(I personally would rather take the kisses and be late)

When u kiss him he’s like “😍☺️😏😚” yk?

I feel like if u wear lip balms/glosses then he would have a fav…sometimes he kisses u when u have lip gloss/balm to taste it and then he’d be like

“Babe…..can u wear that lip gloss/balm u we’re wearing last time”

Lets u kiss his face, neck, and/or hands with lipstick on and then posts it on his ig story with the caption “these are better than hickeys”

He’d still be into hickeys but I feel like he would want them to be in areas he could cover up.

Making out with him‼️

Again, it’s either romantic, or you guys just look like horny teenagers💀.

Ok, a lil off topic but I remember his qsmp elections stream with that mannequin at the start….And how he was gripping its hair😍

Anyways he definitely holds u by the hair or by the neck while making out. No questions asked.

Sometimes he’d be like: “Your *kiss* so *kiss* goddamn *kiss* PRETTY. *MUWAHH*”

Basically kisses for days.

Also pls kiss him back or you’ll make the poor boy go crazy.

HUGS/CUDDLES

His hugs are so sweet and I noticed that when he hugs ppl he does that light back rub thing☹️💗

when ur cooking something he sneaks up behind u and snuggles you (and maybe try and tickle u if he’s feeling like silly😭)

his hugs are super warm and comforting, especially when ur sad, I swear one big hug from him can literally make u go from 😭 to 🥲☺️

When u and him cuddle he’s a switch but I feel like you would probably be the big spoon cus he wants to lay his head on or in between ur boobs.

He finds it comforting the way you wrap your arms around him tightly, but not enough to suffocate him. The soft “badump” sound of your heart beat, your soft breathing, and the smell of your perfume.

At some point he just starts to get drowsier and falls asleep.

His head against ur chest + you running ur hand through his hair = literally heaven for him.

When he’s a big spoon, it’s probably in the morning when you’re about to get out of bed and get ready…Until you swiftly get pulled back into the comfy bed and all you hear is “no.”.

After a few failed attempts of escaping him, you finally give in but only for a few more minutes.

Sometimes when he’s the big spoon he likes when your both somewhat facing each other because he enjoys looking down on you, he thinks the way you look when u look up at him is adorable😭

idk how to explain it but it’s like taking a photo at an angle that makes ur eyes a little bit bigger and u just look cute like that🤷🏻‍♀️.

But if he ends up streaming and your already sleeping then hes the big spoon. Carefully pulling you closer to him with his hand on ur stomach while nuzzling his face into your hair, enjoying the scent of your shampoo.

Speaking of scent and cuddling he would also know when your using a new perfume🤗.

So basically this is what I imagine happening when he smells your new perfume:

*smelling u a lil* *Ooo are you using a different perfume?…what is this one called??

“[insert perfume name or whateva], why?”

“*literally full on inhaling all the perfume particles*…nothing.”

“…I know you have something to sa—“

“Can u PLEASE wear it more often? :33”

..…He would buy you an extra or two of the perfume u we’re using the next day.

On some special occasions, he’d let you straddle his lap and cuddle him while he’s working but sometimes he won’t if he’s extremely busy that day.

He also knows after a few kisses, it’s almost always gonna turn into a make out session☺️ (Or smth else..iykyk ig)

#QSMP quackity #quackity x reader #quackity headcannons #quackity blurb #qsmp #quackity imagine #quackity fanfic

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loving-family-poll · 4 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Homestuck fanart by Timsel-kun on deviantart

Propaganda under the cut:

Beverly/Elliot:

Hot lesbians both played by Rachel Weisz! And they're canon in the book it's based on, and like HEAVILY implied to be for realsies in love and fucking in the show. Great lesbianism, great incest

There's literally a scene where elliot is listening intently to beverly having sex in the next room, and she like moans listening to it ok

Beverly's gf breaks up with her cuz she's weirded out by the twins relationship

Beverly likes to attend a support group for ppl with dead siblings and pretend her sister is dead like the psychosexual issues here.....

beverly and elliot were literally trying to have a child together. Elliot (a gynecologist) artificially impregnated Beverly MULTIPLE TIMES

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #beverly/elliot #dead ringers #dave/rose #daverose #dersecest #homestuck #tw incest #round 2

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 days

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Obligatory, I don't think I'm technically wrong, but I know I could be an asshole, I think I'm justified, I wanna know what other ppl think, etc,

This is mult. fandom related and I'm 25 and have been on Tumblr for approx 10 years so I'm not speaking as someone new to either Tumblr or fandom spaces

AITA for reporting art and fic as spam when it's tagged as something else in a tag I'm searching for?

This applies to many fandoms I'm in not just one so I feel no need to list them since it's not like personal beef or fandom specific drama but basically as I'm sure many people do when I want to see fan art or even the occasional fic for my favorite character I'll go into their character tag via Tumblr search, it's one of the few things I enjoy about this website is it's semi functional tagging and search system. But more often and usually lately I've been finding a lot of stuff in say character A tag that doesn't have character A in it, it's a drawing of character B that's been tagged with the main fandom tag, B, and every other main character. I know its so the art or fic gets more views but it's annoying ESPECIALLY if it's fic because not to generalize but fics tagged like that usually dont have a read more either so I have to scroll past this massive block of text that's not only a fic I'm not interested in, but one that's incorrectly tagged for a character I'm trying to find content of so they're the ones I tend to report as spam the most over art which is easier to scroll past ill admit

Even on ao3 it's a feux pas to tag characters that just "appear" if they're not central to the fic so they already shouldn't be tagging any character mentioned in their fic

This USUALLY tends to happen with people's oc posts as well and nothing against OCs they're just not my thing and if I were in the main tag I'd happily scroll by since I recognize their place but just like the other two I'll notice it's just a drawing of someone's oc or their OC's profile and it's tagged with the full main cast, thus showing up in the character I'm looking for's tag

Or character x readers and character A (and C, D, E, F, etc) will be tagged on a B x reader fic, obviously I have no interest in reading a fic like that especially when again the entire cast has been tagged not because they appear in the fic but for engagement

Also I'm not dumb I filter for fandoms so like if the tag I'm in is just "Steve" obviously I know it'll apply to multiple fandoms like Minecraft or avengers since that's a super nonspecific name/tag I'm talking about deliberate tagging within the same fandom

I also don't report the post if they're like "this is my OC his name is James Bond" obviously that's gonna show up in like the James Bond tag which while more specific would not count as spam since that's still a proper tag that would apply, it's the OC's name that just happens to be the name of another character

So, while I don't feel bad because I find these people annoying since they're obviously tagging things like I mentioned on purpose for attention but on the other hand I feel a little guilty because fan art and fan fic is important to any fandom but just, that is one of the definitions of a spam post is something improperly tagged on purpose

TLDR: I report posts in my favorite character's tag as spam when they don't have my favorite character but are tagged with them because they clog up the actual tag with garbage

#aita #am i the asshole

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yurababy · 2 years

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—angel or devil?; y.jh

synopsis being friends with seventeen had many perks, one of which being helping one another with indivudal needs. every member was fine with it, the trust between you and the group being so strong, but why did jeonghan never want any help?

notes yoon jeonghan x afab!reader, 5.5k smut + a lil bit of angst/fluff? reader is “shared” between the 13 members.. idk how to put it, idolverse, switch!reader, switch!jeonghan, brief mentions of the other members, and their dicks, consensual slapping but only once, jeonghan calls reader dumb, use of whore/slut, reader is adressed as “girl” multiple times

➤ i’ve posted on ao3 before but never tumblr so hi. hoping to come here more often if enough ppl like this D: i have a small draft of a dancer!hoshi au that i was hoping could be a full thing one day... and many more svt thoughts so pls send me asks!! enjoy <3

taglist @kayleeshinee @thinkinboutwonu @nothingwasnotfound @rubyhoons

“you’re insatiable,” joshua chuckled.

“no, i take advantage of my opportunities.”

the two of you were in shua’s room, him picking out a shirt for the day while you sat on the edge of his bed. the members had made plans to split up long-awaited errands, from trying out new noodle flavors to finding a lamp for chan’s room.

hooking up with 13 of your hot friends was convinient. you all trusted each other, having known one another for years, and being in the idol industry allowed little time to deal with personal needs. being able to play off a blowjob as a friendly hangout made things easy, because all it was was a friendly hangout.

with an included handjob.

even if they were your friends, being so close was an easy reminder that they were just men. 13 men. in one place. they were closer than anyone you knew, and it was nice to know they all somewhat tried to be responsible of their place.

all, but one.

“at least it’ll be 3 equal groups, i feel like the group i’m put in always has more work to do.”

“how come 3? who’s not coming?”

you looked up at the boy, catching a slightly annoyed smile on his lips. “jeonghan got out of it because he has a wish coupon.”

some people think seventeen are just too good at being entertainers, that it’s all fake for the camera. in truth, they’re the exact same when it’s just them. jeonghan is known to be a cheater, but he’s cunning. he values promises and remembers everything for his team; for himself. so when jeonghan made everyone coffee after a long day in the studio in 2019 followed by a chorus of “we owe you one, jeonghannie-hyung!”, he, like you, couldn’t let an opportunity pass. so on the one day the group decided to come together to get work done, jeonghan reminded everyone of his kind deeds and was allowed to stay home. you had stopped questioning the team’s ethics after a while. no matter how well you knew one another, it was nothing like the 13 of them. you were nowhere near close enough to have “wish coupons”.

so yes, you did know them pretty well, you did hook up with the members, but there was one you had yet to really get with. none other than yoon jeonghan himself.

he was impossible to figure out. maybe it was because he didn’t want to ask for “help,” or maybe it was because there was nobody he could trust like his members. joshua knew it was a little bit of both, but it was also a little bit of jeonghan being himself. a tease. wanting you to come and get him. so if joshua told everyone not to argue with the second-oldest’s request, it was just him being a good best friend.

joshua had thrown on a classic button down at this point, putting a lip balm in his bag as he looked back at you. “leave like, at least 10 minutes after us.”

“i know,” you smiled. you never know.

“we’ll get going then! you know how to cook if you want to eat anything,” his voice got a little deeper as if he was hiding a laugh, “or if you want to be eaten.”

“what the hell jos-”

the door shut with a series of giggles.

༺♡༻

eaten is an underestimate.

wanting jeonghan when he was right there was almost painful. eye contact as you sat with the other members. hands brushing against each other’s when reaching for chopsticks. he definitely knew what he was doing to you, a devilish smirk below his angel eyes, waiting for you to retract your hand first.

but jeonghan had to be an angel, because god was truly on your side that day.

finding a bathroom in a dorm of four units shouldn’t be as difficult as it was. most of the doors looked the exact same, the members cleaning them in order to post up new decorations. your favorite bathroom was the third unit’s— seungkwan was very particular with the hand soap scents. as you made your way down the hallway, you suddenly heard a pained noise.

jeonghan is the only other one here. jeonghan’s room is in the fourth unit.

your quest to find the bathroom was quickly forgotten as you opened doors to find jeonghan’s room. across the door you were about to open, you could hear soft crying, making you dash towards the door you suspected led to jeonghan’s room.

in your hastiness, you pulled the door open without a knock, scanning the room for jeonghan.

he wasn’t hard to find.

half-naked body splayed out on top of a pillow, your eyes made contact with his own, wet and slightly alarmed. you tried to not move your vision any further, beginning to back away towards the door, until you heard his broken voice.

“y/n,” the boy breathed, stopping you in your tracks.

you whispered back, “jeonghan.”

“can you help me?” it was so simple, said in a pleading voice. the silence surrounding you two was interrupted by your light steps towards him before you planted yourself into the edge of his bed. he had been sitting up by now, pillow still in between his legs just below his cock.

“you’re.. are you sure?”

“yes, y/n, god yes”

be a quick thinker. don’t ask dumb questions.

“what do you want me to do, jeonghan?” you held eye contact as you wiped his flushed cheeks dry.

“anything you want.”

that was all the confirmation you needed before guiding him towards the back of his bed, letting him rest against the pillows as you settled between his legs. his shirt was slightly oversized, not enough to get in the way but still an annoyance.

you took the hem between your fingers and looked up at him. “can we get this off?”

jeonghan’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. a peach blush glowed on his face as he tried looking at you through his lashes. “cold… i get cold easily.”

for some reason the admittance made you grin, not being able to stop your hands from traveling up into his hair because the boy looked so different, so small. “tell me what’s off limits,” jeonghan demanded more than asked. you didn’t think too much about it.

“nothing gross. play with me, make it hurt if you want. let out whatever pent up frustration you have. i’ve been waiting too long to care.” he gave a small nod and slowly blinked. a true angel.

“such a pretty boy, maybe the prettiest out of them all. why’d you have to be such a tease, hm? could’ve done this so much sooner.”

his breathing was heavy and your faces were barely inches apart. the tears had been long gone and his eyes were more opened, albeit dark and half lidded. if you hadn’t been so close, you would’ve missed the way his lips began to curve upwards. such a tease.

“well, we’re here now, baby. why don’t you do as i asked? use that mouth for something else.”

well, you could play that game too.

“baby, if you want something then you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that. i could use my mouth for something like this,” you paused to act out an example, closing the gap between you two to press your mouth just upon his, taunting his lips to see if he’d make a move first.

that time, you felt his smile creep. “or, i could do this.” you smiled back before lowering your head to his neck, this time kissing his skin. he didn’t try to hide the low moan that escaped his lips when you bit down and sucked a bruise into the area.

jeonghan seemed to have had enough by then, as he snaked his fingers to your hair, softly pulling you off of his throat as if giving a warning. you were slightly taken aback by the change in demeanor, but he casually tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“are you dumb or a brat?”

oh.

the hand carding through your hair suddenly yanked your head down, jeonghan using his other hand to discard his shirt.

“i’m pretty sure i asked you to help me, not bitch off. you want specifics? i’m gonna cum twice today, okay? be a good girl and suck me off.”

you obeyed, placing one hand at his base followed by your lips wrapping around his tip, but you also took it as a challenge. you wanted to break yoon jeonghan. in order to do that, you had to give him the best blow job of your life. the other 13, it didn’t have to be competitive or too sexual. but jeonghan and you already had tension, so finally relieving it was bound to be intense.

contrary to popular belief, yoon jeonghan didn’t give a fuck.

if he was enjoying it, he’d be loud. if he hated it, you’d get a blank stare under raised eyebrows. his pride didn’t get in the way of pleasure, but pleasure wasn’t easy for him to get.

hookups weren’t his thing, relationships got messy as an idol. it wasn’t like he hadn’t done either, but his transparency disappointed and scared away most. he was frustrated. but you,

you were pretty good.

eye contact seemed to be a regular thing between you two. you stared each other down even as your head bobbed on his dick, as you made a show of licking a stripe up the shaft, as you planted kitten licks on the tip. his hands once again found your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. jeonghan hadn’t had a blowjob in a while, let alone a good one, so he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he’d like.

breaking yoon jeonghan was easy if you did it right.

you knew you had because he broke the eye contact first. you slowly took inch after inch of his cock, showing him your limits. when you were so close to reaching his base, jeonghan’s hands in your hair abruptly pushed your head down his length, tears welling into your eyes as you eased into comfort. the sight made jeonghan throw his head back against the pillows, his loudest moan being released. after that, he used one hand to guide your mouth up and down, moans more frequent and high pitched. his noises did something to you too, pride welling up in your chest as your mouth vibrated around his dick from your own moans.

“cum.. a-ah, m’ gonna cum, don’t stop,” he heaved out, voice slightly frantic. it was almost mesmerizing, him being a dominant tease one second and pathetically mewling the next. your left hand found his balls, feeling around and eventually trailing a feathery finger up his body to his nipples. rolling the nub between two of your digits seemed to do the trick, his grip on your hair tightening then the hand falling to his side, a loud cry of your name, and his cum shooting down your throat.

you swallowed as much as you could, catching your breath but making sure you can catch the boy in a fucked-out state. if he was gorgeous before, he was ethereal now. you shifted closer to him, making sure to not taunt his sensitive cock as his eyes stayed shut. your hands found his jaw, then his ears, then his slightly damp hair before finally swinging around his neck, your head pressed against his chest.

“y/n,” he whispered, aware of the distance between the two of you. you felt his gentle touch wiping his excess fun from your lips.

“so beautiful, hannie.” he shut his mouth. “all that big talk for someone who can’t even ride his pillow?”

“fuck… off, baby, you think you can ride any better?” even through his high you could tell the chill of the room kissed his skin. he sounded exhausted already, but you knew better than to think this was ending anytime soon.

“i think i can, angel. who would’ve guessed you’re a little pillow prince? wanna crumble under me one more time?”

you don’t think you’ll ever be able to figure this guy out. when he spoke, his voice was molasses, deep and slow like he was talking to a toddler. “maybe i do. does my baby want me to fuck her instead? seventeen’s slut? right? or,” his hands crept under your shirt, brushing against lace, “just a whore for me?”

his cold hands made you shiver. the lingerie was on before you had heard about the members’ plans to go out, just as a fun surprise for whoever caught you. “it’s not usually like this. you know we’re all just friends.”

he cocked a brow at that, playing with the flowery fabric under your shirt. “oh? what does that make us?”

“too many questions,” you murmured, giving in and removing the top, leaving you in the pink bra and matching panties hidden by shorts.

he raised an eyebrow at you, signaling you weren’t quite done yet. you climbed off the bed to tug off the bottoms before propping yourself onto his lap.

jeonghan’s hands found the curve of your ass, running them upon of the lace while your arms found their place around his neck again.

“my my, what a coincidence. the whore is all dressed up. do you walk around like this everytime you’re here? does a different member find you every time? how do they fuck you, baby?”

you tried testing him. “so good. mingyu’s so big, soonyoung has so much energy, jihoon is so good at talking. especially shua. he may be the better version of you.”

the smirk that had been resting on jeonghan’s lips twitched. he moved one hand up your back to the clasp of your bra, swiftly undoing it and letting it fall into the space between your laps.

“shua can do that, too.”

breaking yoon jeonghan was to figure out which buttons to push in order to rile up his indifferent self.

“can shua fucking handle you?” he spat, the rest of his body calm as the hand near your chest moved towards your breasts. “does he put a dog leash on you to get you to shut up? aren’t you here to help?”

breaking yoon jeonghan was not just watching his body fall apart beneath you. breaking yoon jeonghan was challenging him back mentally until he couldn’t take it.

“shua likes to choke me. shua’s hands are bigger than yours and his dick is thicker.”

jeonghan scoffed, tracing his pointer finger around the skin of your nipples. “not longer?”

“maybe the same length. jun’s is longer and thicker.”

“tsk tsk, cockslut. didn’t you say i was the prettiest?”

break him. see how far he can go.

“what good does a face do during sex?”

test his limits.

that one got a slap delivered to your cheek with the hand that had previously been on your chest. you couldn’t suppress the moan that swam past your lips, the hand fondling your ass toying with the hem of your panties.

“fucking slut.” he sounded out each syllable once again like a preschool teacher. “maybe you’re right. but let me ask you this.” your panties were pulled down and his fingers greeted your wetness which gained a low chuckle from the man. “you wanna get fucked or not?”

not good enough. “weren’t you the one coming to me asking for help?”

he had quickly regained his composure, gripping your jaw with a sly smirk. “don’t worry about me, baby. i’m yoon jeonghan. i can fuck whoever i want.”

“i have 12 other guys waiting to fuck me everyday, you responded, not sounding as assertive as you would’ve liked.

“but aren’t you curious, sweetheart? you don’t wanna complete your set? satisfied with 12?” his fingers began to rub around your clit, hand from your jaw reaching towards his side table to nimbly retrieve lube.

is it worth it to wait this long? should i tell him to fuck me already?

you didn’t need to contemplate an answer when you felt dripping wet fingers around your clit. anything on your mind was cut off by your loud moan, relieved at the touch.

your sudden needy whines only made him laugh more, a finger teasing your entrance. “maybe if my face wasn’t so useless during sex, i would’ve gone down on you.”

“jeonghan, hannie, please. i’ll be so good, m’ sorry-!” he cut you off with a finger inside you, thumb caressing your clit at the same time.

“maybe next time, darling. if you learn to behave, that is.”

you buried your face into his neck, holding it there before lifting your head towards his ear. “i’m fine, i’m ready. i’m already opened up.”

he slowed his fingers. “who was the last one to fuck you and when?”

“ch-cheol. it was.. like.. maybe six a.m. i don’t know. i fell asleep here after the movie we watched.. last night.. so he just carried me to his room.”

“then why was hao the last person out the door?”

“so many quest-” your eyes met for the 100th time that day and you could tell he was truly curious. “…he just wanted to kiss. said he was still sleepy.”

jeonghan sighed, turning you over gently so he was on top of you. he fully pulled your panties down, holding the fabric in his hands for a few seconds before throwing them to the side.

“sure, i’m a pillow prince. i don’t do this shit. i promise you, i could. i’m doing it for you right now. pretty girl, this clearly isn’t going anywhere, hm? so let me fuck that attitude out of you and we can do it again sometime. am i clear enough for your useless brain?”

“yes, hannie.”

“safe word?”

“..melon.”

yoon jeonghan is forever a mystery to you.

he smiled, sickeningly sweet like a stash of ahloween candy, and brushed your hair away from your eyes. “good girl. let me kiss my pretty baby.”

he planted a hand under your thigh and the other beneath your head as your arms familiarly met the back of his neck. the action allowed you to pull him in, smiles on both your faces as your lips finally met.

you knew part of the reason you had this arrangement with your friend is because you were all sure nobody would get attached in the wrong way. but that was before you had ever gone the whole way with jeonghan , when he was everywhere around you but nowhere in reach. you had kissed the rest of them, for comfort, for pleasure, for fun, but why was it so much different right now?

right now it was so soft. it was giggles while catching your breaths, it was sucking the life out of each other, it was your fingers ghosting his locks and the pads of his against the smooth of your skin. it was his silk touch, his silk lips, his silk hair, his silk voice.

when you pulled away once more, you smiled at him, the moment too soft for you to care about your failed seductiveness. “when do i get to be fucked, hannie?”

yoon jeonghan, the mystery.

if you thought shua was the switch of seventeen, or rough, next to jeonghan, shua was vanilla.

shua was rough, but sweet with his words. a gentleman, everyone would say. jeonghan’s twin flame.

jeonghan was mean.

“so eager to have my cock in you. thought it wasn’t big enough? thick enough?” he leaned towards his side table again, opening a drawer to get a condom before rolling it onto himself.

“w-was lying, han. it’s perfect, you’re perfect. fuck me already,” you choked out, once again taken aback by the switch in personality.

he was so hot when he was mean. different from the other members. he did it so causally, almost expressionless. “i’ll destroy you, sweetheart. good girls don’t lie. i hate liars. only reason m’ still in a room with you is cause’ someone has to fuck some sense into you. seems like twelve dicks still can’t tame you.”

with that, he flipped you over, earning a yelp from your mouth as you were pushed into the bed, jeonghan telling you to get onto all fours. a hand was harshly hit onto your ass before jeonghan lined himself up with your slit and slipped his cock in.

“let me know when i can move, sweetheart,” the velvet of his voice melted into your ears. after a few moments, you murmured a green light and bottomed out, hands resting on your waist. you pressed the upper half of your body more downwards, eliciting a groan from jeonghan as he watched your back arch.

“you may be the slowest member yet,” you pushed your luck, deep breaths as you felt him pick up the pace.

when silence had grown just enough for you to think you wouldn’t get a response, jeonghan landed another slap into your ass, kneading the red after the hit. “good things come to good girls to wait. if you’re going to be a bitch, i have no problem slowing down a little more. maybe just stopping. how’s that, bunny?”

you guessed it was a rhetorical question because he suddenly sped up, the erotic sounds and skin slapping almost making you dizzy, but jeonghan had other things in mind.

fisting your hair, he yanked your body parallel to his, maneuvering his hands to play with your tits. “you were all talk when it was time to speak shit, but when i ask you a question you’re an idiot? think you can still handle me?”

you tried moaning loud in response, being it was the easiest option, but jeonghan’s fingers met your mouth and they were slipped between your lips. he chuckled as you sucked, pulling them out shortly after and replacing the wet digits onto your nipples in return for a whine. he tsked in response, but he sounded disappointed.

he pushed your body back down into its arch, pulling his dick almost all the way out of your cunt and holding it there for a moment. “what’s going on in your mind, sweetheart? wanna hear your pretty voice.”

“you- you fucker, just move-ah!” jeonghan slammed back into you, sucking in a breath from above.

“tell me, y/n,” he thrust in and out slow much to your (and his, but it was his choice) frustrastion.

“are you really able to help 13 of your friends get off without ruining your bond with any of them? are you good enough for them? for us?” he pulled your hair once more, your bodies meeting as he leaned into your ear.

“for me?”

it did sound a lot more complicated than it was, but the group wasn’t uncomfortable at all and nor were you. you knew you weren’t a fucktoy, in fact they helped you almost as much as you helped them. it was just an easy way to get around a difficult problem— for some members, like vernon, it was more of a one or two time thing, but for others like soonyoung, you never knew what to expect. high sex drive or not, they were all just a group of respectful men you knew you could trust. they were all hot, you especially knew, but the thought of ruining your bond hadn’t come up since your small crush on dokyeom.

well, there was no bond to ruin between you and jeonghan until now.

it was just a game. of course the two of you were friends, getting lunch every now and then and comfotably hanging out with other members, but him being the only member to not initiate anything with you had put an inevitable space between your relationship.

you had generally been closer to the older members, especially jisoo, yet the hookups you had with all 12 had never been this intimate. but, anything more than a friendship and casual hookups with jeonghan would mean the arrangement you had with every other member would be destroyed just because jeonghan finally came around to fucking you.

well, shit. that was a thought for another day.

you turned your head so that your faces met each others, half-open eyes still giving away your gentle smile. “that’s what i’m here for, hannie. if i’m not good enough, then make me.”

“cute, but i’d rather you prove it. this is for me, remember?” with that, jeonghan pulled out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing as you huffed out of frustration. he rolled over, fixing his pillows as he layed back so nonchalantley you had to hold back a scoff. finally, his droopy eyes slowly greeted yours, one side of his mouth lifitng. “i told you i don’t like liars, right? if you think you’re any better than me, come and get it, baby.”

ah. you really needed to watch your words around jeonghan— joshua wasn’t lying when he said the older remembered everything to his advantage. you were practically drooling for him at this point, eagerly climbing onto his lap as his hands found your waist. being as he was just inside you, it was an easy slide when you sunk back onto his cock.

jeonghan’s moans were louder than you thought they would be. wanting a reminder, you didn’t let the pleasure faze you as you rolled your hips.

just as you had began to move, jeonghan’s phone on the table beside his bed began to chime. jeonghan’s everlasting love for his members would never let him silent his phone. you peered over as a favor, trying to make out the caller id.

“it’s seungkwan-ah,” you breathed, setting a slow pace to stop the two of you from getting overwhelmed.

“pick it up, please.”

you knew from the games he played with the members, but jeonghan was a master at manipulation. he catered his way of speaking to everyone, being able to analyze even a cashier he’d never see again. it was the “please” that threw out any rational hesitance from your brain as you leaned into jeonghan’s body, extending your arm to reach for the phone.

you answered the call. “hello?”

“hyung! is there- y/n?”

oh. you forgot about how you were going to explain that it wasn’t jeonghan answering the phone. this seemed to be the boy in question’s plan all along, a dimple on his right cheek deepening on his skin.

“oh… seungkwan! jeonghan is in the shower.. so i picked up for him! what’s up?”

you heard a faint voice in the back, seungkwan responding to the mystery person with a really? before placing his focus back on you. “wonu hyung told chan that shua hyung said you were leaving the dorms? did something happen?”

you looked at jeonghan, his smile growing wider as his eyebrows knit together. you knew he would mock your inability to lie if the circumstances were different.

“i got kind of hungry… and took a nap.. what did you need from jeonghan?”

seungkwan seemed to not care enough to look into your story, taking a second to remember what he called for. “oh! if you’re near the kitchen, can you check which cereal box is empty? hyung said he really liked this one brand.”

you looked at jeonghan for help, and instead of a cereal brand answer, he moved your arm away from his face and whispered, “you’re going too slow, baby.”

he then placed his hands back on your waist, bringing you up and down his cock, making you clamp your hand over your mouth.

“y/n?” the phone spoke.

for a second, jeonghan seemed to have mercy on you, halting his movements so you can talk into the speaker. “um… cinnamon toast c-ah! crunch!”

it wouldn’t be jeonghan if he was that easy on you. he slammed you back down onto his cock mid sentence.

“oh? i thought hyung hated cinnamon… oh well. thanks, noona!”

you rushed a quick “bye” before hanging up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bed, jeonghan giggling below you.

“fuck you,” you gritted, seeing as he’s no longer helping you get off.

“you already are, babe.” you knew he was trying to rile you up as he had been, but you wanted to cum so bad. he seemed to have taken notice of the whine you let out, thumbs smoothening along your back. “let me help you.”

“no!” you stopped his wandering hands. “this is about you, not me.” you bounced on his dick quicker, placing your focus onto the pleasure laced into jeonghan’s voice as you did so.

“that’s true, my baby’s so smart. i think you deserve a reward.” you could tell he was getting close, his breath hitching through his words and his eyes fluttering shut.

even with his eye sight falling in and out of darkness, he was able to locate your breasts, not allowing for you to hide a mewl. just as he began to knead the skin, his tip found your g-spot, evoking a high-pitched moan from you.

“jeonghan… i don’t know how much longer i can wait,” you managed to get out, his hands traveling around your body. he enclosed them around your waist one final time.

he pushed your back, drawing you closer to him. “come here, y/n.”

you made it easier by leaning in, feeling his lips latch onto your neck. “help me just a little bit more,” he breathed onto your skin, sucking an angry red mark, then making a show of the action by licking his matching cherry lips.

you took his face into your hands, resting your forehead against his for a moment. “yoon jeonghan,” you heavily exhaled, a shy grin threatening to materialize, “i hope you always come to me. i hope this isn’t a one time thing. i hope you never sign an NDA again. i hope i’m yours.”

“mine, mine, only mine. out of 13, just mine. and i’m only yours.” his face contorted in something like lust, something you didn’t want to believe was lust. you could be just his. you were willing to do that.

“cum with me.”

with that, you released onto his length, not without a loud cry of his name. he thrusted into you twice more before he too came into the condom, a broken moan slipping past his lips.

for a few moments the two of you stayed like that, breathing against each other before you heard him call your name.

“should i run a bath?” he suggested. you made an approving noise, pulling off of his cock but not missing the hiss that came from the boy. he extended a hand to your own, letting you intertwine your fingers with a tired smile. jeonghan led you off of the bed, out of his room and into the hallway towards the fourth unit bathroom.

ah. it was right next to jeonghan’s room.

after getting the bath ready, the two of you slipped in, your body flush against his chest.

“i hope you weren’t lying.”

he broke the silence, caressing your shoulders in a gentle massage.

“about?”

“you and me. i don’t want you to be shy around me. this is a thing now. i’m an option.”

you leaned further back on one of his shoulders, his arm resting over your collarbone as you looked back at him.

“it’s not you who’s the option, it’s me. hannie, i’ve been waiting for this, i just didn’t know if you wanted it. when you need me, i’m here. sex or not, you know you’ve always had me. this thing with the members, it’s not complicated. if anyone finds love, then we’re back to just normal friends. same thing goes for you.”

“what if it’s you?”

you froze, taken aback at the boldness, but jeonghan had already began rephrasing his words.

“i’m not saying i’m in love with you,” that one hurt, but what did you expect? “i mean what if one of the members start liking you? or what if you start liking one of them?”

so much for him being an option.

“it won’t happen. they’re all adults, they won’t do anything more than a blowjob if they think they’ll somehow get more attached. and me,” your eyes fell on his fourth finger and the ring that circled around it. you can’t be selfish, that’s not what you’re here for. you shifted your gaze onto his, trying to provide some sense of reassurance to support your words. “don’t worry about me.”

“whatever you say, my princess.”

his, out of 13, he said you were his. you want to be his. could you be his?

“anything for you, my prince.”

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