#Rack & Rollers

[classicslesbianopinions]

[image description: a meme featuring a stock photo of library roller racks. the racks have manual cranks. impact font text on top of the meme reads, "I will die in you." end image description.]

my resolution for 2024 is to be crushed to atoms between the roller rack shelves

[spmequipmentahm]

SPM Equipment is manufacturer & Suppliers of Horizontal Pipe Rack Roller and. With Teflon coated options handles on sides for easy installation in UAE, Malaysia, Australia, USA, Russia.

[teaboot]

Because the service worker at my local grocery store isn't allowed to tell you and I'm angry right now:

If the makeup product is sealed then it's not a fucking tester sample, you dumb fucking idiot

Get. Your. Fuck. OFF. SKATEBOARD??? HEELIES? Fuckin. RoLLER. SKATES. BICYCLE???? Riding. .In the GROCERY STORE??????? Shut the FUCK your FUCK. BASTARD

(Tears in my eyes) I'm fucking begging you to leave your non-service animal outside. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Surprise inspections happen and they will shut the entire building down for the love of God

Your kid rolling on the floor and making potions out of the shampoo and filming tiktoks in the clinic is the reason you're going to hell and I'm going to take you there myself

If you make a staff member cry on purpose then you're the biggest ugliest bitch in the whole wide world and nobody loves you

DO NOT LOCK YOUR BIKE TO THE SIGNAGE/GARDEN DISPLAY/TABLE THRY NEED TO BE ABLE TO *MOVE* THOSE THERES A FUCKING BIKE RACK RIFHT FUCKING THERE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ISE THE BIKE RACK

YES YOU *DO* NEED TO WEAR SHOES AND A SHIRT IN THE CAFE WE LIFE IN A GOD DAMNED SOCIETY

If you bring an untrained dog with anxiety out in public on purpose and leave it tied next to tge front door to lose its fucking mind for an hour and a half while you stand around the lotto booth when you just as easily could have not then I will kill you with a rock

[spmequipment]

Country Pipeline Equipment - Russia, USA, UAE, Australia, Malaysia, MEXICO, GERMANY, SAUDI ARABIA, SINGAPORE, EQYPT, TURKEY. 

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Permit more degree of bend without wrinkles. Our offered cross country pipeline equipment is perfect for holding pipe “out of roundness” to a minimum in a standard bending system

[wwooyology]

idol jungwon wherein he's recording a song with explicit meaning, and her non-showbiz gf decided to spice the song up by including actual sounds of sex

「notes」 : I may or may not have gone a little crazy with this, hehe... but pervy, rough jungwon will forever be my favorite agenda 🙈

Countermelody | Y.JW

「paring」 : idol!bf!jungwon x non-idol!fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.4k

「synopsis」 : your boyfriend has been holed up in the studio for almost two weeks trying to meet his deadline, but no matter what he did he just couldn't find the missing piece. however, when you finally convince him to let you listen to it you realize that not only was it a song about the two of you but also a very sensual and sexy song. partially joking you suggested that you could add the sounds of sex to make it more realistic, but boy did your boyfriend take an instant liking to that idea.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : make-out sessions, unprotected sex (NO!), cursing, petnames (baby, bunny...), teasing, clit play, marking/biting, won is a bit pervy, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, public(ish) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, slight bulge kink, praise, slight manhandling, lmk if I missed anything!!

You had planned to bring your sweet, hard-working boyfriend some homemade lunch seeing as he’s been holed up in that production room for days. The lack of sleep is very evident in his features. Jungwon had been busting his ass trying to meet the deadline for his new single, but no matter what he did he felt like something was missing. A key factor that would tie the whole thing together but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was. You were willing to help, but he refused to let you listen to the song, saying it was a ‘surprise’ and that he wanted to wait until it was finished for you to hear it. But you were going to make him let you help because you couldn’t bear to see him in this state for much longer. Not just for his sake but for your own as well. You see, during this whole time Jungwon was so absorbed in trying to produce this song that he had completely forgotten about you. 

Sure you would see him for that short amount of time that he was in your shared apartment and he did nothing but love you. You love it, god you loved it, but you wanted more than just his innocent kisses and touches. You needed, no craved him so badly and you weren’t sure how much more you could take before you finally burst.

So here you stood behind your boyfriend, your thumbs pressing firmly down on his shoulders trying to undo the knots that had formed due to him working so much. Jungwon just leaned into your touch savoring the feeling of your warm skin against his. He had missed you so much that it was starting to physically hurt, but he needed to get this song finished. The deadline was fast approaching and he was starting to grow more and more anxious the closer it got, worried that he would fail. His eyes stared at the desktop screen in front of him, racking his brain for what that missing piece could be. So lost in his head that he completely missed his name falling from your lips.

“Jungwon.” You spoke a bit louder, snapping him right out of whatever trance he was stuck in. He tilted his head back looking up at you sheepishly, a small awkward smile tugging on his lips as he apologized. “Why don’t you let me help you?” You pouted softly and he just closed his eyes with a sigh.

He really did want it to be a surprise because he made this song with you in mind, but he knew that you would continue to bother him until he let you help. He knew you meant well, but he just hated the idea of it being ruined. 

“It’s supposed to be a surprise baby,” He whined before sitting up in the roller chair, pulling himself out of your grip.

“Won, I’m almost one hundred percent sure I’ll love it finished or not,” You reassured him and you walked around the chair, “and,” You easily climbed into his lap, straddling his legs and his hands instantly went to your hips, “maybe I can help find what it is that missing, ya?”

Jungwon looked at you with such a soft gaze that you were sure that you would turn into putty in his lap. However, the smirk that tugged on his lips as his eyes became dark made heat pool in your gut. He nodded his head with a quick ‘okay’ and before you could even question it he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and rolling forward so he could reach for the mouse. You looked over your shoulder, watching as he went to the audio file before unplugging the headphones he had been wearing. When he hit play a smooth sensual tune pooled out of the speakers and as soon as his voice came through you could feel your body grow warmer.

The words and beat seemed innocent on the outside, but as you really listened to his words you knew what the true meaning was. The song is about begging a woman who was referred to as ‘Bunny’ to let him love her right. How he would treat her right and fuck her in all the right ways. That she should just forget about her lousy ex and choose him. That’s when it dawned on you that he was talking about you. Everything fits you, the nickname that only Jungwon ever gave you. The lyrics match all of the details about your relationship to a tee. 

Finally taking your eyes off of the screen you looked over meeting your boyfriend’s hooded eyes. You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. The man in front of you wasn’t the sweet, innocent man that everyone believed him to be, no the man in front of you was a downright dirty pervert. He would take any chance he could get to have you whenever, wherever, no matter the situation. The need to have his dick buried so deep inside of your warm cunt overshadowed any other thoughts.

Which is why this song didn’t surprise you a single bit. It was no wonder that he wanted it to be a surprise, he’d probably show it to you while he was dicking you down in the bedroom.

That’s when a lightbulb went off in your brain, finding the perfect solution for what it was that was missing. You leaned more against Jungwon’s body, the space between you now nonexistent. Jungwon’s grip on your waist loosened until his hands trailed down to grip your ass through the very short shorts you were wearing.

“Whatcha think?” His voice was low but you still heard him loud and clear over the music that was blaring through the speakers. His hands knead the flesh of your ass almost like a cat. Whether it was the feeling of his skin on yours or the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while but you were already dripping in your panties. You hummed before leaning close enough to ghost your lips over his.

“I love it. It’s so… us.” You teased him and Jungwon just smirked, “But I think I know what it’s missing.”

He hummed against your lips, “And what’s that bunny?” 

You rolled your hips against his easily feeling the growing bulge in his pants, “what don’t we add the real deal, make it more realistic…” 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what you meant, but boy did it turn Jungwon on to unimaginable levels. In seconds his lips were on yours, kissing you with such fever it almost took the air right out of your lungs. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging softly eliciting a groan from his throat.

“Fuck baby you’re so hot.” He groaned against your lips before pulling away, chuckling when you chased after his lips. You didn’t spare a second before latching your lips to his neck, sucking and biting on the skin. Jungwon was sure that you’d leave marks, he didn’t mind though it was always a pain in the ass to explain to the make-up artist. “Are you sure about this bunny?” He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, nor did he want to force you if you had just been joking. But as you ground your hips against him with an impatient whimper he knew you were too far gone to really say no. So he clicked a few buttons on the screen, his lips between his teeth trying to focus while your lips worked on marking his pretty skin.

As soon as he had the recorder going he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up until he was on his feet. A gasp fell from your lips and your grip tightened on his neck. He was quick to muffle it with his own lips, kissing you like it was his last day on earth. 

“Wonnie…” You whined out as his lips trailed from your lip to your jaw before finding purchase on your neck. He left open-mouth kisses along your skin before sucking a dark purple mark right along your jugular. 

He sat you down on the desk right next to the microphone, wanting to catch all of the little noises you made. He pulled away from you just long enough to tear his shirt off of his body before practically ripping yours off. 

“I need that Won-” Jungwon quickly silenced you with another heated kiss promising you his hoodie after, which you were going to keep him accountable to. His hands then wandered from your hips to the band of your shorts.

Jungwon’s mind kept wandering back to the fact that he was recording this and it made him so fucking hard thinking about how every time he was going to listen to this song he’d only hear the pretty sounds of your moans in the background. 

He slipped his hand past your waistband and underwear wasting no time in cupping your heat, your slick already pooling in his palm. You were so fucking wet that he was sure that he could slide right in with little resistance.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby, you’re literally dripping on my hand.” You mewled at his dirty words, your brain turning to mush as he finds your clit easily. Your head falls back with a loud moan, not caring if bypassers can hear.

Jungwon watched in amusement as you so quickly were coming undone thanks to just his simple touches. A smirk crept onto his lips when you whined out as he removed his hand from your pussy. However, he grabbed your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the desk before telling you to lay back. If you weren’t so desperate to feel him so deep in you that you see stars then you would be embarrassed with how quick you heeded his words. Goosebumps littered your skin as it made contact with the cool surface. Jungwon made quick work of your shorts and panties, throwing them off to the side somewhere.

His cock twitched in his pants when he caught sight of your drenched hole, mouth watering as the lights gleamed off of your slick. But he wouldn’t last another minute without being inside you.

He pulled the strings of his sweats loose before shoving them down his leg along with his boxers, his cock springing free, the tip red and angry just waiting to be buried in your pussy. You whined out his name when he took the tip and started to tease your clit, “Such a filthy girl, letting me record your pretty whimpers.” He chuckled as he watched your brows furrow as you impatiently waited for him to fuck you. “Imagine how amazing you'd sound when I'm fucking you senseless.” You didn’t get a chance to utter a word before he pushed into you, bottoming out in one go.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, nails digging into the skin of Jungwon’s forearm. Stars started to cloud your vision when he started to trust into you.

“Fuck I missed this pussy so much bunny.” He groaned against your ear as he bent down, pressing his body against yours. It’s far too long since he was able to last fuck you senseless and god he wasn’t going to do it again.

“Wonnie, it feels- fuck, it feels so good.” You moaned right next to his ear causing him to chuckle, but the sound quickly got caught in his throat when you clenched around him.

“You're so tight 'nd warm around me. Could die being in this pussy.” He groans as his pace turns animalistic, the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your lips only prompting him to go harder. 

“Won- fuck Wonnie, ‘m close,” You choked when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot before kissing your cervix, the combo nearly making you black out, silent moans falling from your swollen lips.

“Look how pretty you are, taking all of me.” Jungwon cooed as he moved one of his hands to press down on your lower stomach feeling himself move in and out of you. Your back arched against him at the sensation, the knot in your stomach tightening to unimaginable levels. He knew you were close with how hard you were squeezing him, so he moved his hand away from your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his thumb circled sharp circles on your little bundle of nerves.

“Jungwon!” You quite literally screamed as you felt your climax wash over you causing your body to jerk violently, but your boyfriend didn’t slow his movements. No, in fact, he sped up even more chasing his own him, throwing your body into overstimulation.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your first orgasm slowed allowing you to feel the sensitivity of your boyfriend's dick hitting all the right places. The only thing leaving your lips were babbles and Jungwon’s name as he continued to pound into you. God it was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he was sure he’d bust right then and there.

Jungwon could tell that another orgasm was on the tip of your tongue with how your body convulsed under him and how your pussy clenched around him so hard. His thumb found your clit once more causing a loud cry to fall from your lips as you tried to get away from your boyfriend’s hands, but his grip was far too strong.

You couldn’t even give him a warning when you squirted all over his cock, your release coating both of your thighs. Jungwon groaned at the sight as he tipped over the edge spilling deep into your warm cunt. His movements slowed allowing the both of you to ride out your highs until he came to a complete stop.

He placed soft, gentle kisses along your collarbone and chest as you regained your breathing and mind. “You fucking squirted bunny.” Jungwon groaned but you were quick to cover your face in embarrassment, “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it was so fucking hot.” He pulled your hands away from your pace before kissing you deeply, you moaned against his lips as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, “God I need you to do it again.” He bit your bottom lip as he felt his cock grow hard once more. It was safe to say that he had plenty of audio to work with after you were done.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[drunk-on-dk]

Tight Laced | Kim Mingyu (m)

Pairing: shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader Genre: fluff, smut, roller-rink!au, 70s!au Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~4.7k

warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader is on a budget and a bit clumsy; reader is called a square; explicit smut scenes; protected sex!; oral (fem receiving); sensitivity from multiple orgasms (fem); marking; public sex(?); mingyu hooking up on the job (?); desperate, whiny Mingyu; pls lmk if I’m missing anything; apologies as there may be some errors

a/n: I’m so excited to be back with a new post, especially as part of the 70s;teen collab with @svthub. I’m so thankful to be a part of another collab, it was so fun to really get into writing again and take some time to really enjoy writing a fluffier piece. Please be sure to go give love to each of the creators in the collab, they are all amazing, please go to this link to give their works a read!

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights.

You wanted nothing to do with it, especially when most of your days were spent in your college’s library, trying to rack up as much spare change that you could with such a low paying part-time job.

Nevertheless, the job was arguably worth it. The library was peaceful, and the downtime allowed for studying. Other than classes, you really didn’t stray far from organizing shelves and spending nights at the cozy cavern of books that funded your education.

Which is exactly why it was shocking to your roommate, the outgoing and spunky Julie, when you strolled home at your usual time on Saturday afternoon and showed a bit more curiosity as she prepped for the night’s events. As per usual, her free-spirited attitude helped loosen you up after your morning shift, plopping down on your leather couch with a huff of relief.

“What’s so fun about going to the disco rink every weekend?” You pondered aloud, observing as she packed away her roller skates into her mini duffle, an anxious hand of yours reaching out to the pet rock sat on the end table.   

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N,” Julie exhaled with a smile, spinning around to show her typical skating garb, pin straight hair whipping around her shoulder like a movie star. As per usual, she sported nylon disco shorts and a fun colorful top. “It is so fun to get dressed up, skate around, socialize, and groove to some great music. You’ve got to try it one day! It’s freeing, and God knows you need some of that.”

You chuckle, unable to deny that maybe, just maybe, it would be nice for you to get out and let loose for once. It does seem like a good time, especially since Julie never misses a single weekend since the rink became the hot spot, but you know all too well that she is the most positive person you’ve ever met.

As if Julie can sense your consideration, she gasps, clearly excited to make her next suggestion. “Why don’t you join me tonight, Y/N?”

“I don’t even have skates,” you counter, but it’s a feeble argument, knowing that it won’t suffice as an excuse for Julie. “You also know I’m a klutz,” you add, whining, as if that makes it any better.

“Well, we can get you a pair. They are sold cheap at the shop in the rink, or you can rent them. Plus, if you end up falling, just hang around and enjoy the music. Don’t be such a square.”  

It’s a solid argument, Julie can practically see your walls crumbling down as you finally accept her invite to join her for the first time in the past year. It’s all a blur as Julie squeals, immediately dragging you towards her closet and holding up options for tonight.

As if you were Julie’s own personal Barbie doll, she quickly dresses you in what she finds suitable for your first night out. A pair of cut-off shorts and a colorful halter top to match hers. She doesn’t forget the finishing touches, pulling out a pair of thick socks for the both of you.

“Believe me, don’t forget to wear these,” she states, hinting at the risk of blisters, but they suit the final outfit regardless.

Before you have the chance to change your mind, you find yourself alone at the skate shop, considering if you should just purchase a pair of skates or rent them.

However, you were already enjoying yourself, the car ride to the rink with Julie’s friends was fun, and the appeal of the night was already becoming clear. Maybe it would be worth it to just suck it up and buy a pair. Julie had offered to stick around and help you with the skates, but you shooed her off to ensure she made the most of her night, promising that you’d join her sooner than later if all goes well.

You’re lost in your thoughts, the sound of ABBA reverberating in the background as you compute and make mental calculations on how much money you can spare to spend on a new pair of skates. That is up until a larger figure situates himself on the counter across from you.

“Aren’t they slick?” Dark, almost puppy-like eyes meet yours, the sudden presence of the shop clerk in your personal bubble snapping you back into reality.

It’s almost hard to speak, the clerk is a handsome man with fluffy raven locks, and, to be quite honest, you’re not so sure what he’s calling ‘slick.’ “Pardon me, but which ones are you referring to?”

“Oh,” he laughs shyly, his head flipping between you and the skates behind him almost nervously. “I’m not quite sure myself actually, I thought you may have been looking at the skates on the top right shelf, usually people just need some words of encouragement after they’ve been looking for so long.”

Goodness gracious, he is endearing, you think. There is something so boyish about his presence that makes you feel a bit more comfortable around him, even if he has looks of a Casanova actor.  Even if his arms are rippling as he shifts his weight on the counter in front of you.

“Well,” you pause, taking a second to read the name on his name tag, “Mingyu, is it?”

He nods, a little too eagerly and you’re almost worried he’s going to shake up all the blood in his head.

“I have been looking at all the pairs, Mingyu. Just not sure on the price, and I’m not so sure it’s worth buying a pair if I don’t even know how to skate. Any recommendations?”

Mingyu considers your situation for a minute before turning around to face the shelving behind him. You can’t help but blush slightly, finally noticing his tight corduroy pants that accentuated the length of his legs. He seems to settle on a pair quickly, dropping them on the counter in front of you with a satisfied look on his face. The slam of the skates on the counter pulls you out of another bout of spacing out.

“Alright, space cadet, I’d recommend these. They are great for someone on a budget, but the wheels won’t lock up on you and they look nice too,” he’s a good salesman, they do look nice, but you still find yourself worrying more than one should for a leisurely activity like this.

Mingyu senses your reluctance and decides to throw in one last sales pitch, “plus, if you purchase these now, I will throw in a free skating lesson with the one and only professional roller-skater.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, hesitant fingers running over your purse zipper as you wait for the punch line. “And who would that be?”

“Me! Who else would it be?” Mingyu exclaims, his bright smile immediately reflecting one onto your face. He seems so pure and kind; how could you even say no to the offer?

“You’ve sold me,” you laugh, finally diving into your purse and gathering up the right amount of bills to make the transaction.

Mingyu is swift with accepting the money, wasting no time to hand you the change before promptly starting on the laces, blabbering mindlessly about how you won’t regret your purchase. Honestly, he’s talking too quickly for you to even process what he is saying.

It was quite astounding how he so easily sold you on the skates. He could be twisting your arm for all you know, but his smile seems so earnest, so you’ll give it a shot.

Worst case, you’ll come back on another day when he isn’t working and attempt to return the skates.

“Are you ready? Let me help put these on you,” Mingyu asks, dropping a ‘Be Right Back in 15 minutes’ break stand on the counter and skating around through the back gate with your new skates in hand.

He guides you to a nearby seat and starts explaining the best way to lace up your skates. Mingyu asks for your name at some point, and all you can do is stutter out your name nervously in response. It’s all garbled after that, your mind going blank as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus as his fingers help lace up your new skates, large hand wrapping around your ankle and sending goosebumps up your spine when he deems they are laced tightly enough.

“Laces too tight?” He asks, the question innocent, but the way his eyes flicker up towards yours sends heat right to your lower stomach.

“Nope, all good. At least I think.”

Mingyu chuckles, sensing your nerves and patting your knee in support, “alright, well get up then. Let’s try them out.” He slaps his thighs before standing upright, holding a large hand out for you to take, and pulling you up with him.

Feeling like you were just born with new legs, you’re hesitant to start moving, and you quickly realize how precarious the skates are. Instinctually, you grasp onto Mingyu polo, and he is quick to give you tips on how to keep you balance.

Mingyu assists in guiding you towards the rink, reminding you of techniques on keeping balance, and letting you know you two will take a lap slowly around the rink first.

It doesn’t take long for Julie to notice you two, her jaw dropping when she sees you latched onto the stranger for dear life as he holds your hand, pulling you along the side walls of the rink.

She sends you a look from across the rink, hair flowing in the wind before she slows down her speed. You shrug, a blush coloring your cheeks as Mingyu attempts to regain your attention by tugging gently on your fingers.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize, almost stumbling and falling backwards as you redirect your attention, but Mingyu is quick-thinking to steady you. “I’ll focus better, I know your time is precious as a professional roller skater.”

It’s an attempted joke, and warmth fills your chest when he laughs, his eyes lighting up with joy as he does a little wiggle move in an attempt to prove his skills to you.  

“No worries let’s keep on truckin,” he winks, continuing the lesson without another beat passing. His hands stay linked with yours, skating backwards easily as he corrects your feet from a pigeon-toed position to pointing outwards.

Time goes by too quickly with Mingyu, he’s all too charming for you, and the wind that flows through his and your hair as you skate together makes it feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You can understand why Julie loves Saturday night skates so much, the atmosphere is phenomenal, Julie occasionally slapping your behind when she passes by and thanking Mingyu for his help.

Skating also sounds especially appealing if Mingyu is here on these nights.

It’s disappointing when the night comes to an end. Julie has to practically tear you away from Mingyu’s skate shop, especially since he had to return back to the counter after a couple of laps, but he continued to spend the night and share tips with you. He even agreed to give you another free lesson.

Of course, you ended up joining Julie the next weekend for another skate, absolutely satisfying her as well. As exhilarating as it was knowing that you got to see Mingyu again, it was also exciting having more time with Julie, and being able to enjoy the hobby she loved so much with her. You’d even claim that some of Julie’s free-spiritedness was rubbing off on you finally.

Shockingly, you had denied picking up another shift at the library. Your boss wasn’t quite happy with your response, but Julie had encouraged you with a thrilled “stick it to the man” before dragging you out for another night.

Ultimately, Julie was right, skating was absolutely freeing, and you now had something to look forward to on the weekend other than spending hours of your life working.  

However, inevitably, weeks passed rapidly, and you surprisingly became quite good at skating after how frequently you’ve visited the rink.

It’s been about a month since first joining Julie at the rink. Now you’ve become addicted to the weekend, absolutely looking forward to the loud music of the disco rink, colorful lights, and especially having the chance to see Mingyu’s dazzling smile.

Now you find yourself gliding across the floor much easier now, Mingyu signaling a thumbs up each time you pass by the skate shop, looking proud of how well you’re able to keep up with Julie as she drags you beside her and sings along with the Bee Gees, ABBA, and Donna Summer songs.

Sometimes you even do a little spin on the skates to show your new and improved skills. It makes both Mingyu and Julie laugh, Mingyu shouting “groovy moves” towards you both as you begin to coordinate your spins.

Yet, there’s a twinge of disappointment inside of you, knowing you no longer have the excuse that you’re poor at skating, and will no longer require the assistance of Mingyu. Thus, no longer feeling the burn of his fleeting touches as he helped encourage you to skate faster. No longer feeling the flames erupt inside your belly as he held your waist to balance you. No longer feeling his hot breath on your neck as he spoke instructions near your ear, even if it was just so you could hear him over the blaring music.

The only thing that kept you fed was that he only seemed to smile at you each time you passed by, even when most rink attendees had their eyes on him as well.

Julie seems to catch onto your fleeting looks, nudging you as a slower song came on to cool the rink, the lights dimming low and the disco ball being the only light radiating the rink. Mingyu’s tied up helping another girl around your age at the counter, her flirtatious nature clear as she covers his hand with hers.

Mingyu seems unsure about this advance, withdrawing his hand, but politely helping the girl with her rental skates.

“You two are ridiculous,” Julie sighs, “he’s clearly into you, you’re clearly into him, and both of you are too well-mannered to say anything. Hold on.”

Before you can say anything, Julie kicks your ankle, it’s a light kick, but it’s hard enough that it makes you bend over in slight pain. Like the speed of light, Julie is stomping off and skating over towards Mingyu’s shop. You can’t tell what she says to him, clearly pointing towards you, and you’re already preparing for the worst by the way Mingyu’s eyebrows raise almost up to his scalp.

Julie looks smug as Mingyu rushes towards you, the look of concern on his face making your heart beat a little too abnormally as you grip onto the sidewalls of the rink for support.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Why aren’t you sitting down? Julie should have taken you off the rink,” he seems stressed, quickly making his way into the rink and examining your bent over state.  

“Oh,” you gasp when Mingyu’s arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to lean all your weight into his broad body. “What do you mean? Julie just – “

“Your ankle,” he mutters, looking down at your feet worriedly as he finally sits you on a bench off the rink. “We need to get these skates off, come back to the shop with me really quickly, I have a med kit in the backroom, and I can wrap your ankle up.”

You don’t know what to say, unsure of the turn of events, shooting Julie daggers with your eyes as Mingyu carries you past her, but she looks all too smug for your liking.

Mingyu is prompt, carrying you into the backroom of the shop and propping you up on a small counter next to a sink. It’s a small room and it’s a tight fit for the two of you. The proximity is enough to make you feel dizzy as he searches for the med kit.

Mingyu’s deft fingers work expertly to unlace your skates, he sighs as his warm hands run over the lace marks left on your ankles where your socks didn’t cover. There’s also a clear red mark from where Julie had kicked your ankle.

“Does it hurt a lot? It doesn’t look like it’s bruising just yet,” He looks over your ankles worriedly, but quickly notices nothing is wrong.

“Um,” you quiver awkwardly, your cheeks becoming as bright as red roses as his soft eyes meet yours. “No, it doesn’t really hurt, but I didn’t injure myself. Blame Julie.”   

He chuckles, shaking his head in exasperation with a small smile as he begins to realize the set up done by Julie. “I knew Julie might have been bullshitting. I told her you looked like a pro out there, but I know how clumsy you can be, space cadet, so I thought you may have actually hurt yourself.”

You hadn’t noticed Mingyu’s hands running up and down your thighs in a comforting motion until silence fell between you two.

“Well,” you breathe out, the air escaping your chest shakily as you become increasingly aware of how close you really were to Mingyu now. The goosebumps that paint your skin didn’t help hide the effect Mingyu had on you as well. “I’m OK now, so can you just put my roller skates back on?”

Mingyu nods, warm hands now leaving your skin and leaving a burning spot behind as he picks up your skates on the ground. The slight whimper you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu as his shoulder brushed your knees on the way back up.

Subconsciously, your legs begin to move without second thought, opening a bit wider and allowing for Mingyu to slot himself between your thighs. The air around you two begins to feel suffocating as his fingers softly grab your ankle once again, just like the first time, and sending heat right down to your lower stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK, Y/N?” Mingyu breathes out, his fingers wrapping around your right ankle and lifting your leg up a bit teasingly. “You seem like you can’t catch your breath? Are you sure it doesn’t actually hurt?”

You know he’s teasing you now, his voice dropping an octave lower as he stares directly into your eyes between his dark lashes. The way he massages your ankle hints that he knows damn well that your ankle is perfectly OK.  

“Yes,” you gasp as his finger dips into your sock, slowly unraveling the material and blowing on the exposed skin of your leg.

“Does it tingle?” He whispers, voice so deep that it practically reverberates through your head.

“Yes,” you’re practically whimpering as his hands run up your calf, past your knee, and over your thighs until his fingers reach the cutoff of your shorts.

“Good or bad?” His fingers dig at your skin gently, pressing into the sensitive skin as his lips close in dangerously towards yours.

“Good,” you sigh, you could practically feel his lips against yours at this point, your entire body tingling with desire as he closes in on you. It’s practically electrifying.

“Is this OK with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” and with your consent, Mingyu presses his lips against yours, the soft buds melding against yours without much effort.

He’s quick to devour you, tongue sliding across your lips begging for permission. Of course, you oblige, accepting the deepened kiss needily. Mingyu’s fingers slide even further under your cutoffs, making the kiss between you two even hungrier as you feel his nails dig into your plush skin.

Mingyu whimpers into your mouth when your hands find their way into his hair, the sound of him driving you closer to insanity as he lets you lead the kiss for a bit. You’re amazed by how pliable he is, loving the way he presses closer to you with each gentle pull of his thick locks.  

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Mingyu hums, “can I take these off of you, Y/N?” He’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts now, the desperation of his tone making your entire body buzz with anticipation.

“Of course,” you sound winded, but Mingyu sighs in content, hastily working to remove your shorts after swiftly unbuttoning the waistband. He’s quick to capture your lips with his again, the hunger clear in the way he pushes into you, easily pulling your shorts off and discarding them on the floor.

Mingyu’s eyes are wild when he leans back to observe you, his look darkening as he focuses in on your bare thighs. He practically loses his mind when he notices a wet spot on your panties, the cotton slightly darkened and he’s dropping to his knees before you can protest.

He’s at a perfect height, large hands grabbing onto your ass in order to pull you towards the edge of the counter, his eyeline leading right where you’re the most vulnerable.

“Can I please taste you?”

“Please,” you beg, head throwing back in pleasure when he slots his mouth over your panties, nose nudging your most sensitive spot as he sucks at the wettened fabric. His mouth his hot on your clothed cunt, sending a ping of delight through you as he licks at the cotton. “Not enough.”

Mingyu moans as if to acknowledge your plea, one finger hooking at the fabric before his tongue dives between your folds. He’s immediately messy with his actions, tongue lapping passionately, tasting as much of your sweet nectar as possible as he works you closer and closer towards your first burst of overwhelming heat within your core.

Your hands are weaved in his hair again, encouraging him to lap and suck on your clit as the pulses of pleasure become even more unbearable to hold. He coaxes you to your first orgasm with one sharp suck to your clit, your juices spill out all over his tongue as he gladly licks it all up.

Mingyu doesn’t give you much time to recoup, standing back up to kiss you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he begins to work at his belt buckle. With your help, he’s able to pull his corduroys off, reaching for a condom in his wallet before dropping the pants to the ground.

He’s unable to roll it on himself as you kiss and nibble at his neck, desperate whines escaping Mingyu’s mouth as you decide to take over. He feels a bit of relief when you work it onto his cock easily, the tight latex squeezing his aching length as you begin to slowly jerk him off.

Mingyu’s close to losing his mind when your hips buck in anticipation, your small hand still working at his length, and he stutter out a request. “C-Can I- please feel you completely?”

“Yes,” you moan, hips lining up with his as his tip glides between your folds, sensitivity sending a jolt through your body when he brushes your clit. “God, Mingyu, just do it.”

Mingyu’s length slowly enters you, your walls sucking him in without hesitation, waves of pleasure immediately warming you as his length and girth fills you all too perfectly.

Mingyu’s hands are gripping at your hips, his own muscles shaking as your walls take him in easily. You’re squeezing his cock in a way that has him moaning a bit too loud, your shushes reminding him that he is at work, and you are still in the rink. Even if the music drowns out your noises.

His thrusts are slow at first, ensuring that you can take every inch of him before he picks up his pace. Mingyu’s moans only get louder as your walls begin to pulse, squeezing with each unforgiving thrust of his hips, becoming groans as he dips his head into your neck, teeth sucking harshly at your skin as you breathe out in ecstasy.

He’s precise with each thrust, his tip nailing a spot so deep inside of you that you begin to see stars as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your hands grip at Mingyu’s back, an attempt to ground yourself as Mingyu’s length fills you so deliciously, that you think you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life.

“Holy shit,” you cry out at one particularly hard thrust, the fiery heat building at your core, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep quiet, nor how much longer you can keep your second orgasm at bay. “M-Mingyu.”

Something flips in Mingyu when you moan out his name, hand coming up to grab you chin as he forces your eyes to meet his. His pace quickens impossibly, his pubic bone brushing against your clit occasionally and bringing you closer to your breaking point.

He’s egged on by the wild look in your eyes, your swollen lips as his name falls from your mouth like a prayer, and he encourages you to come as obscene sounds come from the space where you and he connect.

“Make a mess of me, Y/N,” he pleads, even when he’s hammering into you there’s a hint of desperation in his tone, and all you can think about is making him fall apart himself. Your walls clench tighter around him, pulling yet another groan from him as the burning pleasure in your core explodes throughout your body, your thighs shaking as you feel the release spread like wildfire.

Mingyu is quick to follow, hot cum filling the condom inside of you, sending a second wave warmth throughout your core as his cock pulses. Mingyu’s canines dig deeply into your shoulder in attempt to hide his groans, only intensifying the sensitivity of your throbbing clit as he continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, riding out his high until the last second.

You’re like two naïve kids in love when he pulls his length out, tossing the soiled condom into the trash and making a note to really clean up the backroom before he leaves tonight. He giggles bashfully into your neck, observing the dark marks he left from his attempts to muffle his noises, but it only leaves him desiring this more and more. His nose comes up to nudge yours, pulling you in for one final sweet kiss.

“What about another lesson?” He whispers between kisses. “Looks like you’re a pro out there now.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore,” you giggle, squirming as Mingyu fixes your panties back into place. He looks a bit disappointed, as if he’s unsure where to go from here. Slowly he helps you get dressed, buttoning up your shorts after he pulls his own pants back on.

“Y/N?” Mingyu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nod expectantly. “You know I don’t just give out free lessons to anyone, right?”

You almost laugh boisterously, but you simmer down quickly as Mingyu’s lips form a slight pout. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he says very matter of fact, “I only offer them to the most special of people. I even tied your laces extra tightly to make sure you wouldn’t twist your ankle. Yet look where we are now.”

“Well, I did learn from the best,” you prod, “I guess you didn’t teach me to watch out for Julie’s though.”

Mingyu chuckles, the same endearing sound you’ve grown used to. “That’s true, I guess no professional could have been prepared for Julie’s antics.”

“So, what now?”

“What about a date? Or a couple’s skate? Think you can keep up with me?”

You laugh teasingly, “how about can you keep up with me?”

“I should have never sold you those skates,” Mingyu jokes, pinching your nose, but his eyes give away that he’s in way too deep, absolutely head over heels about you. “Why don’t we go test that out? How about we test out that theory every weekend?”

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights. How could you have ever wanted nothing to do with these two things?

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

— a peter maximoff one shot

✰ peter was never a fan of scary movies, and with halloween around the corner, y/n decides it’s time he embraces the genre

rating: sfw — contents: mostly fluff, some heavy kissing

“and you… like that?” he questioned bewildered, both eyebrows raised above his dark brown eyes. “uh, yeah! it’s an adrenaline rush and you don’t even have to do anything,” she encouraged, smiling brightly before shaking out the soft folded throw blanket and draping it across the cushions of the couch. peter shook his head to himself, genuinely not understanding the appeal — if you want an adrenaline rush, go ride a roller coaster or jog a lap around the block - why voluntarily subject yourself to nightmares? it didn’t make sense.

“riiight,” he responds warily, watching as she tossed a couple of pillows into place before dropping herself onto the couch, pulling her legs underneath her. she grabs a corner of the blanket and pulls it over her lap, leaning back into the cushion before realizing peter was still standing awkwardly in his place by the coffee table. he was nervous, and for a couple of reasons; the first being the anticipation of the movie, resulting in the premeditated knot tightening in his stomach, and the second being he was only on his fourth date with y/n, and somehow it panned out to be them sitting in her living room on a thursday night with him preparing himself to inevitably scream like a little girl in front of her.

she stares at his still standing frame, her eyes trailing down from his shaggy, silver hair to his black graphic t-shirt that fit around his toned arms perfectly, furthering his dark jeans and back up again. “you can sit,” she spoke softly in reference to the gap of space between her and the armrest of the sofa. she thought it was implied that he would accompany her in her placement, seeing as the plan was to watch the movie together, but evidently it wasn’t. he felt his palms moisten slightly, the idea of sitting so close only further contributing to the anxiety he was beginning to feel.

“okay- yeah, thanks,” he nods, forcing out a nervous laugh before making taking two long strides over and sitting down as lightly as his weight would allow. he wiped his hands on his jean as discretely as possible to rid them of the sweat, but she notices. letting her eyes scan over his features, she began to feel a little guilty for even convincing him to this point; his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he chewed gently at the inside of his pink lips.

“we don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” she offers sweetly, watching as he turned to meet his dark eyes with hers, his sterling hair sparkling gently from the glow of the television. he was close enough to smell the spearmint gum on her breath, the air cold and tingly, the scent alone sending a chill down his spine.

“tuh, what? no, i want to,” he scoffs, slightly tilting his head back, his face exaggeratedly animated, “i’m just worried about you, y’know - getting scared or… something.” she smiled amusedly at his blatant theatrics, shaking her head. “i’ve seen it like a hundred times, i’ll be fine,” she laughs, humorously going along with his obvious deflection.

peter glanced at the dimply lit screen, the ‘it’ she referred to being ‘the conjuring 2’. she had offered for him to pick what film they watched, as long as it was horror, hoping that would make him feel better about watching one at all. he had ran his slender fingers along the spines of the dvd covers on the rack, stopping when he noticed two with similar names; ‘the conjuring’ and ‘the conjuring 2’. he had asked y/n which of the pair was scariest, to which she said, in her opinion, the first was much better. with that, the movie in reference was placed right back where he found it and the second was slid into the player.

“cool, cool,” he nodded, his eyes darting around the mostly pitch black room, tapping his long fingers on his thighs. “ooo!” y/n exclaimed suddenly, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. she gasped with wide eyes, covering her mouth with a hand - partially in shock and partially to keep from laughing, placing the other on his bicep.

“i’m sorry,” a smile inevitably broke across her face and peter dramatically exhaled, a small smile twitching at the ends of his lips, “my bad, i just- i remembered i have some popcorn in the pantry, i didn’t mean to- i’m sorry.” even through his moment of shock, peter found it adorable how excited she could be over things as small as a bag of popcorn; it was admirable.

her giggles provoked a laugh of his own to escape from his throat as he ran a hand over his face. “seriously,” y/n insisted again as her laughs began to die down, “we can watch something else.” she could tell just how on edge he was already, and they hadn’t even pressed ‘play’ yet. peter shook his head once more, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. he knew how much she had looked forward to watching a movie with him - a scary movie, as she had poked fun at him about it all day and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin that.

“no, it’s fine, i’m like, a super big strong man… i lift weights and… stuff - this is nothing,” he humors, pulling an exaggerated faux look of ‘macho’ just to make her laugh, which she does. he smiles. “okay, ‘big strong man’, why don’t i-,” she starts, but he quickly cuts her off. “uh-uh, super big strong man. that part is, like, very important,” he corrects, watching as her eyes darted between his eyes and down to his lips once or twice as she smiled in adoration.

“very important, huh?” she challenges and he agrees quickly with a small smirk, “yes, very important.” she playfully rolls her eyes before continuing, “my apologies, ‘super big strong man who lifts weighs and stuff’ - why don’t we turn on a lamp or something?” she finishes, laughing her way through the words, and he nods slightly, the idea of some form of light in the darkness of the room bringing comfort.

“yeah… yeah, ‘cause you’re, like, totally horrified of the dark, right?” he mumbles jokingly, and she seemlessly follows along. sighing emphatically, she pulls a face of mock seriousness and leans in slightly, placing an elbow on the top of the couch and resting her chin on her hand before whispering, “you weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

peter lets out a genuine, wholehearted laugh, his smile fully displaying the dimple in his cheek - he appreciated her humor and quick-witted nature, it paired perfectly with his. she reciprocates the show of emotion, laughing softly before standing to her feet and shuffling her way into the kitchen. she flicks on the small light above the stove before rummaging through the pantry.

she finds the lone pack of uncooked popcorn nestled between boxes of pasta, swiftly snatching it out of it’s slot. she sheds the plastic and pops it into the microwave, timing it for two minutes. she then tosses her gum into the garbage before leaning against the counter. she began thinking for a moment on how to ease the gloom of the living room, for peter’s sake, as the sound of popping fills the space.

“oh!” she exclaims again enthusiastically, pushing herself off the granite surface and pulling open a drawer, rummaging through the contents. “what?!” peter yells from the living room, her sudden outburst spooking him again. she’s grabs a readily sealed four-pack of tealights, far too focused on the task at hand to process him calling out to her. he appears instantly in the doorway, his breathing slightly heavy and a look of concerned fear etched into his features. “what happened?” he asks, watching intently from the doorway with furrowed eyebrows, glancing behind him once or twice - just to be safe.

she glimpsed over her shoulder, stifling a laugh and sending him a sympathetic smile. “nothing - sorry, i just thought of something,” she turns back to the counter and rips the lights out of the plastic and cardboard, using the tip of her nail to flick each individual switch on. peter stalks up behind her, the front of his sculpted right shoulder lightly pressing against the back of her left one. “you’ve gotta stop doing that - especially when i’m in the dark,” he mumbled warmly, playfully pushing against her with a closed-lipped smile on his face. she laughs softly, “i thought you weren’t scared of the dark?”

she turns to face him, the collection of tealights grasped in her hands, the radiance seeping between her fingers glowing softly on her face. peter takes in the sight, his heart squeezing slightly at how just beautiful and full of life she was, the light only further highlighting the fact. “i’m not,” he charms, a small smirk pulling at his lips, “i’m scared of girls screaming while i’m in the dark - big difference.” she nods dramatically, a stand of her hair falling over her forehead as she does, “mmm, okay, that checks out.”

“what’s that?” he quips, nodding his head in a downwards motion to point at the bright hue emitting from her palms. “these,” she raises her hands slightly to meet between the tip of her nose and the bottom of his lip, “are tealights - bought ‘em when we did the pumpkins, remember?” he hums, smiling softly at the not-so-distant memory, “i do.” y/n appreciated the luminescence of the plastic candles casting a warm sheet over peter’s face, the mistakably black hue of his eyes now an obvious, deep chocolate brown - his glacial toned hair capturing the luster.

“i thought they’d make a better light than a lamp - figured it would be too bright,” she explains, “plus, they’re kinda spooky,” she noted, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. peter gazes down into her sparkling orbs, the illumination from her palms enhancing colors and hues he’s not sure he’s ever seen before. “sooo spooky,” he adds monotonously, as his focus on the contents of the conversation was bleak, almost in a trance at the sight before him. his eyes followed the curve of her jawline down to the pout of her softly rounded lips, sliding up the slope of her nose and locking back onto her eyes.

he watched as her eyes were already reciprocating the action, flickering from his own, down to his lips, and back again. he doesn’t want to rush anything - to force it, but the urge to plant his mouth on hers is stronger than anything he’s felt in a while. maybe, he’s misreading the unspoken words between the two, but with y/n’s face slowly finding it’s way closer to his, he’s confident that maybe he wasn’t.

a loud series of beeps sound from the microwave, reality forcing it’s way back in and breaking the rope of tension wrapped tightly around their chests. y/n blinked a couple times while leaning away and stepping back from peter, a small close-lipped smile on her face as she internally mourned the loss of proximity. she spins on her heels, moving the lights into a single hand, and using the other to retrieve the movie snack from the appliance.

“could you grab the big bowl from the cabinet down there?” she requests quietly, motioning her head in it’s direction. peter silently obliges, his head still slightly reeling from the close encounter - should he have taken the initiative and kissed her? did she even want to kiss him? if he did, would it have been a good one? would he have met her standards? maybe, she’d hate it and never want to kiss him, or see him, again - he doesn’t like the idea of that.

“i got it,” peter offers, grabbing the bag from between her fingers with a small, amused smile after watching her attempt to open it with her already full hands. she smiles sheepishly and observes as he rips open the paper bag, pouring the steaming yellow and white buttered popcorn into the bowl and tossing the empty pouch in the trash can.

“let’s go,” she chirps happily, making her way to the doorway before stopping abruptly at the light switch, turning to see peter waiting expectantly behind her. “what?” he asked, eyes slightly widened in question, quirking his head to the side. “i gotta shut the light off, so…” she trails away, a glint of amusement in her eyes. peter’s lips form an ‘o’ as he nods, his naturally sarcastic demeanor surfacing when he says, “riiight, i’ll go first ‘nd y’know, scope out the scenery - make sure it’s safe.”

y/n watches humorously as he made his way into the living room, flicking off the switch before following behind him. “okay, okay, look,” she rushes excitedly, placing the tealights in a row on the coffee table and stepping back to take in the view. peter smiles at her authentic enthusiasm; he finds it incredibly sweet and pure. “whatcha think?” she ask eagerly, turning to see him already sitting back in his place on the couch with the bowl beside him, slightly slouched with his knees spread wide.

his eyes trail down her illuminating figure, drinking in the shadows of her curves and softness of her edges. “perfect,” he answers, more-so to himself, before snapping his dark eyes back to her face. “it’s perfect,” he corrects himself, hoping she didn’t catch his subliminal admission upon absentmindedly analyzing her body. she doesn’t… maybe.

“awesome,” she cheered, making her way over to the couch and plopping down in her previous spot, tucking her legs underneath herself again and pulling the plush blanket up to her waist. she grabs the bowl from between them and elevates it a foot or so, draping the additional half of the blanket over peter’s lap, before setting the bowl back down, casually tossing a few of the popped kernels in to her mouth. he glances down at himself, then over to her, watching as she clutched the tv’s remote and navigated her way through the opening menu.

the gesture of blanketing him was small, possibly irrelevant, but it made his heart pound a little harder in his chest. he found it oddly intimate and personal, savoring the small act of affection. she knew if she had asked if he’d like to share it, he would undoubtedly say no; not because he didn’t want to, but because he would feel as though he’s intruding into her space, which she knew.

“need anything before we start?” she quips, peering over at him to find he was already staring at her, his metallic tresses falling pristinely over his forehead and behind his ears. “don’t think so,” he responded, his demeanor surprisingly calm as the moment he’s been anticipating all week was here. she nods, leaning back and making herself comfortable before pressing ‘play’.

within the first three minutes, peter was already flinching and releasing strings of curse words, the sound of a loud gunshot sounding during a fairly quiet scene causing it. “wha- what the hell?! it hasn’t even been a minute!” he gripes exasperatedly and y/n does anything but hold in her laughter. “peter,” she starts, staring at him as his bewildered eyes were locked on the television, “if that was enough to scare you… you’re not making it through the movie.” she giggles as he slightly turns his head towards here before tearing his eyes away from the screen and meeting hers, “i-i wasn’t scared, it… it was just loud. it was a natural reaction,” he reasons, almost whining at the end, a small smile tugging at his lips.

for the next two hours, y/n enjoyed spending her time munching on their snack and peering out of the corner of her eyes to watch peter’s reactions when she knew a jump-scare was coming. watching as his eyebrows grew closer together and his lips would slightly part, eyes wide when he could just sense something was about to happen, was undoubtably the most enjoyable part.

“why… why would you do that, don’t- don’t go in there, wha-,” he questioned aloud to the film before turning to her briefly, “do they just want to die?” he turns back to the screen, before mumbling, “could never be me…” the genuinely confused expression on his face and seriousness in his voice was absolutely comical yet, relatable. y/n learned early on as a young child, when she first started indulging in horror, as peter soon would too, that it’s part of the nature; people in horror movies don’t make smart choices.

at one point, within the midst of an intense scene as tension built up eerily in the atmosphere, y/n observed silently as peter looked the most terrified he’d been since the moment the movie started. his hand was over his mouth, the tips of his fingers resting just underneath his eye as he held his breath. he watched as crosses mounted on walls twisted upside down gradually, feeling the now familiar burn in his stomach as the as the camera panned. he knew what was coming - he knew someone, or something, was likely going to jump out of the darkness lurking in the corner, so he braced himself.

yet, somehow, even with the mental preparation, he yelps - yelps, when a sullen man emerges suddenly from the void, lunging for the little girl in red. y/n admittedly jumps as well at the unexpected sound, quickly placing a hand comfortingly on his bare bicep and rubbing it along his goosebumps. “peter,” she laughs out teasingly, sympathy laced in her tone as she did so. he turns to her with his pink lips opened wide, moving them like a fish out of water as he tried to conjure up the words to excuse away his outburst, coming up with nothing. frankly, he was embarrassed, a pink hue creeping up his cheeks and warming his face. with the combination of her soft hands resting on his arm and sheer humiliation, he was stunned. the skin beneath her fingers was burning in the best way possible, and he felt his chest tighten at the contact.

even in the dim light of the screen still playing and the warm light emitting from the direction of the table, she noticed the rosy color adorning his pale skin. “it’s okay,” she pressed, still laughing slightly as she did, sliding her fingers down the length of his long arm and resting them on the back of his hand that was flat on top of his thigh, “even ‘super big strong men’ get scared sometimes,” she jokes quietly, looking up at him kindly. he smiles, grateful for her willingness to ease the moment with her humor. “i wouldn’t say i was scared,” he adds, smirking lightly when she rolled her head to the side dramatically, a look of faux disbelief on her face. “no?” she challenges, almost flirtatiously, and sits up slightly, her hand never leaving the top of his.

“tuh, no, i just- i was a little…surprised, that’s all,” he nods, continuing to fein nonchalance, a smile creeping it’s way onto his face. “mmm, yeah- no, understandable,” she nods along, her lips mirroring his as she lightly rubbed her thumb over the bone of his wrist. she kept it there casually, averting her attention back to the movie while absentmindedly feathering her digits over his skin. the motion sends small jolts of electricity up his arm, each pulsing directly into his chest.

his attention was no longer on the movie, but on the girl who was now laid back on the couch beside him, scanning over her dimly lit features. he then stared down at his hand, watching as her slender fingers continued to slowly swirl over his knuckles. he felt his own almost twitch, the desire to turn his hand over and engulf her’s becoming overwhelmingly strong. he wanted to, truly, but the fear of being rejected was far too strong. the last thing he’d ever want to do was scare her away from him and ruin such a good thing.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, she felt exactly the same. she wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his palm encasing hers - to drag herself closer to him and lean against his warm, defined shoulder, feeling the vibrations as they flowed through his body when he spoke or laughed. she didn’t want to move too fast or make him uncomfortable, but she was more than ready to simply just be closer; nothing too crazy or explicit, although she’s almost convinced she wouldn’t protest. they hadn’t been dating long, only knowing of each for a mere three weeks before he’d asked her out, to which she promptly agreed. their cohesion was instant, and they both felt themselves bonding and developing a connection at a scarily rapid pace. that’s what made them both so wary - each thinking the other would find it incredibly strange if they knew just how deep into things they already were.

peter was always confident, his casual and straight-forward persona making it easy to clarify what he wanted and how he felt, in every and all contexts. but this was different - he felt like he had to be calculated and cautious with every word and movement for both of their sake’s, not wanting to unintentionally turn things sour with his growing desire for the girl as a whole, and now, it was showing.

‘just do it,’ he thought to himself, feeling his nerves rise over something so simple, ‘she’s already touching you.’ he knows his logic is seemingly sound - if the idea of his contact was as repulsive as he feared, she wouldn’t be where she is, doing what she was. he thinks back to nearly an hour ago to the two of them in the kitchen, remembering the way she looked at him with soft eyes while gradually closing the distance between them; she seemed willing - wanting. his eyes flicker between her face and hand nervously, unsure if he would regret his decision and, before he could convince himself to do otherwise, he flips his hand over underneath hers and gently laces his fingers in between her smaller ones. he watches her face carefully as he does so, her head turning away from the screen and towards him.

she glanced at their intertwined fingers, a warmth tingling up her arm and dispersing throughout her entire body at the sight. his palm was slightly rough yet, somehow, perfectly soft, and despite the difference in sizes, they fit together seamlessly. a subtle, closed lip smile spread across her face and she squeezed him lightly - this being enough to begin settling the ache in his stomach - confirming that his choice was the right one.

they continued to watch their movie in a comfortable silence - or as silent as it could be with peter letting out small gasps here and there. y/n would just laugh to herself, tracing different shapes and swirls on his skin with her thumb to comfort him. he found that the movie didn’t feel as scary anymore, the feeling of her skin on his leaving him almost disassociated from what he was seeing, his head feeling as though it was floating above his body. inevitably, the movie comes to an end, the credits rolling endlessly down the television before returning to the dvd’s main menu. he felt a subtle sadness tugging at him at the idea of releasing her from his grasp, wanting nothing more than to hold her as long as he could. hell, he’d watch her entire shelf worth of horror movies that same night if it meant they could stay that exact way for just a little longer.

she sighs contently before using her free hand to grab the remote from beside her and powering the screen off. the room grows noticeably darker, the bleak radiance of the tealights no longer as useful as before. she shifts in her place, fully facing peter as her eyes slightly strain to make-out his features. “do you have to go?” she speaks softly, acknowledging it was late. he glances at his watch, mentally notating that it was nearing midnight before resting his head back on the cushion behind him, rolling his head to the side, meeting eyes with y/n. typically, he’d say ‘yes’, never wanting to overstay his welcome, and y/n knew that around this time was when they would part ways. but this time, he tells the truth. he slowly shakes his head for a second, taking a shallow breath, before simply answering, “no.”

there was something - an indescribable something about that moment that y/n couldn’t put her finger on, but it was there. maybe it was the yearning glint in his eyes as he stared down at her through the darkness, or maybe it was the way the inflection of his ‘no’ almost said ‘not if you don’t want me to’ but a painfully overwhelming urge to kiss his bubblegum lips until they were sore came over her. she found herself releasing his hand and sitting up straight, inching her body closer to his, a rush of confidence and certainty coursing through her veins. the loss of contact prompted him to quickly glance down at his now cold, empty hand but before he had the time to process it, her fingers softly encased his chin, directing it towards towards herself, before leaning in and pressing her mouth against his.

he’s taken aback slightly, his eyes widening in surprise, but it takes him no time at all to recalibrate and press his lips back onto hers firmly. her lips were warm and soft, like pillows incasing his own, and he savored the taste of popcorn still lingering on her mouth. his hand instinctively slides onto her waist, his fingers tips slightly slipping under her top - conscious not to be too rough or invasive. their heart rates were simultaneously increasing, the fresh scent of her conditioner flooding his nose causing his head to spin as some of her locks fell messily beside her temples.

she snakes her fingers up his jawline and into his silver hair, resting them at his darker roots before deepening the kiss. her mouth opens slightly, allowing peter’s tongue to swiftly slip inside, evidently eager and desperate, as his nose brushed against hers. as the intensity increases, their breathing grows heavier, pulling away from each other every so often to pant for air, before avidly meeting again in the middle. minutes feel like mere seconds, and peter swears he could do this for hours.

their breathing was labored, the amount of breaks to gasp for air decreasing, and their entire bodies felt like they were on fire. y/n finally breaks away from his wet lips, his mouth left agape as his hand slipped from her waist. his eyes flickered between hers and down to her huffing mouth before lightly grabbing her chin and pulling her back in, wanting just a little more before it ended. he feels her smiling into the kiss, and he smiles too, making it hard to keep their mouths flush together. he pulls away, his hand still holding her in place, before placing a final kiss to the corner of her mouth and softly brushing his thumb over her lips. she watches as his small smile grows into a bright one, adoring just how cute he was with his dimple nestled in his cheek.

“so… how was the movie?” she asked quietly, laughing breathily at the blatant contrast of their nature between then and now, watching him intently. he laughs along, his metallic hair messy from her previous rummaging with some haphazardly draped over his face. he glanced at the television before his eyes met hers again, with slightly swollen lips, asking, “can we watch another?”

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[myreitha]

I think everyone's gotten theirs by now, so please enjoy the linocut I designed, carved, printed on cards and sent out for February's International Correspondence Writing Month :)

[Image Description 1: A black linocut print featuring a moth with sparkling star eye patterns on its six wings and surrounded by a starburst of lines and small stars. End description.]

Some process and more details under the cut - including the other stamps I carved to go on the envelopes and inside the cards!

Please enjoy my chaotic printing station and my beautiful stack of shelves, baskets, and my baking racks being used as a place for all the prints to dry (well, most of them)

I also carved individual stamps of the starry eyeballs based off the eye shapes in the moth's wings. I love love love love how they came out, and also had a lot of fun with the variety of little star stamps I made to embellish things with.

[Image ID 2: A photo of my kitchen table overtaken by a precarious stack of wire shelves and racks that are covered in drying prints. In front of the drying prints is my printing surface where the ink, roller, and the linocut are visible. Image ID 3-4: Photos of the envelopes used to send the cards, they've got stars stamped on the front and a large starry eye stamped on the flap. The eyes are two different variations of a similar design and match the eye pattern on the moth's wings. End Description.]

For funsies, please also enjoy how gorgeous this design came out on brown paper

[Image Description 5: Another image of the same print, this time on brown paper intead of white]

[davidheather]

Ultimate Workout Pack

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[exitrowiron]

Day 9: Vic Sau to Platja Daro

77.1 miles, 6:02, 5,748' ascent

At last night's dinner and breakfast this morning, everyone was focused on just one thing - this is the day we see the ocean and ride ends!

The route includes two significant climbs, but again nearly half the day's ascent is provided by the 'rollers'. The weather was cloud free but this meant that we were broiled by the hot Catalan sun and drank copiously to stay hydrated.

The dramatic views while descending are largely behind us, except for the last big descent when we finally saw the deep blue of the Mediterranean Ocean. This was a thrilling sight to be sure but we still had 10 miles of riding and 1K' ascent before we arrived at the beachfront hotel.

After racking bikes and doffing our cleats, the riders and guides headed to the beach for a well-earned celebratory photo in the warm water.

My sister asked if this trip was harder than the US cross country trip and I think it is. The US trip is 4x longer and requires more stamina, but this is certainly the most challenging 8 days I've ridden. Part of the challenge is the novelty of the off-the-bike experience: unfamiliar foods, minimal air conditioning, eating dinner until 10:30 pm etc.

Despite all this, it was a great experience, topped off by Beth joining me the next day for more adventures in Europe.

Thanks for your support and encouragement.

[lolitakirstein]

Sore

A/N: Quick little thing I wrote that'll have a part 2. C/W: Nothing yet, suggestiveness and bad grammar as usual. Synopsis: You're sore from working out and gym owner Toji offers some additional services.

I roll my shoulders, feeling the persistent ache flare up. Going to the gym was great and all, but the constant muscle pain was becoming a problem. I decided to join to strengthen my body and relieve stress. But I’d be lying if I wasn’t easily hooked into coming by the gym's owner, Toji. 

Aside from signing up with him and seeing him around the weight room and casual hellos, I haven’t had anything other than casual conversations. But damn is he fun to look at—tall, buff, brooding. I can’t say I don’t push my ass out more when I see he’s in the gym.

But today I didn’t have the strength to hoochie-up, my neck, back, and hips were all so tense. I head to the mats at the corner of the gym in hopes of stretching out these knots.I use the foam roller and massage my back, wincing at the pain. It gets so intense that I have to close my eyes to focus on my breathing. 

In, out, relax, in, out, re-

“Sore?”

The gruff voice snaps me out of my moment. I look up, seeing Toji sauntering by, carrying a 30-pound weight to re-rack in one hand like it was a baby bird. 

I sit up, slowly and watch as he organizes the free weights. “Yeah a little bit, but…” I wince as I try to stretch forward across my outstretched legs, “I don’t know… it's not just muscle soreness. I think I’m sleeping wrong.”

He grunts. “Ever had an adjustment…seen a chiro?”

“No, I’m too scared they’ll snap my neck.” 

He booms a laugh, throwing his head back. His strong neck on display. “Takes a lot more than a little twist to snap a neck, dear.”

“And how would you know,” i tease. 

“I don’t just own a gym, hon. I actually studied the body and all its intricacies. Gotta know the body before you can be training people you know. Got my massage and physical therapy certificate before I said fuck it and decided to open this place” He says proudly. 

“Awh, so you aren’t just a meathead?” I coo.

“Psh, far from it,” he says with a smile. “But you know, if you ever want me to look at ya, check out you muscles and alignment, let me know ok?

Check me out? Look at me? My mouth dries at the thought of being in such an intimate setting with Toji. Me, laying there, him over top of me, his hands rubbing the sore spots on my body…—

“Up to you,” He throws his hands up defensively, “Sorry, I know that’s kinda a weird thing to ask a lady.”

I laugh, “No, sorry. Yeah, I’d like that.”

He nods, but I clock the way his jaw ticks and he quickly glances up and down my frame as I stand. 

“Well, I’m getting ready to lock up for the night. If you’re through here, I’ll walk you out to your car.”

After packing my gym bag while Toji finishes up closing, we exit the gym together. Toji walked in front of me, and he was quite an intimidating character in the dark. I’d rather be escorted by him than confronted by him. 

“Thanks,” I say when we get to my car and unlock it. 

“No problem,” he opens the door for me, “Offer still stands if you ever want a little TLC on them muscles.”

“Ok, I will.”

“I’ll be gentle” He leans forward, a smug look on his face, “But we can work up to some more intense work.”

[spmequipment]

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[physalian]

On Describing Rooms (Or Transitional Settings)

Oh the dilemma of how much detail to give a space your characters won’t stay in for very long, but will be in long enough that grounding the area in context is necessary. Spending whole paragraphs coming up with intricate detail about the layout and the decorations of a space is better spent on more trafficked areas by the plot—kind of like designing physical sets for TV and film. You don't want to exahust your creativity budget on setting fodder.

There’s a whole lot of divisiveness already on how much or how little detail to give when describing any one thing. I’ve made it clear that I like lean narratives that don’t wax poetic on the fluff that isn’t necessary for the moment, but there’s a place and an audience for stories that do.

However, transitional/transitory settings, like the inside of a train or vehicle or a motel room they might only spend one scene in, somebody’s office, the school bathroom, etc—these have a stronger argument for being lean.

And at least for me, I like to give them the “vibes” of what I’m seeing in my head, without going overboard. But context and familiarity are important, and details like this are a lot like adverbs: Don’t waste time describing what everybody already knows, if you’re going to give details, they have to matter.

Like, if I my characters are on a bus, I’m not going to also tell you that it has seats and windows and a center aisle and those hand-loopy thingies and a dashboard. By nature of it being a bus, these things are presumed to be included. If this bus happens to be missing any of those presumed details, then I would tell you. Like if it’s been abandoned and the seats scavenged for some other purpose, or it burned up and there’s nothing left unscathed of the interior.

But I might tell you about how the fabric of the seats looks like the carpet of a roller rink, or how some kid’s gummy fingerprints are all over the windows next to the MC’s seat, or how there’s cheese-it crumbs in the grooves of the main walkway, or somebody left a tabloid magazine in the back pocket of the seat in front of them.

These details also don’t technically “matter,” but they give you vibes. It’s a dingy bus, a city bus, one the character probably isn’t happy to be on. It starts to feel more real when you can give random but realistic details for your narrator to notice.

Then it’s not just a bus, it’s this specific bus that only exists in this story.

Even if this is a repeat setting that appears in more than one scene, but is still a temporary setting—like a motel room the characters are spending one night in, but a fair chunk of book pages are spent detailing that one night, you don’t have to throw every little bit of information about the room at the readers all at once—and the same goes with character descriptions. Give details as they become relevant.

Like, here’s a paragraph I wrote:

Onna gave Elias Dorian’s usual room, the nice one in the corner with the little metal fireplace and shark jaws hanging like windchimes from the ceiling. The low-lying bed is little more than furs over woven kelp mats on a metal rack, ones he’d hauled straight from Tanarang.

To this narrator, Dorian, it’s a room he’s familiar with, so he’s not going to go overboard with details that he doesn’t think matters, but he will describe things that he doesn’t have at home, like the decorations and the fireplace, and details that are significant to him, like the kelp mats.

Elias, on the other hand, might take a bit longer when it’s his POV to describe things that he’s noticing, that Dorian wouldn’t. Things like the room’s wooden floor, when he’s used to stone, or actually having a window that opens, or how fragile and old everything looks.

No matter what, I’m trying to still tie these expository details back to how they reflect on the narrator giving them, so they feel less like exposition and more like just part of the story.

[minnlahzz]

amethio and silver with a kogal gyaru s/o.

requested

YEAH, YEAH! first time writing for silver in pokespe, a big roller coaster. this might be a bit ooc, also amethio's is set before episode 65. note this is strictly manga silver, not game silver! I apologise in advance if there's spelling mistakes i barely proof read.

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

— AMETHIO

amethio is not one to judge, infact he's very supportive, because of his job he's seen many people with many different styles. he's seen many gyaru's before, so he definitely has common knowledge about why and how you guys do this style.

he'll try it, reluctantly and only once. you can put hair clips on him, and do his make up! he'll wash it off afterwards though, it's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he has a status to approve and the admins aren't really on friendly terms right now, sango would definitely love you if she found out you existed.

amethio likes to observe you doing your make up, he could watch you for hours and not get bored. and attentively too, he'd ask "what's that one for?" when curious what your make products do.

gives you random things at anytime cute key charms, hair clips, accessories, anything cute he's seen you look at before or bought. if you have pokemon yourself, he'll buy key chains of your pokemon to stick to your rotom phone. he'd use the reasoning "i saw this while on duty, and thought you'd like it" so sweet!

supportive, would volunteer to take your photos even if they look a little wonky... he's trying! he'll get better eventually and you'll have a portable camera director.

would jump everybody that gives you weird looks in his mind, judging is for ugly people.

— SILVER

when first meeting you silver did not judge or get weirded out, since its common around johto for girls to have this style. he found it pretty cool and charming.

please do geek out about your interests and things you'd want to do with your style, silver is interested and will definitely listen to your yapping spree.

tough to say, but silver would not try the style or would want anything to do with it. he doesn't hate it, but he's more comfortable wearing his own stuff. although if you give him something like a bracelet or hair tie he'll treasure it with his life.

he likes walking with you, and letting you go shopping! silver is technically a nepo baby so he has alot of money, and always volunteers to pay for you and your shenanigans. it's that whole scene you'd see a cute item and you ask him if he wants one. he'd go completely silent for a second thinking.

"hey silver, look at these silly phone cases!" you say, grabbing his attention. "a gengar phonecase?..." silver tilted his head, "no good?"

"If you want you can buy it, I don't really care." silver responds at you, as your pointing at the items. "but I wanna buy it for the both of us! we should get two, unless you don't like it?"

"no, no it's fine I don't really need one." he reassures, looking back at them and then your face second guessing what he said. right as you were gonna put the other one back to the rack, "you know what, I'll use it."

the sparkle in your eyes was so adorable, maybe he should give in once in a while...

silver wins the idgaf war, he'd use his phone in public with the phone case you bought! (with his money) even if gold asks him silver shrugs. "it's pretty cool." is his common response, another thing of winning idgaf war is that he's not afraid to approach somebody who was giving you weird stares.

[erasabledinosaur]

What's in my Game: cc edition

TSR

Pet Cushions and Food Dispenser

Kids Inflatable Sprinklers

Coast Surf Set

Beach Fun

Inflatable Kids Pool - Arm Band

David Mont

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Mimi's Broom Arena — A New Arena for your Sims

"We Both Know" Dandelion Lighting

"We Both Know" Part Two: IKEA TRENDIG

"NuBE" Anti-Theft & Smoke Alarm

"Pixel Cloud" Paper Bag — Storage

"FRIENDS" Collection — Two Desks & Stool Set6

“Ohevers” Collection

"Captastic" with Love for Kimberly

"Twinkly Twinkly" for Ceilings and Walls

"Toya's Gardening Station" a New one for your Sims

"Star-Lights" Ceiling Lamps — Updated

Antraya Collection

Everlasting Garden

6 TS4 to TS3 Bathroom Conversions by Everlasting-Garden

Up Balloons Chairs by Everlasting-Garden

04v10 Collection - Hot Air Balloon Ceiling Lights by Everlasting-Garden

04v10 Collection - Desk Set by Everlasting-Garden

4 Leash racks by Everlasting-Garden

Angel Wings Ceiling Lights by Everlasting-Garden

TS2 to TS3 Understair Storage I by Everlasting-Garden

Roller Skates Wall Décor by Everlasting-Garden