#and i dont know if it was him but in that moment i was sure it was him and now im home and huddled in my bathroom

[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐡at Happens 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬… | 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

SUMMARY★ the internet gets suspicious after Oscar Piastri’s childhood best friend shows up to the USA GP after swearing off races a year ago…

(multiple face claims)

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oscarpiastri: hey! no way i’m going to be there too what a coincidence!

➜ y/nusername: its not a coincidence im stalking you

➜ oscarpiastri: 😀 what.

y/nbff: tell me you’re joking

➜ y/nusername: lemme tell you something... LEMME TELL YOU SUMTHING!

user1234: why does @y/nbff sound mad? Did she not tell her bsf or something?

➜ user999: don’t quote me on this but i’m pretty sure it has to do with the drama about y/n and her ex.

➜ user 1234: wait what?!? Im new what is that???

➜ f1updatesfans: well like i think 2 years ago y/n was seen around with this guy while she was in Austin (her home town) for the USA race.

➜ f1updatesfans: Then suddenly he like disappeared and y/n didn’t go to another race since. but now apparently she’s going to this one??? it’s all very speculative but yeah.

➜ user1234: ok but what does y/n have to do with formula one? Wait was she dating a driver?

➜ f1updatesfans: No! I dont think so... And shes Oscar’s friend I think. Best friend.

imessages- y/n's POV

Once y/n got off of the plane and through the gate, she stood waiting for Oscar. Considering he was already in town for the race, he had no problem coming to get her. They were best friends after all.

y/n had a hand on her suitcase and leaned against a pillar. She looked worn out and utterly tired. Her eye bags could practically be called carry-on luggage. She rested her head on the wall and scrolled through her contacts before choosing Oscar's name.

Her phone only rang once before Oscar's voice answered from the other side.

"Hey, y/n." He said in his signature sweet tone that always made y/n smile. The corner of her mouth lifted at his voice while she closed her eyes. Maybe tired was an understatement.

She was exhausted. Usually she just sleeps on planes, but for the whole 6-hour trip she never dozed off. The closest she got was simply closing her eyes.

She couldn't sleep. Not when she was so worried about what would happen once she landed.

"Yeah, hey Oscar." she murmured, and let out a long yawn. "My gate is A6." She held her phone between her shoulder and cheek while she tried to fish out her wallet from her purse.

"You good? You sound tired. Or sad. I can't really tell over the phone." Oscar spoke through the speaker pressed up against her ear.

"Yes, I'm fine..." Once she found her wallet, she pulled out cash to buy something to drink at the mini market across from her gate.

"Oh, I see you! Stop walking I'm coming to your right now." Oscar said quickly. Y/n looked around her, trying to find him. Eventually, she spotted his familiar smile.

They both hung up the phone as Oscar got closer. He was smiling at her, almost smirking really. When he stood next to her, he took a moment to look at her state, no doubt remembering it to make fun of later.

Y/n smiled back and then continued walking to the minimarket, with Oscar alongside her.

Once she got her water, they both started walking towards the exit.

"Here, I can take this." Oscar stopped y/n and put his hand on top of her hand which was holding her suitcase. His touch felt familiar and warm. His hands always felt rougher than they looked, but y/n felt comfort in knowing it was Oscar. At first, she didn't speak.

She was too busy staring at their hands because something different was happening.

She felt different. Suddenly, she wanted his hand to never leave. She wanted his hand to grab hers and lace their fingers. She wanted his hand to touch her more.

She shook her head and looked away from their hands. She must be really tired, and sleep deprived.

Instead of agreeing verbally, y/n just let go, suddenly conscious of Oscar's burning touch, and nodded, letting him take her suitcase.

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➜ ynusername LANDO WHAT! is this a hard launch for you two???? wdym your bf

➜ landonorris WAIT HAHA NO I MEANT MY AS IT YOURS

➜ landonorris I WAS CORRECTING YOU AS YOU

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imessages- oscar's POV

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"Who are you texting?" Y/n asked casually, wanting to start conversation. She sat comfortable in a sofa across from him. Originally, they were both laying down on the sofa's facing each other, a table in the middle.

But once Oscar got the first message, he sat up quickly.

At one point y/n caught him looking at her, with the most confused face she's seen on him, but he just went back to typing.

"What?" His head shot up from his phone, and his eyes got wide.

"I asked who you were texting." She replied. Y/n sat up slowly, matching him and then leaned in, with her elbows on her knees, hands clasped together.

"Oh. um. no one. Just Lando"

"Oh ok." This conversation was just making her more bored, and she wanted to talk to Oscar. There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. "What about?"

"Hmm?" Oscar seemed extremely distracted.

"What about?"

Instead of answering, he ran a hand through his hair and looked down. Y/n was going to ask what was wrong but he suddenly stood up and walked around the sofa.

He was still silent, and he changed positions to now stand behind the sofa and leaned on back, arm folded, facing away from her.

"Osc-" Y/n was going to ask why he was so distracted, but he cut her off.

He turned around, now looking her in the eye. "y/n can I ask you something?"

Now y/n was worried, because what could be on his mind that he needed to ask her about.

"Of course, Osc"

Oscar looked at her as she waited for his question. Like really looked at her. She was wearing Mclaren merch with his number on the back of course. She looked gorgeous. The realization made Oscar run a hand through his hair again, no doubt messing it up this time.

"It's kind of personal, y/n. I understand why you haven't said anything about it before. It's your personal life and I want you to know that i understand."

"Oscar what-"

"Is your ex in Austin?"

Y/n was surprised to say the least. She knew that questions about her past relationship would come up, but Oscar asking was surprising. She told him last year about how her ex broke up with her.

She was devastated. He had broken up with her over the phone, on the way back from last year's Austin Grand Prix. His reasons were stupid, and his apologies sounded incredibly forced.

She immediately called Oscar and told him everything. Well, everything except from his name. Oscar can be protective when it comes to y/n, so she kept her ex's name secret. It sounds stupid now that she thinks about it because even if Oscar did get mad, he would never do anything Y/n didn't like.

"Yeah. He's here, in Austin, but I haven't talked to him at all. You know what he did, and I want nothing to do with him." Y/n didn't know why she was trying to explain herself so much. She felt like she needed to make it known that there was nothing between her and her ex anymore. What this had to do with Oscar? she didn't know.

He nodded and walked towards her. They both sat next to each other on the small sofa while Oscar overthought everything.

"You want nothing to do with him? like at all? because Lando was making me think that you were possibly here to get back together with him..." He needed to know for sure.

"What? Oscar not of course. Why would Lando think that?"

"I don't know." he was going to run a hand through his hand for the third time, but y/n grabbed his wrist instead. She held his hand softly and intertwined their fingers.

Oscar felt relieved. Y/n was probably wondering why Oscar had so many sudden questions about her love life, but neither of them brought up the suddenness of the conversation. They instead sat close together; hands intertwined, hoping that the other couldn't tell how fast their heart is beating at the they're simple touch.

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➜ oscarpiastri get your own! https://mclaren.com

➜ oscarpiastri hope this helps!

➜ ynusername you're going to give it to me anyways I know it

➜ oscarpiastri probably...

landonorris @.ynusername where have you beeeeeen I haven't seen you all weekend

➜ ynusername clearing my calendar for you right now!

➜ landonorris tell oscar to stop keeping you to himself!!!

➜ oscarpiastri no go away

➜ landonorris *cough* jealous *cough*

➜ oscarpiastri 😐 that’s enough

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2 days later, and neither Y/n nor Oscar had made any progress on acknowledging their feelings. Even the internet and gossip columns knew more about it them each other.

a/n:

just a small smau i wanted to try. i’ve never done one of these types of stories, so sorry if its bad or confusing!

not sure if i’ll do a part 2…do we like?

[cambankromyy]

THE ISLAND LOOKOUT (pt.9): midsummer suit - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

series masterlist; general masterlist; taglist

an: theres a little bit of.. not smut but the intention of. so if ur uncomfortable w that.. sorry!!!!! i swear real smut coming soon

part 8- part 9 - part 10

it wasn’t like roni and jj never texted before that night. they had, just not like this. before, it was mostly through sarah, or quick exchanges about something happening in the moment—jj talking shit about a kook party, roni responding with something equally unserious, both of them moving on.

but after that night, something shifted. their texts ramped up, turned into a running conversation that didn’t really have a start or stop. nothing important, just constant. half of it was stupid, the other half even stupider, but neither of them ever left the other on read.

you wake up slow, head heavy, limbs tangled in your sheets. jj’s hoodie still clings to you, carrying that sun-soaked, familiar scent, and for a second, you don’t remember falling asleep in it. then again, you don’t remember much of last night past a certain point—just flashes of laughter, the warmth of bodies pressed close, jj stealing your sunglasses, kiara yelling in your ear.

you rub at your face, squinting against the daylight filtering through your window, before rolling over—and that’s when you see it. your midsummers dress, hung up on your closet door, staring you down like it knows something you don’t.

shit.

midsummers. a reminder that you’ve agreed to show up, fully dressed, fully prepared. a reminder that you’re bringing jj, who, knowing him, probably doesn’t even own a suit.

you groan, flopping onto your back before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. the screen lights up with a couple notifications—one from sarah, one from island lookout (you ignore both), and a random-ass picture from jj at 2 a.m. of what looks like an abandoned shopping cart on the side of the road. you huff out a laugh before pulling up your chat.

if someone told you a month ago that you’d be spending a friday afternoon at a tailor with jj maybank, you would’ve laughed in their face.

but here you are.

jj isn’t the worst shopping partner. he’s actually fun.

he lets you drag him through the store, half-dressed in whatever you throw at him, mostly unbothered until you make him try on a white suit jacket that makes him look like an off-duty magician.

“i look like i’m about to swindle old ladies in a casino,” jj says, staring at his reflection.

“it’s giving coke dealer.”

“that too.”

he disappears at some point and comes back wearing an all-red suit.

“be honest, i look like a sexy little devil, don’t i?”

you don’t even dignify that with a response. just whip out your phone and take a picture. jj is standing on the platform, arms out as some poor old tailor fusses with the fit of his jacket. you’re perched on a nearby couch, arms crossed, head tilted as you watch the disaster unfold.

after many many complaints and suits tried on, you're able to snap a picture of the final suit, sending it to the groupchat.

jj nudges you, jolting your attention away from your phone, his voice low. “dude, i think someone just took a picture of us.”

you glance around, spotting the obvious island lookout informant, a kook girl pretending to browse through ties while clearly not-so-subtly typing on her phone.

you shrug, not even fazed. “oh yeah, that’s normal. happens to me sometimes. not on the cut, but for sure on fig 8 or somewhere around here.”

jj raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “damn, you’re famous.”

you roll your eyes. “oh no, don’t manifest it.”

he laughs, shaking his head. “maybe we’ll trend.”

you groan sarcastiaclly, already imagining the chaos. “please no. dont manifest it.”

you just roll your eyes but smile. there’s no escaping the attention when you’re constantly doing the most.

by the time you both leave, jj is still messing with his collar, looking himself over in the rearview mirror.

“this is dangerous,” he says, admiring the way the suit fits. “if i pull up to midsummers in this, i might not make it out single.”

you snort. “you’re literally my date. be so for real.”

jj grins at you, eyes flicking down for a second before he shrugs. “yeah, yeah. not a bad deal, though.”

you roll your eyes but feel the warmth spread through your chest anyway.

you decide to drive around the island instead of going back to the chateau immediately. windows down, music low. the sun is setting, the conversation easy, bouncing from bullshit to real shit and back again.

it’s only when you pull up to the chateau that the mood shifts.

you put the car into park, the music cutting off along with the engine, but neither of you move. the air inside feels thick, charged, like something’s been hanging between you all day, just waiting to snap.

you stare ahead, hands still gripping the wheel. jj sits back in his seat, stretching out his legs, his fingers drumming lazily against his knee. the silence stretches.

you glance at him.

he smirks, tilting his head. “what?”

that’s all it takes.

a breath of laughter escapes you—nervous, knowing. jj grins wider, like he knows exactly what’s running through your head, because it’s running through his too.

you should probably think it through. maybe hesitate.

you don’t.

you lean in, and jj doesn’t hesitate either. his hand finds your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you deeper into the kiss.

you exhale sharply through your nose, fingers curling around the collar of his shirt. jj is warm, solid, familiar—but the way he kisses you? anything but.

it’s slow at first, like neither of you want to rush it. then jj tilts his head, and suddenly it’s all teeth, heat, and tongue, a little messy, a little desperate.

you hum against his lips, barely processing the way his hand drags down, palm pressing over your bare thigh. he squeezes, and a jolt of something hot and electric shoots up your spine.

jj grins against your mouth like he can tell. like he likes it.

his fingers press in harder, and you bite his bottom lip in retaliation. he groans, his other hand slipping under the hem of your hoodie, fingertips brushing bare skin.

the air in the car turns thick. the tension crackles.

you shift, moving closer, your knee knocking into his as you drag your nails lightly over his neck. jj shudders, and you feel a flicker of satisfaction knowing you’re getting to him just as much. his hand travels down to your thighs, squeezing them as he inches up to where your really want him.

and then—

“roni?”

sarah’s voice.

you barely have time to pull back before sarah’s face appears in the window, all bright-eyed and oblivious.

“oh, perfect!” she chirps. “roni, can you drive me home real quick? and you wanna get dinner after?”

sarah doesn’t notice a thing.

you glance at jj, expecting to see him just as thrown off, but he’s already leaning back, rubbing his jaw, his expression smooth. like nothing happened.

“yeah, yeah,” you say, your voice slightly hoarse. you clear your throat and turn the key in the ignition, gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles turn white.

jj just smirks, tapping his fingers against his knee. “see you later, thornton.”

then he’s out the door, walking toward the chateau like you weren’t just wrapped up in each other, like he didn’t just change everything.

you exhale, gripping the wheel as sarah gets in to the passengers seat.

that was way too close.

an; eek i love itttt also 2 chapters in one day? who am i

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[jd-loves-fiction]

Appears in your askbox again like a plague

Same platonic premise with Boothill, Blade and Gallagher but reader gets kidnapped by their previous captors (reader is a former slave) in the heat of conflict

🌑honeypop if your requests are a plague I wanna be sick 😭 CRIIINGE also this got so angsty good lord 💀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

PanicpanicPANIC

He's never shot people so quick, get space Guiness we've got a record

Getting rid of anyone who gets in his way without a second thought nor a moment wasted - he's never felt more like a machine

He just wants-- no, he needs you to be safe or he might go crazy from the guilt

He was supposed to protect you, he promised

He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt on his watch

So he's shooting people like it's going out of style, quickly tracking your captors down and making his way to you

You'd best look away when he finds them... He's not exactly a merciful man when it comes to his enemies

When he finally gets to you - he doesn't experience adrenaline anymore but - his head is spinning

He's approaching you carefully, doing his best to speak softly and try to make you laugh, so you know you're safe now

He'll swear to you again that this will never happen again

Utterly heartbroken that due to his metal body, he can no longer even give you a hug as comfort :(

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Another one panicking, except it's slightly different

Because of the mara he can't let himself be consumed by his panic and anger because he might end up hurting - the LAST thing he wants

But my god is it difficult to stay calm

He's lost too many people already and we've seen what he's willing to do to bring them back

He's rampaging to your side while trying not to lose himself to the mara

Hope you dont mind him making sure they can never do this stuff again because he's not holding back on the fuckers once he finds them

His rage overtakes his concern to the point that he becomes so focused on paying them back that he only remembers why he's doing this after they're all dead

Immediatly rushes to your side after calming himself down - god forbid he sees even a sliver of fear in your eyes when looking at him or be might throw up

Terrible at expressing his concern, at least verbally, so with your consent he's holding you gently and carrying you to safety - silently comforting in the way he usually is, with an edge of anger and guilt this time

But if you dont want him near you for the time being, he'll be heartbroken but undertanding, though he'll still stay close to your when he can as a means of protection - he just cant let this happen ever again

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Nonchalant no more

All the way chalant, he's freaking the fuck out

True guard dog, genuinely surprised someone got past him since he tries his best to keep an eye on you during fights - clearly he needs to try harder

Tries his best to stay calm in order to focus on getting to you but man it's hard to do

No matter what you are the priority, but he really wants to mess up the people who dared do this again

Tell him you want revenge please and he's hunting them down to the ends of the galaxy

But if you tell him to drop it, he will - you're absolutely his priority, even if he really wants to rip those people to shreds

With his skill set it wont be too difficult to find you and get to you, quickly and efficietly taking care of anyone in his way

When he finds you, he's quick to read the room to figure out what you need

Space? You got it, he'll just stand a little to the side so he can still protect you

Revenge? No need to ask him twice, he's on it

A hug? 🥺He might cry, of course you can have a hug

He's a pretty heartfelt guy but he's got a good head on his shoulders so he understands that this was not his fault but his heart still aches for you

Let's you sit by him at the bar as he works; cracking jokes and teachin you a few bartending tricks to get your mind off things. At least until he can be sure that it wont happen again

[ghostgirl-22]

Can you write Tashi losing her virginity with Patrick?

I think I can!

Cw: 18+ NSFW First time

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She just says it so matter of factly that Patrick has to sit up mid makeout session. “Seriously?” He’s down to his boxers, she’s in a t-shirt and panties. He’s thinking this is just the next step, since she’s so… confident about everything. He can barely believe it’s her first time. 

It’s late summer. She’s in Florida for a brand opportunity not far from Mark Reballato. Her mom is out shopping and she's snuck him into her hotel room. 

“What? Are you one of those guys who doesn’t like that or something?” She says it like she doesn’t care but her expression betrays her. Her brows are knitted together and she’s searching his eyes for any hint of rejection.

“No, of course not, I guess I’m just—- I didn’t expect it.”

She rolls her eyes. And Patrick smiles and slides his palm up under her t-shirt. “No its…So I’m like… your first?”

“Dont be a freak,” she says.

“I’m not, I just… wow. Hottest girl in the world.”

“Shut up,” she says but she’s smiling. “It’s not that big of a deal so don’t make it into one.” Her hair is tied up loosely, shorter strands falling down to her shoulders. She’s holding his gaze with her big brown doe eyes as she moves to get on top. Even when they’re just making out she likes to be on top. Patrick sits up and cradles the nape of her neck to bring her closer. She settles into his kiss. 

“You sure you’re ready?” He asks, gently against her lips. He’s been with virgins before and knows better than to push. Hell he remembers his own first time a couple years ago… awkwardly fumbling around.

“Yes Patrick, I said don’t make it into a thing.” She says, nonchalant. “You bought that stuff right?”

“Mmhm.” He rolls over to reach into his backpack.  He would do anything for her at this point. Since the moment she texted that she’d be in town he’d been scrambling to find a way to see her. He borrowed Oliver Morgan’s beat up old car since he lives in the area, had to practically give away his entire weed stash to keep it for an afternoon.  

And then of course the awkward stop to buy condoms. Now that he thinks about it Tashi was so specific about the kind of condoms she wanted he first thought it was her experience now he wonders if she researched it. No, she definitely researched it. 

He opens the box and pulls one out. She cradles his dick with her palm. She’s felt it before. Jerked him off right after he beat Art at the junior us open. She’d been such an expert at it that all he could do was think about her afterwards. He was going crazy. Calling her everyday for a month, phone sex late at night when Art was asleep. He'd never actually been this into someone before. In fact he would never even consider long distance with anyone else. His attention span is too short.

“You know you have to keep it secret,” she says as he’s pulling the condom on. 

“That you’re a virgin?”

“No shut up about that,” she leans over and he sits up to kiss her lips “I mean all of it,” she says licking her lips and sitting back to rub his bare chest. “don’t go bragging to everyone that you fucked me.”

“I would never do that,” he says and she gives him a look that says she knows he’s full of shit.

“I mean… obviously I would never do that now that you asked me not to.” He smirks.

“You’re so annoying,” she bites down on a smile. 

“You like it.” He grins lifting her shirt up. She helps by pulling it off and she’s not wearing a bra. He cups her tits and she moves his hands to his sides and kisses him her tits pressed up against his chest. He’s so hard, he knows she can feel him pressing up into her tummy. 

“Come on virgin,” he sighs, grabbing at her ass, fingers tugging at her lacy black panties. “Lemme fuck you already.” 

“Don’t. make. it. A. Thing.” She punctuates by gripping his dick and jerking it roughly.

He groans as she does it and smiles up at her. “I wanna make it a thing. Cause it’s so fucking hot. My dick stretching your virgin pussy.”

She rolls her eyes but she’s anxious, wiggling, and then sits up on her knees, gazing at him. He tugs her panties down and slips his fingers in. And boy do they go in. She sighs.

“Fuck, you’re eager, aren’t you?,” he breathes, his fingers are wet when he pulls them out. 

She doesn’t even push back, she just slides her panties all the way off and straddles him, taking a breath as she eases herself onto his dick. He’s sinking in so slowly it feels incredible. She’s got her eyes squeezed shut and she’s holding her breath he rubs her tummy. “You can breathe, sweetheart,” he says, barely breathing himself for how heated her pussy feels, deliciously enveloping his length. 

“Shush,” she whispers, like she doesn’t want his help.

He rubs her pelvis as she basically cockwarms him, trying to get used to the feeling. Shes so fucking pretty. “How’s it feel?” He asks, praying he can last.

“Weird.”

“Does it hurt?” 

She shakes her head and wiggles her hips, lifting and lowering again, slowly. He watches her, biting his tongue, gripping her thighs as she gets her rhythm. It’s so desperately hot he knows he needs to control himself or he’s gonna lose it before she even gets into it. “God… that’s it…good girl,” he whispers.

“Shut up,” she breathes. He can tell it’s starting to feel good and soon she’s moaning and he closes his eyes so he won’t come apart. 

It doesn’t really make a difference. Eyes closed and there’s the slick sound of her riding, the slap of their skin as she bounces and he meets her with his hips, he knows he’s not long for the world when she’s moaning his name. And then she’s rubbing herself, coming hard, clenching and squeezing him so tightly that he can barely hang on through the entirety of her release before he’s unloading into the tip of the condom. 

“Oh fuck,” she giggles.

He smiles at the sound. “You like that?”

She shrugs climbing off his lap and settling on the bed next to him, like she expected it to be better. But she’s breathless and squirmy. He puts his arm around her and she rests, her soft hair on his shoulder. “Good enough I guess.”

“Yeah right you’re gonna fucking remember me forever.” He teases. “I mean I’m your first. Even your grandkids will hear the story of the great Patrick Zweig.”

She laughs. “Shut the fuck up, loser.”

“I’m so not a loser,” he grins, and kisses the top of her head.

“You are,” she sighs, rubbing his tummy. “You have to go. My mom’s gonna be back in like 30 minutes and I have to clean up.”

“Naughty girl. Are you gonna spend the rest of the night pretending you didn’t get penetrated in the bed right next to her?” Patrick teases.

“Of course I am. For all she knows you were never here.” She smiles, pulling on a t-shirt that just o happens to be the old Nirvana one he wore over. “Except for this,” she says, gazing down at the shirt. “Can I keep it?”

“I mean… that kinda means I get to keep something of yours.” Reaching for her panties.

“Only if you wear them out, you freak,” she teases. 

“You think I won’t?”

She bites her lip and he laughs. “Are you imagining me in them? Freak.”

“No. Loser.” She shoves him playfully and he laughs some more.

“It’s okay I’ll wear them later. Just to satisfy your freaky little mind.” He smirks as sits up and removes the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trash. She watches him carefully sitting on her knees. “It’s kinda big right?” She says softly.

He smiles.

“Oh god, shut up.” She mutters. “I’m sure there are plenty that are bigger.”

“You’ve just never seen one.”

“Get out.” She says tossing his jeans at him. He gets dressed and bags his things as she pulls on a pair of short shorts. “Gimme another kiss,” he says when he’s standing by the hotel room door. God. He’s not even over it. Fucking her for the first time just makes him want her even more. She leans in for him.

“You better not tell anyone. I’m so serious.” She says softly. 

“I won’t.” He promises. In his mind he’s not planning to say anything. But Art’s not just anyone. It might be fun to tell him how he took her virginity just to see his eyes light up with jealousy. And even better… with desire.

(Oh god anon, I’m so sorry for this delay if you’re even still here 😭😭 My response time is in hell. I’m still in December 🫣)

[w0rmss]

Can you do like Jason Todd x reader whos like Constantine’s kid, like Reader went through a lot of stuff that they got powers (any magic type) and Constantine takes them in. Jason meets them in battle is is kinda mesmerized by their powers and fighting.

Absolutely I did my best so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for the request I really appreciate hope you enjoy

Across the way

tw: fighting guns blood injury kissing and a minor minor talk of living on the street.

Jason knew it was bad when Bruce called for backup. And when he called for magic back up, it was so much worse. Gun blared blood splatter swords clashed. It was a mess. Then, a flash of light came from across the way. He turned and was met by the most magnificent sight. You. You were knocking people out with blast of light and fire, and gods only know what else, and Jason loved it.

Your dad had called you. Well, you say dad, he's more like a random wizard man with a British accent and a smoking problem who plucked you off the street and thought you magic. But at the end of the day, john constantine was your dad, to the best of his ability. When Conservative had called, he'd informed you the batman needed help for and he was busy. The usual father child magic duo things. That's how you found yourself setting fire to goons and looking good doing it.

Jason watched you entrenched like you were a God in need of worship. He didn't even notice the goon or the gun till he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder, and the other guys pants were on fire. You grab Jason's good arm and pull him away from the fight. "Geez, man, you good." You ask as you start to assess the wound. Jason winces as he feels you put pressure on the bullets entryway. "Fine." He grits his teeth as you glare at him. "Sure... I can help... delt with enough if these to know how." Jason winces again but nods.

He watches you work ignoring the raging fight still happening just beyond. You look even more perfect close up. Your eyes your face your skin all perfect. And Jason though he might die again looking at your lips. "You may have a helmet on but I can still feel you gawking at me."  You look up at him finishing up with his shoulder. Jason laughs sheepishly. He reaches up and pulls of his red hood helmet thankfully wearing a domino under it. "Thanks for the help." He mumbles eyes still glued to your lips.

Before you can react, with the fight still raging behind you, Jason leans down amd captures your lips in his. Caught of guard it takes you a moment to reach and jason goes to pull back, but before he can your lips pull him back in and your hands find his hair. You kiss each other like the world isn't ending behind you.

Thank you so much hope you enjoyed. If you’d like me to write anything else feel free to request my dos and donts are up so yep

have a lovely day night afternoon etc. Thank you.

[kxtsukixoxo]

pro!hero dynamight is known for his explosive nature, fans second guessing if they should really approach the hothead. is it really surprising when you aren’t scared of him?

𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ᥫ᭡ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩 ᥫ᭡ 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧

“okay so let me get this straight”

mina exhaled, “you met her KID. HER CHILD BAKUGOU. but you dont think she likes you???”

katsuki chewed on his bottom lip, frustrated. frustrated at mina, frustrated at the conflict in the predicament he’s in, frustrated at himself.  

“listen, i don’t wanna fuck it up”

mina sat back down on her chair and looked at eijiro, signaling for him to take over the conversation, eijiros chewing came to a halt, he put his sandwich down and cleared his throat. “listen bro, i really don’t think she sees you as just a friend, she trusted you with her kid” eijiro reasoned out, making valid points to which katsuki noticed. 

“maybe because im a pro, and she knows she can trust me?” katsuki scoffed. mina sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, “i give up!!” she took a long sip of her coffee, recollecting herself while denki and sero looked at each other dumbfoundedly. 

sero exhaled, “from what you’ve been telling us, i really believe she likes you bakugou, even if it’s just a bit, it’s something you can work with” “i don’t need ta’ work with anything!” katsuki snapped, “she’s strictly just a friend.” he crossed his arms against his chest. 

the signs were there, right infront of him. clearer than the sky that morning. why would he invest in a safety seat for kenji? sure the guy had to cash to blow. clearly, katsuki was trying to convince himself and not the others around him. everybody that surrounded him, knew that he had the fattest crush on you. the first person to pick it up, was izuku. the green haired boy noticed it the moment he saw his hotheaded childhood friend smile at his phone, in all his years that he’s known katsuki, there were a handful of times that he actually smiled, yet with you it came naturally and frequently. though the two of you are just friends right? grinning to himself, izuku knew where this was headed. 

katsuki, drove home that day. conflicted with the thoughts that filled his head. he knew he liked you, so why did he deny it? he knew it the moment he let you in, and he confirmed it the second he smiled around you so freely. 

truth be told, katsuki was scared. he knew he could trust you, but the fact he let someone in so easily, frustrated him. he could easily lose you, with the pressure his work brought onto him, with how fragile you were, compared to him. katsuki could deny it as much has he liked, but he was filled with fear, he was scared he’d lose you over one small careless mistake. 

‘if you’re so scared of losing her, then don’t give her a reason to leave asshole’ the voice at the back of his head nagged him. the boy survived a war, hell he fought in it, at the age of 17. so why did a woman, bring so much of fear in him? 

‘that’s what love does to you bud’ 

“i’m not in love idiot!” katsuki bursted out, in the middle of a street, everyone turned around to look at the hothead argue with himself. “what’re you looking at nerd!” he screamed at the civilians watching him, they scurried to continue what they were doing before katsukis public outburst 

it hadn’t even been five hours since his public outburst and clips were already trending, katsuki huffed and puffed

‘this is all her fault’

he groaned as his phone lit up, his PR manager had rung him for the 50th time already.

“you finally picked up” 

katsuki grumbled “make it quick” 

“im guessing you’ve seen the clip”

“no shit sherlock, it’s everywhere” 

“well as much as you don’t care about your public image, you need to turn their attention towards something else” 

katsuki sighed, there was no point in opposing, “what do i need to do” 

“attend an interview”

fuck. 

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 -

@rinkomei @qyuin @kalulakunundrum @amayaaaxx @lotusstarr @mona345 @aryuunachigiri @emmaafinchh @haruesme @nottherealslimshady @taxavoider @gomu-gomu-gojo @your-mum3000 @slutlight2ndver @citruki @d4rlinx @bangersplusmash 

[armesstein]

i'm not entirely sure how to answer on what makes it appealing to others, but i can say that neuromancer is one of those novels you have to read twice to fully get a grasp on what's even going on. gibson does ZERO hand-holding in his writing which means, unlike most novels, you're going to get hit with technological jargon with little exposition there to explain what it is/how it works, so the first read-through (in my experience) was a bit of a doozy, since it feels you're shooting straight through without much of an explanation to what's happening, but the second readthrough wasn't AS confusing.

strange as that sounds lol

the writing to me isn't that bad; it has its moments though. one of my quibbles with chapter (i think it was 2 or 3??) molly and armitage say case's name back-to-back repetitively and i audibly shouted at the book: "YES WE KNOW HIS NAME IS CASE, YOU DONT HAVE TO KEEP ADDRESSING HIM WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAY"

but overall, after the second readthrough, it's a satisfying enough read, i find. chances are that most people are only reading it the first time, which yeah typically reading it once should be a satisfying enough experience in and of itself, but this book... it's... it's very different from any other book i've read before lol

i am reading Neuromancer and I’m having trouble figuring out what the appeal is. it is an incredibly popular book, and it has had a massive cultural impact, so i am reluctant to write it off as bad, but also, when I googled it, most reviews were negative. it’s bizarre.

person to person here, what does Neuromancer do so well that people can forgive its surface level warts? all i’m seeing here is warts :/

[factual-fantasy]

27 Asks! Thank you! :}} 💞

@peaspods

I might not be understanding, but I'm imagining this as people opening up commissions so people can give them money and they can turn around and donate that money to me..

I fear that this would create the opportunity to scam people.. "I'm taking commissions on behalf of Factual Fantasy! They're very sick so please commission me!" only for them to run away with the money they make..

I've been thinking a lot about setting up some kind of commission/donation thing because I'm starting to kind'a need the money.. but idk, I'm just kind'a run down and need some time to keep thinking about it. Thank you very much though <:)))

@zecromgen5

Thank you very much! :) And I've been hanging in there.. there hasn't been much improvement to my health or my mental state. The fact that in April it will officially been over a year since my health started to decline, and the fact that I'm going to spend my birthday at home collapsed on the couch has made me feel very sad <:( But I'm doing my best to work on it.. I'm hoping this new advice from my doctor helps me feel better <:)

And something good HAS happened actually, I got my tablet/FireAlpaca to work again! :))

XDD SJKFJSH AWW! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

I've only seen a bit of it from Markiplier. So far I'm 50/50. Somethings I like and others I don't care for 😅

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you so much! :D 'm glad you've liked my recent artwork!! :}}}}

Also for Homes eyes, that was just meant to represent its oppressive presence and the fact that its watching them in that moment.. 👁️👁️

And I don't have any plans for any of the neighbors or Wally to figure out the house is alive. My AU is more like "a day in the life of" thing. Having someone discover Home is alive would move the plot forward. Which I don't feel like doing <XDD

Now communication... Home understands the concept, but he has no way of communicating other than creaking the floorboards and slamming doors..

I've heard about the well. That could work for Cliffjumper and Breakdown maybe.. and the twins perhaps.? But wouldn't they have to have Tailgates body in order to revive him? Hmmm.. idk actually,,

I've watched the bayverse movies, most of Prime and a few other things here and there. I didn't mind the bayverse movies that much, but I can see why a lot of people don't like them <XD

I just imaging trying to consume more than one Transformers media would be a lot to take on.. and I also don't like the animation styles of most other transformers shows 😅

(That's actually how I decided to watch Prime. I took a look at all the shows and went "this one looks ugly, this one looks ugly,, this one looks REALLY ugly.. Oh, this one doesn't look half bad. TFP it is then!")

@acreaturecalledkyfa

I've watched Markipliers first video on it. So far I'm not sure how I feel about those two 😅

The way I immediately opened YouTube and went looking for it XDD

@fandomcenteral (Link in ask)

Thank you so much! :DD This will come in handy!

@mason-gaylord

Aw! Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

Jangles would be a helicopter probably, Gerald would be a tank, Cici would be a Miata and Bibi would be a slightly raised up Miata XDD

Aw, I'm honored that you miss them <:}} Though I don't know if I'll draw them anytime soon.. I'm really not into inserted OCs anymore <:(

I'm waiting on Markiplier to release more videos on it <XD

@fadlingartisanfreakwinner

I like to imagine that Pokémon can learn dozens of moves. But 4 is the limit for official Pokémon battles. So any wild Pokémon in my comics can use/learn as many as they want :0

And yeah, they had that chat eventually. I just never got around to drawing it 😅

@wolfie-777

Nah nah its just iced tea XDDD

@whereismycupofcoffee

:DDD Thank you so much!! :}}}}

AAAA THANKYOU SO MCUHH!! :DDDD

@nuggybee

Yeahh,, Sky has its ups and downs. I'm currently in one of its downs. It seems like I'm let down by everything they're releasing 😓

@smithanonsworld

I feel like I've never seen a rabbit that color... its so cute 😭💞💞💞

@heaventhehedgi3

That sounds like me! Though I don't draw Octonauts anymore 😅

I'll keep it in mind! :0

🥹🥹🥹Aw... that's so sweet! Thank you so much!! 😭💞💞

@captain-skyler1987

You made an account just to follow me? :DD Aw that's so sweet! :) Thank you!

Also I'm sorry to hear you got the flu :(( I hope you're better by now!

I also have not played Dandy's world 😅

@stargirldrawsx3

The first thing that came to mind was very anxious all the time 😅

@network-warrior-01

Ah, that was an April fools post. <XD There is no drawing

[writterforall]

amber alonso and rafe cameron

new form with this and that

Warnings: you know the drill

a blazing hot sunny day the sun blazed above the outer banks, casting a stark light over the quiet marina. in the distance you can hear seagulls squawking as a gentle breeze ruffled through the sails of the docked boats.

enter sheriff rafe cameron a man whose stoic presence was as much a part of the landscape as the lighthouse that stood tall on the easternmost point. his jaw, piercing blue eyes intimidating height and the badge pinned proudly to his delicious chest spoke of his unwavering dedication to upholding the law. yet today in the current moment, his usual confidence was shackled by the weight of his own restraints.

amber alonso, the nortorious serial criminal who smartly eluded the law for months. her eyes telling a story of a mix of excitement and malice as she led the handcuffed sheriff into her apartment hiden far away from prying eyes of the mainland. the room being a cluttered mess, a very clear testament of a life on the run. on the walls there was newspaper clippings detailing her daring heists, each one more brazen than the other. salt and sweat were the scent hanging in the air a potent cocktail of fear and adrenaline and fear that seemed to cling to her. despite his predicament, rafe couldnt help but admire the cunty cunningness and audacity it took so long to outwit his department.

rafe felt the tension rising as amber turned to face him, looking at him with a hungry and predatory gaze. she had him captured, not for his money and status but simply for the thrill of it all. her smile a twisted one full of promise and dark content. "you've been a damn thorn in my side for way more than my liking sheriff" she purred her voice smooth as the whiskey she poured him earlier before the handcuffs had click shut around his wrists. "but now you see the tables have turned"

looking into her eyes trying to find a hint a glimps of humanity, something anything to latch onto in the hopes of talking her down. but all he saw was a gleam of victory, the same look that had been most likely in hers and crew as she and her all woman crew bank robbers held up banks in nothing but mini dresses heels and their guns and masks. "what do you want from me amber?" rafe asked, with a steady voice despite the fear that coiled in his gut. "now, dont be silly, i think you know" she said as her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

as she stepped closer he couldnt help but notice the way her hips swayed with the confidence of a woman knowing she held all the power. her hand traced a line down his chest sending a shiver down him. trying to jerk away but the cuffs held him fast, the metal a cold reminder of his new reality. leaning in her breath on his neck "be a good boy would you? you're mine now sheriff" she murmured. "i've got some plans for you" her hand slid lower, he felt his body respond agaisnt his will. ofcourse she noticed, her smile grew more wicked "i would be a liar to deny that i haven't thought about this" she confessed as her fingers brushed agaisnt his crotch. "finally having the man who's been chasing me at my mercy"

the room felt heavy as it spun around rafe, the walls closing in as the weight of his handcuffs grew heavier. instead of fighting back, a strange curiosity took hold of him he had seen the wildness in her eyes that had driven her to this point. now he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. was it fear or excitement? he wasn't sure anymore. "you're playing with fire a dangerous game" he murmured with a low gruff. " but i'm not just going to let you.." her laughter cut him off, a record sounding musical and menacing. "let me?" she echoed, her fingers continuing their exploration "take a look around you, you dont have much of a choice sheriff" reaching down she began to tug at his belt, the leather giving way with a sharp snap the sound echoing through the room, a clear symbol of him loosing control. rafe felt his pulse quicken, mind racing as he tried to form a coherant thought amidst the haze of hornyness.

"lift your hips" amber ordered her voice firm and commanding. without hesitation he obeyed his body moving almost involuntarily as she slid down his pants exposing him to the cool air. the metal of the cuffs dug into his skin a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. her eyes never left his face, watching the play of emotions as she took control. his calvin n kleins followed the path of his pants, she knew it would be delicious but it went beyond her expectations its the biggest she's ever seen long and thick. amber's gaze raked over him, a silent challenge. rafe felt the cuffs tighten around his wrists once more, fighting the urge to sieze power back but there was something about the way she looked at him. something that definitely made his body respond despite his mind screaming for restraint.

in a deliberate taunting movement she began stripping herself naked. each item of clothing peeled away revealing inch by inch skin that has been hiden beneath layers of black fabric. her boobs bounced free hard nipples begging for attention. rafe swallowed hard, his blue hypnotic eyes locked onto amber's body as she moved with grace of a predator in heat. her eyes never leaving his as she approached the bed her bare feet silent on the wooden floorboards. sitting down straddling him, her wetness glistening. the handcuffs ratteled as amber reached behind her to grip the headboard, pulling herself closer. "clearly you no idea how long i've been waiting for this" she whispered, voice thick with desire "feeling you, unable to escape"

rafe feeling the heat of her wetness of her agaisnt his hardness, his body responded betraying his reluctance. trying to push her away, but his cuffed hands had no purchase. leaning in, amber's boobs brushed agaisnt his chest, her breath hot in his ear "dont fight it you know you want this too, you've wanted this since the day we first met" she whispered. refe felt her hand guide him, aligning him with her slick entrance. her eyes searched his, looking for a spark of consent a flicker of desire. for a moment he almost gave it to her. then the weight of his duty crashed down on him like a tidal wave. "fucking bitch no this is not what i want" he groweld.

amber's smile only grew "we'll shall see about that" she said, and with a swift motion she lowered herself onto him. he couldn't hold back the groan escaping his lips as her pussy engulfed him. her heat and dripping wetness enveloping him like a glove. her movemt were slow at first, taunting as if she were savouring the power she held over him. the cuffs bit into his skin as he tried to push her away or to pull her closer, he wasn't even sure which. she began to bounce her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that could only be learned from long nights of watching porn and practising on her special dildo.

rafe was mesmerized, his eyes glued to tje rise and fall of her boobs the way they jiggled and swayed, her moans grew louder. with each bounce her muscles clenched around him squeezing him like a vise like grip. her eyes, once full of malice now glazed over with lust. her teeth sank into her bottom lip a silent plea for more. "you want me to want this?" he growled "then let me touch you".

amber's smile grew sly, a very much knowing glint in her eye as she reached behind rafe to uncuff him. his arms fell to his sides with a clatter, the metal that had bitten into his skin had left red marks. taking a deep breath, the feeling of freedom sending a jolt through his veins. instead of reaching for her, he took her by the hips flipped her onto her back pinning her to the bed. amber's laughter turned into a surprise gasp as he took control, he hovered over her eyes dark with a hunger she haven't seen before. "my turn" he says with a wink, his voice a dangerous purr that sent a thrill through her body. with a swift movement, rafe reached back yanking his shirt over his head. the handcuffs left red welts on his skin.

leaning over her his signiture smirk taunting her, and she could see the glint of a challange in his eyes. grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand and the other he reached for the cuffs. the cool metal sent her a shiver down her spine but putting up no fight. without warning he slammed his dick into her, making her scream like a veteran porn star. the force of his thrust sent waves crashing through her, making her body arch of the bed. eyes rolling back for and for a moment amber lost all sense of time and place. the pain was exquisite, the feeling of being filled by him after months of playing cat and mouse was almost too much too handle. rafe's grin widened as he watched her reaction, "you like that, dont you, you little dirty thief?" he whispered, with a gruff voice full of lust "been pathetic begging for my dick" snapping her eyes open, amber glared up at him, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "motherfucker fuck you" she spat her words laced with venom. "you think you can just take me like this huh?"

chuckling rafe with a dark sound that sent a shiver through her "take you?" he says as he sped up his thrusts harder and harder making the headboard bang agaisnt the wall. "playing fucking games with me leaving your little clues and taunts." his hand roamed her body, squeezing her boobs, his thumb brushing over her nipples that already were hard peaks. he leaned in close his breath hot in her ear "filthy whore you are, letting a man like me fuck you like this"

amber were in heaven her pussy clenched around him, her hips bucking up to meet his punishing thrusts. "clearly that gets you off" he continued with a gravelly rumble "being nailed by the law" he ground his hips into hers, his dick hitting that spot right repeatedly making her moan his name like a prayer. "you're nothing but a silly common criminal" he murmured, his teeth grazing her ear "but you're a inviting little doll arent you? so desperate for it that you'd let the enemy fuck your brains out" he could feel her wetness, her juices coating his dick as he drove into her. his own realease growing.

amber's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and lust "you know shit about me" she bit back with a strained voice. "oh, clearly i know enough" rafe said as his strokes growing more deliberate "i know you like it rough, that you get off on the chase, the danger. you enjoy being used as a flashlight". he said while moving his hand to her throat not squeezing but gripping firmly, a silent reminder of who's in charge. amber's eyes narrowed, but did not protest instead she met his gaze. a challange in her own. "is that what you think this is?" she panted "just some cheap sleazy thrill for me?"

rafe smirked while rutting into her possesively "what else could it be?" his slapping against hers, the sound echoing in the small room. "you're just a cheap whore doll in a cheap apartment". with a sudden burst of strenght, amber bucked her hips throwing rafe off balance. he stumbled as she took the opportunity to break free, rolling him over so she was the one on top. the handcuffs fell to the floor, forgotten in the frenzy. eyes gleaming with something other than just lust now, a hint of something inhuman, something darker. staring up at her in shock, rafe's breathing ragged "what the fuck....." he said but amber silenced him with a kiss, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. her hand moved to his neck, not to choke him but to feel his pulse of his life beneath her fingertips. he could feel her incisors, a cold realization dawned on him. pulling back amber, a wicked smile were playing on her lips "whats wrong sheriff, looks like you seen a ghost" she purred, her eye colour turned into a eerie red. the room grew colder "you see, i'm more than meets the eye". wide eyed rafe shocked with fear as he took in her new form, fangs bared eyes aflame. the hand that had been caressing his neck, now held hint of something much more sinister. "you're a.... a.... vampire?" he stuttered. mind racing to process the impossible revelation.

amber's smile grew feral, she hissed flexing her fangs "now that the chase is over its long over due for the real fun to begin" she says before she slammed down her hand onto his chest. pinning him to the bed with inhuman strength, his heart pounded agaisnt her palm a tempo matching the pulsing desire between his legs. rafe's eyes searched hers, looking for a hint of the woman his been chasing for so long but all he found was he was living a real life episode of the vampire diaries a stunning vampire hungry for more than just his body. feeling the frantic thump of his heart as her hand remained on his chest a rhythm that feuled her desire. "amber what are you going to do to me?" he finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of terror and fascination. "hmmmm lets see, i'm going to show you what's its like to be hunted" she murmured, her eyes flashing red. moving her hand from his chest to his neck, her grip tightening as she felt the blood pulsing through his veins. "but first" she leaned in closer her breath ice cold agaisnt his skin "i think we should finish what we started"

amber grazing his neck with her fangs, rafe could feel the sharpness of them. a clear stark reminder of the predator above him "no!" he choked out, trying to push her away, but she was too strong too powerful. her hand squeezing his throat, not enough to cut off his air but enough to remind him who is truely actually in control. amber's eyes narrowed, the red in them deepening "where's the act so always so tough guy now huh sheriff" she whispered with a seductive hiss "i wont take your life.... not yet" her grip on him tightened, as she lowered her head. her fangs sinking into his neck, the pain was like a bolt of lightning searing and intense. rafe cried out, his body arching off the bed. tho almost immediately, the pain was replaced by a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. its as if she was feeding him with the essance of life itself, his eyes rolled back in his head. he could not help the moan escaping his lips.

amber lifting her head from his neck, a crimson smile spreading across her face as she licked the drops of blood from her fangs. still straddling him, her movements fluid "now lets see if you can handle the real me" she purred voice thick with hunger.

To Be Continued°°°°○○○○●●●●♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆

[thebestjjenthusiast]

carolina’s children

01 | 02 | 03

“mike.” i said furiously as the blonde entered the garage the rest of us were patiently waiting in for the past one hour

“hey princess” he winked as he put his jacket on a chair near the entry as i rolled my eyes

“that was the last straw” i stated crossing my arms, everyone’s attention shifting to him

“what does that mean now?” he scoffed as he walked closer to us searching for his mic

“dude we have a concert tomorrow” chris stated, sat on his drum chair twirling the sticks between his fingers

“concert” mike repeated mockingly “it’s not a concert”

“see it as you like, i dont care. but i had told you, if you leave us hanging here waiting for you one more time, even for just one minute im kicking you out” anger now being even more audible in my voice

“youre not doing shit y/n. we have a concert tomorrow” he smirked as he pulled the mic close to his mouth “not doing shit” he sang as his voice echoed in the room earning a shove from pope

“why dont we just-“ pope was about to begin, but was quickly cut

“mike youre out.” i stated, no more anger in my voice, saying it as if it was easy

“what?” was all he could form out

“you heard me” i shrugged my shoulders

his mouth dropped, his voice disappeared and his gaze kept looking around for more reactions

“she warned you to be fair man” chris added

and just like that, mike left, leaving us without a singer for tomorrow’s performance.

it was a hard move to make, but i really like to stick to my words.

and besides, how hard could it be to get someone to join our band? we were getting quite popular around the island. all we needed was a quick audition for any possible volunteers.

“john b, please just hear me out man” Pope was protesting, trying to get our friend to sing for our tomorrow’s show

“pope” john b started, his hands forming a prayer “and y/n, as much as i love you, im not singing infront of all those people” he finished

both of us knew he wouldn’t agree but it was worth a shot, right?

“alright, its okay, we’ll try to find someone else” i said looking at pope who gave up on this

then suddenly i remembered, we hadnt asked Rafe, who obviously would disagree (but no risk no story), and JJ, in whom i did have a little faith.

“let’s not panic people” chris said, fully relaxed causing me to crack a smile

“yea chris thats the vibe my man” i high fived him, clearly sarcastically but he didnt seem to realise that.

i felt doomed, and i was sure pope felt that too. about chris, i dont think he is here with us mentally but he will soon realise the seriousness of the situation (i hope). i knew it was stupid to kick mike out now, literally last minute, but boy has he been a pain in my ass these last months. my only hopes are hanging on Rafe and JJ this moment, one of them has to agree.

taglist: @rafeysworldim19, @amterasuu, @bee-43, @eviepostssometimes, @imsiriuslyreal

an: okayy i know it seems too soon to kick out mike but trust me here okay😓

[h0efor2ho]

Tutoring Temptation

Wonwoo X Reader

WC - 6.1k ( I got carried away )

TW - Nerd!Wonwoo, there is plot here with the porn, fingering, oral (f), unprotected sex (wrap it kids) cream pie, Wonwoo is the sweetest ever.

You'v always been a pretty good student. Able to keep up a 3.6 gpa while still having a decent social life. That was till you entered advanced calculus in your second year of college. You just couldn't grasp it no matter how hard you tried to study. Your grades dropping down to a 3.2 gpa. Your parents threatening to pull you out of school if you don't get your shit together. "Stop partying and start studying" your mother said. So you did. Spending night after night reading your text book, looking over your notes. Turning down invitations to house parties. Even going as far as to record your class and watch it back later. That's when you noticed that the guy who sits in the front of the room seems to always raise his hand and always gets the answer right. The idea formed in your head right away. You'd ask him to tutor you. You desperately needed the help and you figured he knew what he was doing.

The next day you make your way to class early, waiting and looking as students file into the lecture hall. It doesn't take long before you see his head of dark hair enter the room and make a b-line for the front seat. You quickly make your was down the steps past people talking till your feet hit the bottom floor and turn to carry you right up to his chair. He's bent over, back angled toward you as he pulls things out of his bag. His shirt neatly tucked into his brown pants, with a blazer over it. He doesn't notice you at all. "Uhm hey..."

Shit, you dont even know his name. You try and think back to the videos from class, of your professor calling him by name when you raised his hand. You're drawing a blank. He spins in his chair, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looks up at you. "Uhmm" you say again as you take in his features. He's not that bad looking for a nerd persay you think. "Wonwoo" he says snapping you out of your own thoughts. "huh" you ask.

"Wonwoo. My name. It's Wonwoo" he gives you a small smile. "Oh yea." you give him a small nervous laugh. "Sorry, I'm bad with names. I'm also really bad at calculus. Which is why I'm here bothering you. I was hoping maybe you could tutor me?" you finish rambling and give him what you hope is not a cringy smile. Wonwoo tilts his head slightly, considering your request. His dark eyes study you for a moment before he replies, "I see. And here I thought you might be asking me on a date," he quips, his voice low and unexpectedly smooth. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, caught off guard by his playful response. "Oh, uh, no... I mean, not that you're not... I just..." you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for suddenly losing your ability to form coherent sentences.

He chuckles softly, seemingly enjoying your flustered state. "Relax, I'm just teasing. I suppose I could help you out. When were you thinking?" Relief washes over you. "Really? That would be amazing. I'm free pretty much any evening. Whatever works best for you." He nods, pulling out a small planner from his bag. "How about tomorrow night at 7? We can meet at the library." "Perfect," you say, trying not to sound too eager. "Thank you so much, Wonwoo. I really appreciate it." He gives you another small smile. "No problem. Just make sure you bring your textbook and notes." You nod enthusiastically, about to respond when the professor walks in and calls the class to order. You quickly make your way back to your seat, heart beating a little faster than usual.

As you sit down, you can't help but glance down at Wonwoo. He's already focused on the professor, his pen poised over his notebook. You find yourself wondering what he's like outside of class. Is he always so composed? Does he ever let loose? The lecture begins, but your mind keeps drifting back to your upcoming tutoring session. You try to concentrate, scribbling down notes and formulas, but your thoughts are a jumble of calculus and curiosity about your new tutor. The rest of the day passes in a blur. You barely remember your other classes, your mind preoccupied with preparing for tomorrow night. That evening, you gather your calculus materials, making sure everything is organized and ready. You even jot down a list of specific questions and problem areas you want to address. That night, you toss and turn, your mind racing with thoughts of complex equations and Wonwoo's unexpected charm. When you finally drift off, your dreams are a bizarre mix of calculus symbols and dark, knowing eyes behind glasses.

The next day drags on endlessly. You constantly check the time, willing the hours to pass faster. When 6:30 finally rolls around, you grab your backpack and head to the library arriving early, claiming a quiet table in the back corner. As you spread out your materials, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. The sound of approaching footsteps makes you look up, and there's Wonwoo, looking as put-together as always in a navy sweater and dark jeans. "Right on time," you say, trying to sound casual. He smiles, sliding into the chair next to you. "I'm nothing if not punctual. So, where should we start?" For the next hour, Wonwoo patiently guides you through problem after problem. His explanations are clear and concise, and you find yourself grasping concepts that had previously made you struggle. As you work through a particularly tricky equation, you can't help but notice how close he's leaning in, his shoulder nearly touching yours as he points out a crucial step. You catch a whiff of his cologne – a subtle, woodsy scent that's surprisingly appealing.

"See? It's all about breaking it down into smaller parts," he explains, his voice low and close to your ear. You nod, trying to focus on the numbers and not on the warmth radiating from his body. As the session progresses, you find yourself relaxing, even joking with Wonwoo about some of the more absurd word problems in your textbook. His dry sense of humor surprises and delights you, and you catch yourself laughing more than you have in weeks "You know," he says, leaning back in his chair, "you're not half bad at this when you actually focus." You feel a flutter of pride at his words. "Thanks," you say, smiling. "I guess I just needed the right teacher." Wonwoo's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you think you can see a spark of something behind his gaze. He clears his throat and glances at his watch. "We've been at this for almost two hours. Do you want to take a break?"

You nod, suddenly aware of how stiff your muscles feel from sitting hunched over your textbook. "Yeah, that sounds good.” Wonwoo smiles “Maybe we could grab a coffee? I know just the place," He says, standing up and stretching. You try not to stare as his sweater rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin above his waistband. You follow him out of the library and across campus to a small, cozy coffee shop tucked away in a corner you've never noticed before. As you step inside, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans envelops you. The shop is dimly lit, with mismatched vintage furniture and local artwork adorning the walls. It's intimate and charming, nothing like the bustling campus coffee chains you usually frequent.

"This place is amazing," you say, taking it all in. "How have I never been here before?" Wonwoo smiles, a hint of pride in his eyes. "It's a bit of a hidden gem. I like to come here when I need to escape the chaos of campus life." You follow him to the counter, where a barista with long blonde hair greets Wonwoo by name. "The usual?" she asks, already reaching for a mug. "Please," he nods, then turns to you. "What would you like? Their lavender latte is excellent if you're feeling adventurous." "I'll try that then," you say, intrigued by his recommendation. As you reach for your wallet, Wonwoo waves you off. "My treat," he says. "Consider it payment for being such a good student today."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his gesture. "Thank you," you say, touched by his kindness. You follow Wonwoo to a cozy corner booth, sinking into the plush velvet seats. The soft glow of Edison bulbs hanging overhead casts a warm light across his features, softening the sharp angles of his face. You notice  things about him you hadn't before. Like a small scar just above his left eyebrow, and the fact that is hair is not black but a very dark shade of brown. "So," you say, breaking the comfortable silence, "What made you decide to major in math? I mean, you're clearly good at it, but there must be a story there." Wonwoo looks at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's always just made sense to me, you know? There's a beauty in the logic of it all. Plus," he adds with a wry smile, "it impresses people at parties."

You laugh, surprised by his humor. "I can imagine. Though I have to admit, I've never been to a party where calculus was the main topic of conversation." Wonwoo's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Then you're clearly going to the wrong parties. What about you? What's your major?" "Psychology," you reply. "Interesting," Wonwoo muses. "So you're studying the complexities of the human mind while I'm dealing with the complexities of mathematics." You're struck by his observation, realizing there's more depth to Wonwoo than you initially thought.

As you talk, you find yourself opening up about your struggles with calculus, your fears of disappointing your parents. Wonwoo listens intently, his dark eyes focused on you. When you finish, he leans forward slightly. "I understand that pressure," he says softly. "It's not easy living up to others' expectations." There's a vulnerability in his voice that surprises you. For a moment, you see past the composed exterior to someone who might be struggling with his own doubts and insecurities. "How do you do it?" you ask. "How do you make it all look so effortless?" Wonwoo's lips quirk into a half-smile. "Trust me, it's not effortless. I just... I've learned to channel my anxiety into my work. But sometimes, I wonder if I'm missing out on other aspects of college life."

You're about to respond when the barista approaches with your drinks. She sets down two steaming mugs, the rich, floral scent of lavender rising from your cup. You give Wonwoo a quick glance, and he nods in thanks, offering a soft smile. "Here you go," the barista says before retreating behind the counter. You wrap your hands around the warm mug, feeling the heat seep into your palms, a comforting contrast to the coolness of the evening. "Thanks for the coffee," you say again, the warmth in your chest spreading. "This place really is great. Perfect for getting away from everything." Wonwoo nods, taking a slow sip from his own drink. He seems more relaxed here, away from the chaos of the main campus. "Yeah, it's one of my favorite spots. Feels like a little slice of calm." His eyes flicker to you briefly, an unreadable look in them before he shifts slightly in his seat, settling back.

For a few moments, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the ambient hum of the café filling the gaps between your conversation. You take a sip of your lavender latte, savoring the sweet, floral taste, feeling oddly at peace. "So," Wonwoo finally breaks the silence, his voice a little softer now. "You mentioned earlier that you're majoring in psychology. What made you choose that?" You think for a moment, your fingers tracing the rim of your cup. "I guess I’ve always been curious about what makes people tick," you say. "Why we do the things we do, how we make decisions, how we deal with emotions... There's just so much to learn, you know? It feels like there's always something new to discover." Wonwoo listens, his gaze thoughtful, and you can tell he's really taking in your words. "It’s interesting," he murmurs, "how you’re trying to understand people while I’m trying to make sense of... numbers. There’s something kind of poetic about it."

You smile, surprised at how well he understands. "I guess we're not so different after all, huh?" He chuckles lightly, leaning back into his chair. "Seems like it." His eyes meet yours for a brief second, a spark of something flickering in them. "You know, I didn’t take you for a psych major, no offense. It's just the only thing I knew about you before tonight was that you partied a lot. You chuckle, a little embarrassed. “Yea, I guess I gave off that vibe before I got serious about school,” you admit, feeling a bit sheepish. “I always had a good time, but I’ve definitely been focusing more lately. Trying to get things back on track. Your parents threatening to pull you from school does that to you" Wonwoo nods in understanding, his expression thoughtful. "It's good that you're figuring things out. College can be a balancing act. But you seem like the kind of person who doesn’t give up easily. I think you’ll get there."

His words, simple but encouraging, make you feel a little lighter, like the weight of everything isn't so heavy anymore. "I hope so," you say, taking another sip of your latte. "Honestly, it’s nice to talk to someone who gets it. I feel like I’ve been caught up in my own head lately, especially with everything going on at home." Wonwoo's eyes soften at your words. "You don’t have to carry it all on your own, you know. It’s okay to lean on people." He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought, "And sometimes it’s okay to take a break too." You look at him, really look at him for the first time since you’ve sat down, and for the first time, you notice that there’s more to him than just the quiet, reserved guy who aces every class. There’s a quiet strength in him, a kind of stability that draws you in.

"Thanks, Wonwoo. I really appreciate everything," you say, your voice sincere. He smiles again, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, and for a second, you can’t help but feel a little spark of something more between the two of you. Something you can’t quite place but that feels strangely warm and comfortable. "Anytime," he replies, his voice low and steady. "And hey, don’t worry. You’ll figure out calculus. But if you ever need someone to talk to... about anything else, I’m here." You smile, feeling a little flutter of gratitude. "I think I just might take you up on that."

The two of you sit there for a while longer, enjoying your drinks and the quiet atmosphere of the café, talking about everything from school to silly memories to your favorite music. You realize how easy it is to talk to him, how comfortable you feel in his presence. And even though you’re still not sure what exactly is happening between you two, you can’t deny that something is starting to change.  As the night grows later, the cafe begins to empty out, and you both realize it's getting late. You stand up, gathering your things, and Wonwoo does the same. "Thanks for the coffee," you say again, a little reluctantly. "And for everything tonight. I feel like I actually get calculus now." You grin.

Wonwoo smirks, clearly pleased. "I’m glad I could help. Just don’t expect me to tutor you every night. I have my own assignments too." He says it with a teasing tone, but you can tell he’s enjoying this new dynamic between you. “I’ll take that as a challenge,” you reply, grinning back. "I hope you do." He replies as he opens the door for you. As you both step out into the cool night air, you feel a sense of warmth linger between you, something subtle but unmistakable. The evening was a nice break from the grind of school, but there’s also this growing sense that maybe, just maybe, you’ve stumbled upon something more than just a tutoring session.

As you walk together back to campus, the conversation flows easily, the chemistry between you two undeniable. Wonwoo’s witty remarks and insightful comments seem to draw you in further, and you can’t help but find yourself eagerly looking forward to the next time you’ll see him, even though you try to play it cool. “So, same time tomorrow?” you ask, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the excitement bubbling underneath. Wonwoo turns to you, a half-smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I think we can make that happen. But how about we meet at my dorm, I expect you to bring your A-game,” he teases, nudging you playfully with his shoulder “Deal,” you breath out.

The next day feels like it stretches on forever as you go through the motions of your classes, but your mind keeps drifting back to Wonwoo. The way he helped you the night before, the casual banter, and that lingering smile — it all replayed in your head in a loop. Something about him made everything seem easier, not just calculus, but the world in general. When evening finally rolls around, you find yourself feeling oddly nervous, though you try to brush it off as you gather your notes and make your way to his dorm. Your heart beats a little faster as you walk, the excitement of yesterday's conversation still fresh in your mind. 

As you approach the dorm, you see Wonwoo waiting outside, leaning casually against the brick wall, his arms crossed talking to Mingyu, the quarterback on the football team. He’s wearing a simple white tee shirt and gray sweatpants, his usual composed demeanor softer, somehow more approachable in this setting. When he sees you, he straightens up and gives you a smile that makes your stomach flutter, before dismissing himself from their conversation. You watch as Mingyu walks away as Wonwoo walks to you.

“Ready for round two?” he asks, a playful glint in his eye. You laugh, feeling the tension melt away. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.” You glance at his outfit. "Glad we chose casual attire today" you poke at him. He chuckles rubbing the back of his neck. "Yea I just got out of the shower, I was at the gym with Mingyu." You make your was up the flight of stairs. "I didn't realize you two were friends." You say as you follow him. "Yea we grew up together. He's the closest thing I have to a brother." As you step inside his dorm, it’s clear this isn’t your typical college living situation. The space is surprisingly neat and organized, with a few bookshelves lining the walls and a desk cluttered with notebooks and textbooks, but in a controlled way, as if it was a deliberate mess. There’s a sense of order to it, just like him. You hang up your sweater on the coat hook, take off your shoes, and take a seat on his bed. Wonwoo follows you into the room, his footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor. He grabs his textbook from his desk and then turns to face you. There’s a small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he observes you settling in on his bed. 

“You sure look like you’re comfortable there?” he asks, his tone teasing but still warm. He walks over and climbs up on the bed with you, close to you. "Comfortable?" he teases, raising an eyebrow. You smirk, leaning back slightly on your hands. "Very. I figured if I’m going to suffer through calculus, I might as well do it in comfort." Wonwoo chuckles, shaking his head before sitting down beside you, placing the textbook between you both. "Alright, let’s get started then. No distractions this time." You nod, but it’s hard to ignore the fact that you’re sitting this close to him, the warmth of his body radiating next to you. You force yourself to focus as he starts explaining derivatives, his voice calm and patient.

The study session goes smoothly at first, but as the minutes tick by, you find yourself more aware of the way Wonwoo’s fingers move as he writes out equations, the slight crease in his brow when he’s thinking, the way his lips curve ever so slightly when he glances at you to check if you’re following along. At one point, you get stuck on a problem, groaning in frustration. "I swear, calculus was invented just to torture people." Wonwoo laughs, leaning in slightly as he looks over your work. "You're overcomplicating it. Look—" His hand brushes against yours as he reaches for your pencil, his touch brief but enough to send a tiny spark through you. You glance at him, and for a second, neither of you says anything. The air between you shifts, something unspoken lingering in the silence. He leans in slightly, eyes tracking your face. "It's all about perspective," he murmurs, his voice low and unexpectedly close. He's still holding your pencil, his fingers brushing against yours, and the simple act feels charged with an energy you can't quite explain. You can smell his cologne again, that same subtle, woodsy scent from the coffee shop, and it’s intoxicatingly distracting.

He doesn't pull away, and neither do you. The textbook lies forgotten between you, the complex equations blurring into meaningless symbols. His gaze flickers down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and you can see a flicker of something in the depths of his dark pupils – something that mirrors the nervous excitement fluttering in your chest. "You know," he says, his voice barely a whisper, "I never would have guessed you were so… focused." The word hangs in the air, loaded with a double meaning. You know he's not just talking about calculus anymore. "Focused?" you echo, your voice equally soft. He nods, his eyes still locked on yours. "Yeah. You seem… different than I expected." "Different how?" you ask, your heart pounding against your ribs. He hesitates for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. "More… intense. More… interesting."

A blush creeps up your neck, but you don't look away. You're mesmerized by him, by the way the light catches his glasses, by the slight furrow in his brow that suggests he's just as nervous as you are. "I could say the same about you," you reply, finally finding your voice. "I thought you were just… a genius. Turns out you're also… interesting." He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Is that so?" You nod, unable to articulate the thoughts swirling through your head. You're acutely aware of the proximity of your bodies, the way your thighs are almost touching, the warmth radiating from him. The air crackles with unspoken tension, and you have the distinct feeling that something is about to change between you two.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe… maybe we should take a break from calculus," he whispers, his eyes searching yours. You swallow hard, your pulse quickening. "A break?" He nods, his gaze dropping to your lips again. "Yea. A break." He doesn't need to say anything else. You know exactly what he means. The calculus book slips off the bed and falls to the floor with a soft thud, unnoticed by either of you. His hand reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. His touch is feather-light as it lingers in your hair, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"Is this okay?" he murmurs, his voice husky. You nod, your own voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "More than okay," you manage to say. That's all the confirmation he needs. His lips are soft when they meet yours, a tentative touch at first, as if he's testing the waters. But the kiss quickly deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. His hand moves from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you instinctively reach up, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss grows more urgent, more heated, and before you know it, you’re lying back against his mattress, Wonwoo hovering over you. His glasses are slightly askew, his breathing uneven, and the sight of him like this—disheveled and undone because of you— sends a thrill through you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, voice low, gaze searching yours. You nod, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. “Yes. I want this. I... I want you” He kisses you again, a searing kiss that leaves no room for doubt. His hand finds its way under your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You arch into him, your own hands exploring the contours of his back, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against yours. His lips trail down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin, and you can't help the small moan that escapes your lips as he nuzzles your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin, and you gasp, clutching him tighter.

Your hands slide up under his shirt, your hands flat against the muscles of his back. It's not long before his mouth reaches the collar of your shirt. He pulls back, sitting on his knees as he looks down at you. "Can I take this off?" he asks breathlessly pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You eagerly shake your head yes "Please" you say. His hands make quick work of pulling your shirt off over your head, his hand coming down and sliding under your back. His hand gripping the clasp of your bra. "This too?" he ask's as his lips ghost over yours. You kiss him in response. His hand move quickly, undoing your bra before he pulls back from the kiss. 

He gently removes your bra, his eyes darkening with desire as they rake over your exposed skin. The cool air brushes against you, making you shiver with anticipation. He leans in, his lips finding your skin again. His hands roam over yourbody, his touch setting you on fire. You gasp as his teeth graze your neck, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense as he takes in your flushed skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips as he presses himself against you, the evidence of his desire hard against your stomach. You moan softly, arching into him, wanting more.

Your hands gripping the hem of his shirt and tug. "Off" you say breathlessly. "As you wish" he says, pulling his shirt over his head and revealing his sculpted chest and abs. The evadence of those work outs with Mingyu. Your hands immediately explore the hard planes of his muscles, earning a low groan from him. He captures your lips again. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a hot, wet path to your collarbone. You arch your back, craving more contact. His hand slides down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You gasp at the intimate touch, your hips rising to meet him. His fingers find your core, already slick with desire. He groans your name, the sound sending a thrill through you.

He coats his fingers in your wetness before finding your clit. With deliberate strokes, his eyes locked on yours, watching your reactions. You writhe beneath him, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Please," you beg, your voice barely a whisper. He smirks, his touch becoming more insistent, pushing you closer to the edge. You grip the sheets, your body tensing as the pleasure builds. He leans down, his lips finding yours again, swallowing your moans as you shatter around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. He pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you come undone. He grips the top of your leggings, pulling down both them and your underwear in one swift motion till they are a heap on the floor.

 His hand moves lower, slipping two fingers inside you. You cry out at the sudden feeling, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that soft spot deep inside you. Your back arches off the bed, your hands gripping his sheets as he drives you wild. "More," you plead, your voice ragged. He slowly, adding a third finger and increasing the pace. The sound of your wetness fills the room, mingling with your moans and his groans. He leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. The sensation of both pushes you over the edge again, your body convulsing as you come undone around his fingers.

He doesn't stop, continuing to thrust his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. Your vision blurs, pleasure coursing through you. He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and tasting you. The sight sends a fresh wave of heat through you. He moves down your body, spreading your legs wide. His tongue replaces his fingers, licking and sucking your clit. You scream his name, your hands fisting in his hair as he drives you higher. His tongue lapping at your wet entrance,  his fingers gripping your thighs as he devours you.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire as he continues his assault on your senses. His tongue circles your clit, teasing and tormenting you. You can't hold back any longer, your body tensing as another orgasm crashes over you. He doesn't let up, not even when the tears start to flow. 

He finally pulls away, his lips slick with your arousal. He moves back up your body, his hard length pressing against your thigh. "How are you doing?" he ask's, concern shining in his eyes. "I need you to take then off now" you say as you push the waist of his sweats down his hips. He gives you a small chuckle before standing up and pulling his pants down. Your eyes widen at the site of his huge cock. This long and thick and has a head the prettiest shade of pink that currently is driping pre cum. He climbs baack ontop of you, pepering kisses along your skin till he meets your mouth again. 

You reach down, wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly. He groans, breaking the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to regain control. But you're not done with him yet. You guide him to your entrance, "Please Wonwoo" you moan. With one smooth thrust, his cock is deep inside you. You let out a moan from deep in your throat as your eyes slam shut. He still's. "Hey, hey. Open your eyes  for me baby" he coos down at you. His hands pushing your hair out of the way, cupping your face. You peel your eyes open, finding his right above you. "Are you okay?" He ask's sweetly. Your chest filling with warmth. "Yea" you whisper out. "Do you want me to stop?" He starts to raise up on his arms. "NO" you say gripping onto his arms to stop him. "I just needed a minute to adjust. Your big Wonwoo" you watch as a blush creeps across his face, joined by a smile. 

"You are going to be the death of me aren't you" he laughs "And you will be for me if you dont move" you push your hips forward to get your point across, instantly regretting it as you feel him nudge inside of you. A moan slipping from both of your mouths. In response he starts to move his hips. Slow and cautious at first, but your sounds quickly spur him on. He picks up the pace, growing more confidant as he watches you chant his name with each thrust. Your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded as the coil in your stomach tightens. Wonwoo leans down, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice rough. His fingers lace with yours, pinning them beside your head as he thrusts into you. The room filled with the wet sounds of his hips meeting yours, your small gasps and moans and his grunts every time you tighten around him. 

"Wonwoo," you whimper, your back arching as the pleasure coils tighter inside you. He presses his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, "I’ve got you, baby." His thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate, hitting that perfect spot. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. "You’re amazing," he breathes against your lips, his voice trembling as he fights to make this last. But the way you feel around him, it's unraveling his control. His free hand trails down your body, tracing over the curve of your waist before slipping between you, finding your clit and making  your breath hitch. He starts with tight pressured circles. "Wonwoo, I—" Your voice breaks as you're vaulted over the edge. Your wall tightening around him as you release all over his cock. His movements turning erratic as he chases his own release behind you, burying hims cock deep inside you as he shudders with pleasure. Spilling deep inside you. 

His body collapses onto of you, staying buried deep in you. He presses gentle kisses along your jaw, his touch now featherlight, a stark contrast to the intensity from moments ago. "You okay?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your hip. You nod, a blissful smile stretching across your face. "More than okay." He chuckles softly, rolling onto his side and pulling you against his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as if afraid to let you go. You listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling safe, cherished. "I have something to tell you" he says as he kisses the top of your head. "okay" you say hesitantly, fear creeping into your mind at what it could be. 

"I have had a little crush on you for a long time now." He says voice just above a whisper. "But I'v been to scared to ever approach you. Afraid you wouldn't want to be with someone like me" Your breath catches at his confession, your heart squeezing in your chest. You pull back just enough to look up at him, your fingers tracing soft patterns over his chest. "Wonwoo," you whisper, his name a gentle reassurance on your lips.

His eyes flicker with vulnerability, a rare sight that makes your heart ache. "I didn't know how to approach you. You were always hanging out with the popular kids." he says "it felt like we were in two different worlds." You look up at him thinking back to just last week and you could see how that could be. "Well we're not anymore" you say kissing his chest. He laughs "Your right, so if I were to say ask you out on a date this weekend, your answer would be?"

You grin up at him, your fingers still tracing lazy circles against his skin. "I’d say yes," you murmur, watching as relief washes over his face, quickly replaced by the softest smile you've ever seen from him. "Yea?" he asks, as if he can’t quite believe it. You nod, tilting so your face is closer to his. "Yes, Wonwoo. A thousand times yes." you ghost your lips over his. His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against him. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, then your nose, before finally capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. It’s different from before. Less urgency, more depth. Like he’s trying to memorize the way you taste, the way you fit against him. When he pulls back, his eyes shine with something deeper than just desire. "Guess I should start planning the perfect first date, then," he says with a soft chuckle.

You smile, nuzzling into his chest. "Yea I guess you should."

Dividers by @strangergraphics

[p5-apotelesma]

SPEAKING OF RYUJI ive been thinking of adding his own crashout to the okumura arc at the same time as mona. because drama.

like. i know. i know everybody collectively goes UUHHHHGGGG during this part and i get why. i totally get it. its frustrating cause you just wanna shake the characters and tell them to talk to each other. (and i think a lot of people are frustrated by it because they just Dont like morgana and think hes annoying. none of that here)

not to mention how it overshadowed harus intro arc (which is also why im still debating it) but i feel like this could be remedied by. introducing haru earlier. we meet goro in june and he doesnt join the team til november. no reason we cant set haru up early too.

is this behavior in character for morgana? yeah id say so. could it have been written more smoothly? very yeah. listen i could go on about morgana and why this crashout of his Works with his arc and why characters like him are so squeezy toy to my brain BUT. later. ryuji time

i know ryuji isnt really the kind of kid to hold grudges. every time someone he cares about is angry with him, he thinks its more or less acceptable if they take it out on him. its just all he knows (but its not really okay!) but hes gone through the grueling psychological trauma of an awakening and. the truth of the matter is. kamoshida isnt the only person who he should tell to stop looking down on him

morgana does it all the time. and its rare i hear any objections from the gang other than a “will both of you knock it off” as if ryuji isnt outright being provoked. and yeah you could say this is just how they are. ryuji is a teenager and morgana is like two. communication blunders of the ages. ect.

and i do think this is part of it. some people have friendships full of teasing and ribbing on each other. but they Lead with Nice. you have to like. treat someone with enough kindness to warrant being able to playfully dig at them as a friend and morgana.

hasnt? sure theyre able to rely on each other as team mates but mona is just needlessly a little bitch. a lot.

i think the two do genuinely care about each other. that they can act like friends and they are friends. but. consider. its not enough that morgana has to stop being mean. morgana should have to be nice.

because when mona says “ryuji you idiot” or “you dumb monkey” or “youre pathetic” ryuji does, in fact, Not hear “ryuji i know you can do better” its literally just words hes endured for years at this point. and again!! i dont think mona has treated him nice enough to reach bullying privileges!

morgana has set the tone for pretty much every interaction he has with ryuji and the kid is just meeting him where hes at. which is why ryuji so easily calls morgana useless and thinks nothing of it. i mean (gestures to everything morgana says to him that the gang regards as normal and fine)

and the gang needs to object a lot more loudly to the ryuji slander. but they dont. and i think ryuji should have his own crashout moment because hes sick of morgana dragging him and no one really saying anything. they should have to have this moment where theyre like. aw fuck have we been bad friends? shit

and also realize that. them enabling mona to bully ryuji does not exist in a vacuum. it has consequences. and has in part fostered the dynamic that has ryuji so easily insulting mona. which leads to the cat running off in the first place

[sleepymccoy]

One other thing about severance

I don't think Irving was all that far away when he was switched back to outie. And I bet he'll turn around and see what the fuck's going on. Especially if he's still in sight, Dylan's not being quiet. Imagine it for a moment, the three innie's getting a chance to say a couple words to an outie they dont believe is against them. They don't know if they can trust him, but they don't know that they can't either so it's worth speaking. And Irving would recognise Helena's face. And Irving is the sort to go see Mark and Dylan's outies to see what they think of things. Irving could meet Mark and reintegrate too

It's crazy how close he was still standing

Like, what's Milchick gonna do with outie Irv? Tell him he's fired, sure, but the man's not scared of you. Milchick doesn't have power and influence over him. And now Irv's outie is just standing near his innie colleagues and Milchick only has two hands he can't stop all three of them from talking

[stars-n-kites]

really an inexplicable train of thought but i feel like taako is the kind of person who in a modren era au would just decide to go to a shooting range and learn how to shoot a pistol for funsies, but would consider learning to spin the pistol all cool like they do in cowboy movies to be his first and foremost priority. like hes already bought a holster and the moment he is given a gun he immediately starts trying to twirl it. the instructor has to tell him to stop or theyll take the gun away from him. he keeps trying to lead the conversation back to it anyway because he really feels like theyre putting the cart before the horse here if hes learning how to shoot the gun before even knowing how to dramatically reholster it if he were to get in some sort of cowboy duel. hes actually really good at the shooting part but he gets kicked out of the class after his eighth guntwirling attempt in which he accidentally flicks the safety off mid twirl and shoots one of their light fixtures

[kingleedo]

Hongjoong || Work [240531]

[dykedvonte]

One of my mutuals opinions is the "bro code" thing, that Curly is one of those guys who wouldn't care about the victim because the perpetrator is his friend and I'm really banging my head on the wall like that other anon. I've only played through the game once but Curly's behaviour/reactions etc read completely different from the "bro code" thing and I have to wonder if my mutual and I even played the same game.. like the constant digs at him from Jimmy, his body language in his face reveal and so on like you mentioned in your post. While this game is a little different obviously, it kind of reminded of a point in Alice Madness Returns that makes it very clear that Alice's pain blinded her to the abuse of the other children and her failure to act earlier because of it. Curly is guilty of a similar inaction but it doesn't change the fact he was a victim of Jimmy too. I don't think I can look at it any other way because both of these games have really stuck with me.

I genuinely think it really is the idea that people want a simple easy to blame problem and the idea that the only relatable victims of abuse are those that "surpass" it or do a lot to help others. When it comes to victims, especially those that don't fit the typical demographics, who either accidently perpetuate it, enable it or aren't ideal in some way shape or form, people jump to ignore what they went through as it's easier than dealing with those conflicting sentiments.

The bro-code conversation in Mouthwashing stems from a concept I generally dislike that there had to be something about Curly that made him meet or keep being friends with someone like Jimmy. I think people genuinely underestimate how many like decent and good people just know an asshole or are friends with someone who is really bad outside of their view/established dynamics. The game makes it clear none of the inaction against Jimmy is because of a lack of care, it is a lack of understanding from the privaleged postions they have as men to not have to worry about what Anya does/went through and the type of extremes men like Jimmy will go through to cover it up. They are all too preoccupied in their own strifes.

Another thing I see being oversaturated the idea that you have to be a freak, misanthrope or have a disorder to do the thing Jimmy does. The game is an escalation, it's a spiral that I don't see people comment on that Jimmy was not likely having the mood swings and episodes of rage/frustration we were seeing in the game. This is after they all start experiencing the worst moments in their lives that he got THAT openly bad. Of course, this is just my interpretation but much like in real life, people that go to extremes like that usually live mundane lives. It's a pressure cooker affect to where the stress made them pop. It's self inflicted but still the case.

I really think people need to be more willing to acknowledge that not everything needs to be an extreme or in black and white or easy to understand. It doesn't need to be happy or have an answer or solution, especially in the cases where the abused sadly helps perpetuate what they experience. It's not he should've known better from experience or shouldn't he have known what could've happened because victims tend to not like to think in matters of the worst. Not to mention, especially in cases of abuse where it feels so personally directed that you don't expect to happen to someone else.