#best gaming desk setup

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How to get the perfect gaming desk setup

A gaming setup isn’t just about hardware and peripherals. It’s about the environment you’re playing in. A well-maintained and ergonomically designed gaming desk can dramatically improve your gaming experience. Here, we’ll show you how to make the perfect gaming desk that’s both comfortable and functional.

Choose the Right Desk :

The foundation of your gaming desk setup is, of course, the desk itself. Consider the following factors when choosing a desk:

1.Size: Make sure it’s big enough to fit your gaming rig, monitor, and any other stuff you need.

2. Material: If you’re looking for something strong and long-lasting, it’s a good idea to go with something like MDF or wood or metal.

3. Design: If you’re looking for a desk that’s easy to use, has cable management, and has some storage, make sure it’s designed to fit in with your gaming setup.

Ergonomic Seating:

If you’re planning a long gaming session, you want to make sure you’re comfortable. That’s why it’s important to invest in a gaming chair that has good lumbar support and good neck support. Plus, you’ll be able to adjust the height and adjust the armrests to find the best position for you

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[experteasyau]

Gaming Desk with Built-in Cable Management

Keep your gaming setup organized and clutter-free with a gaming desk featuring built-in cable management, ensuring a clean and tidy workspace while allowing for easy access to your devices and peripherals!

[gyuuberryy]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 !

pairing: venom!jay x reader

genre: venom au, one sided rivalry, loser!jay, office coworkers, superhero

synopsis: when a geeky coworker’s transformation catches your eye, curiosity leads to a discovery far darker—and more thrilling—than you ever imagined. now, blackmail has you entangled with jay and his possessive alter ego, venom, in a dangerous game neither of you wants to end.

warnings: kissing, fighting, venom??

note: where are my marvel girlies at whoo hoo! venom is so pookie and my biggest "hear me out" hehe he got me sobbing in the theatre. jay as venom would be SO hot kjvfbvnjb >< so i wrote this to make up for me going mia for a while, i have too much school work so writing will be slow. anyway enjoyyy reading!!

word count: 2.5k

your office life was a balancing act between emails, deadlines, and… keeping your one-sided rivalry with park jongseong alive. jay(as everyone else called him), with his slightly too-short ties and endearing but tragic fashion sense, was the clueless office geek. he was awkward, quiet, and too nice for his own good. yet, no matter how awkward he was, jay always managed to excel in everything he did, effortlessly snagging the praise you thought should have been yours.

what irritated you most was that jay never seemed to notice your rivalry. he was too busy offering you help or giving you his signature polite, bumbling smile. and sometimes, you’d even catch yourself watching him a little too closely, feeling a reluctant warmth for his harmless, good-guy charm.

one afternoon, you wandered over to his desk, smirking as you noticed his usual setup: notebooks organised to the millimetre, a stack of neatly sharpened pencils, and a sticky note that read “be confident!” in his looping handwriting.

he looked up as you approached, adjusting his slightly crooked glasses and giving you a shy smile.

“hey, park,” you began, leaning casually against his desk. “did you remember to double-check the new client report? i know how thorough you like to be.”

jay blinked, his cheeks turning pink. “y-yeah, i went over it twice… just to make sure everything was right.”

“of course you did,” you replied with a playful eye roll. “wouldn’t want our employee of the month slipping up, now would we?”

he smiled, looking down at his notebook. “just doing my best.”

you shook your head, laughing softly. for some reason, you loved seeing him blush, getting him all flustered with a few well-placed jabs. jay was sweet, awkward, and, despite your constant teasing, he never seemed to hold it against you.

but the next week, everything changed.

jay showed up to work that monday looking like a different person. gone were the slightly wrinkled shirts and too-short ties. instead, he wore a fitted, charcoal button-down with the top few buttons undone, revealing a silver chain against his collarbone. his sleeves were rolled up, showing his forearms in a way that made you do a double-take. and he’d traded his old glasses for sleek, dark-rimmed ones that suited him way too well, giving him a smouldering look.

you did a double take as he walked by, giving you a casual, confident nod. “morning,” he said, his voice low and smooth. the bumbling, endearing jay you knew was nowhere to be found.

you shook it off, convincing yourself it was just a fluke. but over the next few days, you couldn’t ignore the transformation.

he traded in his ill-fitting clothes for tailored shirts, stylish watches, and a few artfully unbuttoned collars that showed off his neck and a hint of muscle. it seemed like his glasses had now permanently changed, now sleek and sophisticated, accentuating his jawline in a way that made you, against your better judgement, find yourself staring a little too long.

and it wasn’t just his style—jay’s entire demeanour was different. instead of blushing and stuttering, he’d catch you looking, smirking with a confidence that left you flustered.

one afternoon, you approached him, determined to regain some control of the dynamic. “wow, park,” you said, crossing your arms. “fancy new look. trying to impress someone?”

he looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face. “why? is it working?”

your cheeks heated, but you forced a laugh. “don’t flatter yourself.”

“oh, i don’t need to,” he replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “you do a pretty good job of that.”

his words left you speechless, your usual comebacks fizzling as he held your gaze with a smirk. flustered, you turned away, cursing under your breath.

when had park jongseong become… hot?

over the next week, his flirtations continued, growing bolder and more direct. every time you tried to tease him, he’d have a response that left you stumbling. gone was the stammering, geeky coworker you used to playfully bully; in his place was someone who knew exactly how to get under your skin, his newfound confidence throwing you off balance.

but one night after work, things took an unexpected turn.

you’d noticed him acting strange, glancing at his arms as though trying to keep something in check. he slipped out of the office quickly that evening, his face tense, and curiosity got the best of you. you followed him, keeping your distance as he made his way down the street, eventually ducking into a dark alleyway.

hiding behind the corner, you peeked around, pulling out your phone and hitting “record” just in case. what you saw left you speechless.

jay was standing in the middle of the alley, his body tense, his hands clutching his head. dark, inky shadows pulsed along his arms, twisting and curling like tendrils wrapping around him. his posture shifted, his shoulders straightening as the shadows coiled around his body, transforming him into something that was equal parts terrifying and mesmerising.

suddenly, jay let out a deep, guttural growl, his face contorting as sharp, gleaming fangs appeared, his once-soft eyes turning pitch black.

“finally,” a rough, raspy voice rumbled, oozing from jay’s mouth with a sinister excitement. “let’s go for a little… snack.”

a cold chill shot through you as you held up your phone, capturing the whole transformation on video. your heart was racing, but you couldn’t look away. whatever was happening to jay was unlike anything you’d ever seen.

as he turned, his gaze fell on the man who’d appeared in the alley, a figure holding a crowbar, his face twisted in anger. jay’s lips twisted into a wicked grin as he stalked toward the man, his voice dropping into a dark, predatory tone.

“ohhh, you picked the wrong guy to mess with tonight,” the voice sneered, dripping with a twisted glee. “i am going to enjoy this.”

the man froze, his face paling as jay’s shadows coiled around him, binding him in place. jay’s grin widened, his fangs gleaming as he leaned in close.

“run along, before i decide you’d make a nice little snack,” he growled, his voice a terrifying blend of jay’s and something far darker.

the man didn’t hesitate, stumbling away into the shadows. but as jay straightened, his gaze flickered over to you, and his eyes narrowed. in a heartbeat, he was in front of you, his inky black tendrils stretching out to trap you, pinning you against the wall.

you swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady as he loomed over you, his dark, twisted grin sending a thrill of both fear and fascination through you.

“you… got that on video?” he murmured, his voice back to normal but tinged with a rough edge.

you held up your phone, smirking. “every second of it.”

his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, and he leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “we could just… eat you, you know. save ourselves a lot of trouble.”

you raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. “please. you didn’t even eat that guy. there’s no way you’d hurt me.”

he chuckled, the sound low and dark, his gaze flicking over your face. “hmm, true… i like you too much for that.”

the words left you breathless, your heart skipping a beat as you stared up at him, stunned. his face softened, a small, genuine smile replacing the sinister grin.

“so… about that video,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

regaining your composure, you smirked, crossing your arms as best you could with his tendrils pinning you to the wall. “i think i’ll keep it… as insurance. you know, just in case you feel like getting hungry again.”

he tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “so… what, you’re blackmailing me now?”

“exactly,” you replied, your grin widening. “you’re going to help me out with a few things, and i’m going to keep my mouth shut about your… secret.”

jay sighed, the shadows retracting as he released you, though he kept his gaze locked on yours. “fine. but don’t push it.”

you grinned, savouring the thrill of having the upper hand. “deal.”

over the next few weeks, you took full advantage of your “arrangement.” you had him running errands, fixing things around your apartment, and even carrying your heavy boxes at work. gone was the bumbling, geeky jay you’d known, replaced with someone who wielded both power and confidence—and didn’t hesitate to let you know it.

curiosity getting the best of you one day, you found yourself pulling him aside. “so… about your little… transformation,” you began, eyeing him carefully. “is he, like, a shadow monster or something?”

jay’s eyes widened, and he looked genuinely affronted. “shadow monster?” he repeated, crossing his arms. “he’s a symbiote. and he’s got a name, thank you very much.”

you raised an eyebrow. “a symbiote? i mean, he looks pretty shadowy to me.”

jay sighed, clearly unimpressed with your description. “no, he’s not ‘shadowy.’ he’s a sentient being that forms a bond with his host—me. he’s venom,” jay clarified, the name coming out almost reverently, and with a slight glint in his eye.

“oh, i see. so, he’s a person?”

“well, he has his own… opinions,” jay replied, wincing as he paused. “we’re a package deal, so to speak.”

“damn right, a package deal,” a deep, gravelly voice suddenly rumbled from within jay, and you felt a slight chill as the symbiote made its presence known.

you stared, both amazed and slightly unnerved. “oh… hey there, venom.”

venom chuckled, the sound reverberating low and menacing. “hello, sweetheart. i hear you think i’m a 'shadow monster.' "

jay rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he said, “see? he doesn’t like being called that.”

you smirked, glancing at jay and then back at venom. “got it, venom,” you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice. “no shadow monster remarks. i’ll be sure to remember that.”

that evening, you called him over to help fix a squeaky window in your apartment. when he arrived, his sleeves were rolled up, and those dark tendrils emerged, forming into tools as he worked. you couldn’t help but watch, fascinated as he tightened the screws effortlessly, his movements precise and fluid.

he glanced over his shoulder, catching you staring. “see something you like, darling?” he teased, his voice low, laced with that familiar dark humour.

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “keep dreaming, park.”

jay smirked, his gaze flicking over you with a look that was anything but innocent. “oh, i don’t have to dream.”

your face heated, but before you could respond, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you know, all you have to do is say the word.”

flustered, you quickly turned away, ignoring the smug grin on his face.

one night, as you were heading home from work, you felt someone following you. before you could react, a man grabbed your arm, yanking you into a dark alley. panic surged through you, your heart hammering as you struggled against his grip. but before you could scream, a low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows.

jay emerged from the darkness, his face twisted into a terrifying, fanged grin, his body wrapped in shadows that made him look both monstrous and mesmerising. he moved faster than you’d ever seen, dark tendrils coiling around the man’s arms, pinning him against the wall with a force that made your would-be attacker whimper.

“didn’t anyone tell you?” he snarled, his voice laced with dark satisfaction, his grin widening to show those gleaming fangs. “not to mess with what's ours.”

the man’s face turned ghostly white as he struggled against jay’s grip, terror flooding his eyes. jay’s smirk only grew, his shadowed form tightening its hold as he leaned in close, as if savouring every second of the man’s fear.

“i should just eat you,” jay’s voice growled, laced with menace and barely-concealed delight. “but you’re too pathetic for even a snack.” with a dismissive sneer, he released the man, letting him stumble away in blind terror, tripping over himself as he fled into the night.

when you looked back at jay, his inky tendrils had retracted, his monstrous form dissolving into something closer to the man you knew. yet his eyes still held that dangerous, possessive glint, and his breathing was still heavy, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, but with an edge of something raw and wild. his hand moved to rest on your arm, fingers lingering as if to reassure himself you were safe.

you nodded, swallowing as you tried to steady your breathing. “thanks to you…”

a wicked chuckle escaped him, his head tilting as his eyes darkened with a new, eerie glow. you could feel the presence of that “other” entity in him, lurking just beneath the surface. “oh, she’s safe with us,” it rumbled, making your skin prickle. “but i think she owes us something, don’t you, jay?”

jay’s gaze softened for a moment before that twisted smile took over again, his features shifting, the shadows flickering as he allowed his alter ego to take control.

“you really think i owe you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the thrill that coursed through you.

“absolutely,” jay, or rather venom replied, his grin widening. “we didn’t just save you. we protected what’s ours. and i think a little… reward is in order.”

you arched an eyebrow, unwilling to back down. “and what kind of reward does a shadow monster want?”

jay leaned closer, his breath warm and tinged with something dark. “i have a few ideas.” he chuckled, his sharp fangs glinting in the low light. “but don’t worry, sweetheart. we won’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

your cheeks flushed despite yourself, but you kept your cool. “i don’t think you’re as scary as you want me to believe,” you teased, meeting his dark gaze. “you wouldn’t hurt me.”

his eyes gleamed with amusement. “oh, i could… but where’s the fun in that?” he tilted his head, observing you with a dark curiosity. “besides… jay likes you too much. and, maybe… so do i.”

the admission left you momentarily breathless, your heart pounding as you stared up at him. just as you were about to respond, his face softened, his gaze flicking to your lips before he leaned in.

without waiting another second, jay captured your mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss. the roughness in his embrace was offset by a possessive tenderness that made you melt, your hands gripping his shirt as he pulled you closer.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes flickered between jay’s gentle warmth and venom’s dark amusement. “so, boss,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar, playful edge, “any other tasks?”

with a grin, you pulled him closer, “i think i can come up with a few.”

jay chuckled approvingly, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “good… because we’re just getting started.”

and with that, he leaned in once more, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that promised this was only the beginning of a thrilling, dangerous new game.

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[tacticalprincess]

Pet desk gf with Konig pretty pleasee!

this with gamer!könig! he’s already suffocatingly clingy and obsessive over you as it is, so the fact that you willingly sit with him for hours while he games is everything he could’ve asked for. he can get fully submersed into whatever violent shooting game he’s into that month without worrying about your whereabouts or wellbeing, knowing you’re in the safest place you can be; right where he can see you. and plus, you make much better use than any of the other inanimate objects you gifted him to decorate his gaming setup, sitting pretty on his strong, broad lap while you sporadically feed him snacks you put together, rubbing his back and clinging to his burly arms.

he can tell when you get horny and achey from watching the way his jaw clenches in concentration, the way his fingers and biceps flex as he plays, from the way you start to huff and squirm for his attention. depending on how generous he’s feeling that day, he’ll either shut you up by bouncing his knee, letting you rub your swollen clit red and raw on his thigh, or with a few thick fingers stuffed inside your greedy, slick pussy, all without looking away from his screen. if you need something in your mouth, you’re always welcome to crawl under the desk and help yourself, so long as you’re not interrupting his gameplay.

cockwarming him is a special occasion — and one that almost always ends in your sore, stretched out pussy being pounded mercilessly after he turns off his computer. whether that be happy and victorious after a win, or aggressive and brutal after a rage quit. he’s broken countless keyboards and monitors by fucking you harshly into them, or throwing them off the desk in the heat of the moment, too eager to release all his pent up frustration inside your warm, welcoming cunt. and you lay back and take it like the good little toy you are, the best stress reliever he could ask for <3

[taegimood]

— call it what it is (c.sb) ♡

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, best friends to ? lovers? rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 2.5k warnings: virgin!soobin, idol!soobin, softdom!reader?, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, messy cumshot, cum eating, brief use of petnames (baby, handsome), brief masturbation (m), some finger sucking, lowkey body worship? (m receiving), soobin horse cock but what else is new

a/n - trying to find some other fucking soob pictures to match the middle one was just impossible so i gave up lmao i’ve been reminded of why i never add photo headers.. i got lucky finding yeonjun’s within 30 seconds for the last fic 🙂‍↕️

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the lighting in soobin’s room is dim, the glow of his gaming setup situated on the desk in the corner offering just enough low light to cast the room in an unfamiliar new atmosphere, one that you haven’t ever felt in the countless times that you’ve been here before.

maybe it’s the quiet lull of having the dorm completely to yourselves tonight, or the clock ticking into single digit territory on the hour hand; maybe it’s the sudden vulnerability of this moment and the ones that led up to it.

maybe it’s the manner of what you’re about to do together; or maybe it’s the glow in the near-darkness that silhouettes your best friend so sensually as he stands in front of you while you’re leant back on the edge of his bed — his handsome face nervous and outlined by soft shadows as your eyes trail down his neck to the contours of his collarbones, past his chest and quick-beating heart to the gentle curve of his abs that stiffen slightly from the attention, or perhaps from the hesitant ministrations of his hand further down.

maybe it’s all of the above.

when you had come over earlier that evening for one of your typical hangout sessions, seizing the fact that soobin had no schedule tomorrow, you think it’s pretty safe to say that neither of you imagined it ending up like this.

the two of you were post anime binge and bingsu feast flopped across his bed, talking about anything and everything when the topic shifted to relationships and your conversation took a very interesting turn.

as close as you and soobin are, he’d never mentioned much about his sex life, and now you knew why: he didn’t actually have one.

you honestly weren’t too surprised when he, while talking about the difficulty of dating with his crowded idol life, somehow accidentally let it slip in frustration that he was still a virgin; and as red-faced and stuttery as he became while then attempting damage control to salvage his dignity, you were quick to reassure him with understanding words and a nonchalant smile.

and, as it turned out.. with an offer.

if he’d prefer his first time to be with someone he could trust, someone who would take care of him…

you don’t know what came over you when you carefully presented the idea.

you’d be totally lying if you said you had never considered what it’d be like to be with soobin physically; he was strikingly gorgeous from head to toe, after all. his gentle demeanor and dimpled laugh never made it any easier for you, either, but whenever your mind dared tiptoeing the line into romantic territory, well, you were always very quick to reel it back in.

until.… now.

you suppose there’s no other way to explain it as fondness blooms in your chest when you look at him, his trembling hands having fumbled over the buttons of his shirt until you’d replaced them gently with your own and did it for him instead — butterflies in your tummy at the sound of his quiet, shaky breaths every time your fingers brushed his skin — his face so close to yours, swallowing hard when you smiled softly up at him in reassurance.

there’s no other way to explain the affection that washed over you as he melted into your lips when you asked if it was okay to kiss him; or his breathy moans as your lips then made a home across the soft expanse of his neck after guiding his hands to begin undressing you in turn.

there’s no other way to explain the way that your heart swelled when he shyly turned off the overhead light and allowed you to trace kisses down his body as you sat on the edge of his bed and worked his sweatpants down with careful hands.

each time you moved to take things to the next step you’d look up at him for confirmation; and each time you were met with yearning, a trusting anticipation in soobin’s brown eyes that made you want to give him everything you could and more.

even in the near-dark you could still make out the rosy hue that colored his cheeks when you moaned at the sight of his cock, thick and long and pretty and just plain big as it came up to slap against his tummy once freed, leaking tip now eye-level with you from where he stood in front of the bed.

sensing the tension in his body, you’d slipped off the rest of your clothes so that he wouldn’t feel so vulnerable;

leaning back on your hands to gaze at him, watching the way his widened eyes flitted across your naked figure, lingering several times on your tits — you noted this for later — and you couldn’t help the pace of your own heartbeat as your pussy throbbed from the sight of him.

“you’re beautiful, bin.”

your soft words had startled him out of his trance, his eyes even wider then as they flickered up to meet yours;

“so are you,” he breathed, a whisper, cheeks reddening further in the dim light, and you could see the desire pooled in his stare.

“binnie.. can you touch yourself for me?” you’d asked carefully, voice sweet like honey, and the premature twitch of his cock was enough to send wetness leaking down between your thighs.

so now, as you watch him hesitantly stroke himself, large hand almost making his large cock look normal-sized until you remember that everything about him is just big, your body betrays you as your legs squeeze together and you can feel the drool threatening the corners of your lips at the expectancy of having something to wrap them around.

he’s biting down hard on his plush bottom lip as his eyes travel over you again, and you can tell that he’s trying not to breathe too heavy as they stay glued on your tits until you slide forward to the very edge of the bed.

the movement of his hand falters as the sudden proximity of your face so close to his cock sends a fresh bead of pre-cum to his tip;

“you don’t have to be nervous,” you murmur gently, looking up at him with a comforting smile. “can i touch you?”

his breath catches as he hesitates only for a second before he’s quickly nodding his head with a shakily-whispered “yes.”

his eyes follow your every move as you slide your own much smaller hand over his bigger one to remove it from his length — you shiver at the size difference — and when you gently wrap your hand around the thick base of his cock and lean in to place a feather-light kiss against his lower abdomen, the soft sigh that leaves soobin’s lips is suddenly the prettiest sound that you’ve ever heard.

you stroke him slowly, soon figuring out the amount of pressure that he likes judging from the staggers in his breath when you apply it; you have nothing on your mind other than to make him feel good as your lips trail over his skin, placing soft kisses along his abs, suckling a pretty mark onto his hip bone as your thumb caresses the head of his cock.

he moans, embarrassed at first until you look up at him through your lashes in a way that tells him you’ve never found anyone more sexy than this; and after that he doesn’t try holding back as much from the pretty sounds escaping his throat.

and when you finally lick at his tip before your free hand comes up to cup his balls and your lips slowly sink down on his shaft, soobin’s head is tipping back into a deep groan as his hips twitch forwards, your throat constricting around him at the sudden added length and your pussy gushing a fresh wave of arousal between your legs from the lewdness of it all.

god, soobin, you’re so fucking hot.

you’d tell him as much if your mouth weren’t stuffed full of his cock.

you haven’t even taken him half way yet when his tip nudges the back of your throat, your spit sliding down his shaft as you use your hands to pump whatever you can’t fit in your mouth; his own hands have flown to your hair now as he watches you with parted lips and half-lidded eyes, breathing heavy around moans and whispers of incoherent curses, grounding himself in the feeling of your strands between his fingers as he fights to control his hips from bucking forwards.

“s-shit-! oh my god-”

it’s only a couple of minutes later that you can tell he’s already close to bursting as you pull off of him for air with spit stringing from your lips, hands pumping steadily up and down from base to tip as you watch his face, feeling a mix of pride and affection at how fucked-out he already is as his eyes meet yours.

“you’re close, baby. do you wanna cum now or wait ‘til you’re inside me?”

you shouldn’t have said that.

the visual you just gave him shoots straight down to soobin’s cock as his abs tighten and his shaft twitches in your hands, a strangled moan that you think was supposed to be a curse flying from his lips as he cums, thick ropes of release covering your neck and chest and dripping down your tits, his mouth hung open as he watches and only cums harder — you get over your surprise quickly as you wrap your lips around him and suck, coaxing the rest out of him as he cries out with a tightening grip on your hair that makes you keen.

he cums more than any other guy you’ve been with and you swallow every remaining drop that you can, finally pulling off of him as he’s left trembling, making sure he’s watching as you look up at him and slowly swipe your fingers through the thick pearly liquid that drips down your skin, bringing it up to your lips to suck clean.

“fuck,” he whimpers, completely dazed, chest heaving, eyes dancing over your face and down to your cum-stained tits.

you lean in and give one last slow lick up the underside of his cock and over the tip; he hisses at the sensitivity, abs clenching, and when you place a gentle kiss to the head before moving back with a smile, soobin swears he’s seen heaven.

you take his hand and guide him to sit down, which his jelly-like legs are thankful for, urging him to lean back against the headboard as you soothe your thumb over the love bite on his hip and brush his hair out of his face with your free hand.

“how was it?” you ask playfully, tilting your head to the side, and now that he sits at this angle the glow from the desk illuminates his face instead of shining from behind him; your eyes trace the details of his hazy expression as he rests his head back against the wall and watches you.

“you’re fucking amazing…” he mumbles, still slightly catching his breath, face flushed and fucked out and beautiful.

“so are you,” you whisper teasingly as you lean in to capture his lips in a slow kiss, which he gratefully accepts, and you’re not sure how you’ve ever made it this far before tonight without the feeling of his lips on yours.

you push away the possibilities and consequences of tonight’s actions to the back of your mind.

right now, all that matters is him.

“s-sorry that i…” he’s suddenly shy as he looks away from you, and you already know what he’s trying to say when his voice trails off awkwardly, “i didn’t mean to.. you know…”

“why are you sorry for being sexy as hell?”

the surprise on his face makes you laugh, and his lips curl into a bashful smile when you continue, “i mean damn, soob, i knew you were hot before but seriously..”

you coyly poke at one of his dimples. “i’m flattered that you came that fast to the thought of fucking me.”

you can see the effect of your words in his eyes as he bites his lip.

“about that…. i still.. i mean, if you still want to, i….”

his voice grows quieter. “…i still want to.”

you can hear the vulnerability and hope in his tone that he probably thinks he’s better at hiding than he is.

“soobin…”

you take his hand in yours, and his eyes widen when you slowly guide it down between your legs, his sharp inhale a clear indication of the gushing wetness he feels there along with the warmth of your cunt.

you lean in closer, his hungry eyes flickering back up to yours; “what do you think, handsome?” you tilt your head again.

“think i want it too?”

his stare locks onto your every move when you bring his hand back up and wrap your lips around his wet fingers, swirling your tongue around them as you suck them clean and release them from your mouth with a pop.

“hm?”

his eyes shoot back up to yours.

he doesn’t trust his own voice as he swallows thickly with a nod and you find that he’s rock hard again when you straddle his lap, sighing in relief as you finally feel some friction from the way your wet folds glide slowly over his shaft.

you wrap an arm around his shoulders, taking his hand in your free one again to bring it up to your plush chest, his eyes honed in there immediately, and he lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of your soft tit in his grasp as he squeezes.

“you trust me?” you ask gently, and soobin looks up at you.

the glow from his desk makes his eyes shine.

his free arm circles around you and his face is so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips when he whispers,

“yes.”

and when you lift your hips with a smile to line him up at your entrance, promising “i’ll take care of you,” as you press your forehead to his and slowly sink down on him, watching the way his brows pinch together and eyes flutter shut, his lips parting in a breathy moan as he clutches you closer and whispers your name —

well, there’s no other way to explain the feeling that explodes in your chest like fireworks than to just call it what it is.

it must be love.

[wormboytrav]

pov: you're on tumblr in the death note universe

💟kira-kira4652 Follow May 24, 2007

friendly reminder that if you support L you're not welcome on this blog <3 i hope you know you're gonna get what's coming for you eventually

👨‍💻touchmyevilghost-deactivated387421 Follow May 30, 2007

kira supporters continue to make no sense lmao, you do know he kills people that think like this right

🏩xxgod-of-furyxx Follow June 3, 2007

Lord Kira will judge you. Real name is Joel Derm, link to face here.

👨‍💻touchmyevilghost-deactivated387421 Follow June 4, 2007

the hypocrisy of doxxing someone to kira while keeping their own face off their blog will never not be funny to me

#tw kira

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🌁los-angeles-reaper Follow Apr 14, 2007

gonna be liveblogging the new wara ningyo murder doc on netflix guys, keep an eye out! i'm so excited, they got the aesthetic spot on!!! ^-^

🚍muffinstory Follow Apr 14, 2007

gross. anyway you can donate to the family of the victims here, here, and here

🌁los-angeles-reaper Follow Apr 15, 2007

okay wow, god forbid i have comfort media. if you're going to stalk the tag to spam that shit you might as well block it. i'm literally neurodivergent and a minor too imagine being a grown adult arguing with a child on the internet.

#true crime discourse #wara ningyo murders #straw doll documentary

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🎁milkpuzzle Follow July 8, 2007

why generation 1 had the best bionicles, an analysis

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🎫chocolate-marsh-m Follow July 8, 2007

kys

🎁milkpuzzle Follow July 8, 2007

you can leave if you're not having fun, mello

🎫chocolate-marsh-m Follow July 8, 2007

fuck you i hope you get run over by a bus

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🎰tsukigod Follow May 2, 2007

Desk Setup Inspo

#clean aesthetic #stationary #follow for organizing tips

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👔wirewerewolf Follow Apr 5, 2007

oh my god i'm just trying to go to my sister's college entrance ceremony in peace and these two dudes in the front row will not shut the fuck up i hate it here

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update: one of them is barefoot (?????)

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🎩official-l Follow Sep 26, 2007

Due to an overwhelming amount of spam, asks have been temporarily disabled. Updates to follow.

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visual representation of your ask box once i'm done with it

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What does this mean

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��littlevanishworld Follow July 8, 2007

okay but does anyone else think L and kira are the same guy

🔋littlevanishworld Follow July 9, 2007

no hear me out on this, they appeared at the same time, which is pretty convenient. and despite L supposedly being a great detective i can find no evidence of cases he's solved in the past and he obviously hasn't solved this one yet. so he's either kira or he's stupid

🎫chocolate-marsh-m Follow July 9, 2007

bad take op

#you guys just dont understand him like i do #he's smarter than youll ever be

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✨KIRA SAFETY SPELL: like to charge reblog to cast✨

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Claimed! 🙌

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[vanteguccir]

I NEED a fluff of bookworm! reader and gamer! matt 🙏🏾

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb with gamer!matt

　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x bookworm!reader

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy room. Y/N was nestled comfortably on her bed, her back against a mountain of pillows, lost in the pages of a thick novel. She had her favorite blanket draped over her legs, its softness a comforting presence as she delved deeper into the fictional world. Beside her, the soft hum of Matt’s gaming setup and the distinct ones that came from his headphones created a soothing background noise, blending perfectly with the rustle of turning pages.

Matt sat at his desk, eyes focused on the screen as his fingers moved deftly over the keyboard. He was in the middle of an intense game in Fortnite, yet every few minutes, his gaze would drift towards Y/N. He loved seeing her like this, completely engrossed in her book, her eyes widening or her lips curling into a smile at particularly gripping moments. It was one of those small things that made him adore her even more.

"Everything okay, babe?" Matt asked during a brief pause in his game.

Y/N looked up, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah, everything’s perfect! Just getting to a really good part." She replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Matt grinned, satisfied that she was enjoying herself. He resumed his game but kept a part of his attention on her, glancing over every so often. After a particularly thrilling chapter, Y/N let out an audible gasp, her eyes wide with surprise. Matt chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what had caused her reaction. He paused his game and stood up, stretching his arms above his head before walking over to the door, leaving their room quietly, leaving it half open behind.

He took a few steps before entering the kitchen, his hands rummaged through the pantry, and found her favorite snacks. He poured some coffee she had made earlier that day, knowing she loved a warm drink while reading and grabbed a root beer for himself. Balancing everything on a tray, he carefully made his way back to the bedroom.

"Hey, bookworm." He called softly, making Y/N look up from her book, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Snack delivery!"

"You’re the best, Matty." She said, setting her book aside for a moment.

Matt set the tray on the bedside table and handed her the coffee.

"I know." He replied with a wink. He then settled back at his desk, sipping his soda and resuming his game.

As the afternoon wore on, the room filled with the gentle sounds of Y/N’s occasional gasps and giggles as she reacted to her book. Matt’s game was going well, but he found himself more and more distracted by her. He loved seeing her so animated, her emotions so raw and genuine.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Matt put down his headphones and walked over to the bed. He gently moved the book from her hands and lay down between her legs, resting his head on her stomach. Y/N looked down at him, surprised but delighted.

"Hey, you." She said softly, her fingers automatically threading through his hair.

"Hey." He replied, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "What’s happening in your book?"

"Oh, you wouldn’t believe it. Jack just found out who killed the 8 burned girls." Y/N said, her voice filled with the drama of the story.

Matt chuckled. He couldn't understand how his calm and serene looking girl had so much appreciation for death books.

"Sounds intense."

"It is." Y/N agreed, her fingers still playing with his hair. "But it’s so good."

Matt watched her for a few more seconds, his heart swelling with affection. Then, he leaned up and peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh.

"You’re adorable." He said between kisses.

Y/N giggled, trying to dodge his affectionate assault.

"Matt, stop! That tickles!"

"I can’t help it. You’re too pretty." He said, finally stopping and resting his head back on her stomach.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simple closeness. Then, with a sigh, Matt got up.

"I should get back to my game." He said reluctantly.

Y/N nodded, her smile still lingering.

"Go win that game for me."

"Will do." He promised, giving her one last kiss before returning to his desk.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze of books and games. Every now and then, Matt would look over at Y/N, and every time, he found her more enchanting than before. They didn’t need words to communicate their feelings; the shared silence was enough, punctuated by the occasional look, touch, or smile.

As the sun began to set, casting a soft, pinkish hue over the room, Y/N put down her book and stretched. Matt noticed and paused his game, turning to her with a smile.

"Done for the day?" He asked, noticing how she was almost at the end of the book.

"Yeah, I think so. I wanted to read more, but I'm tired." She replied, rubbing her eyes. "How about you?"

"I can be." He said, getting up and walking over to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. "Why don't you tell me all about that book of yours while I order us something to eat?"

Y/N’s eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect."

Matt leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Then it's a plan."

[tikosblogg]

Comfort❤️

Summary: request! You and Noah are best friends. You have a nightmare, and go to his room for “comfort” and it leads to more.

Warning: smut. Light choking, spitting, p n v, no protection. (Don’t be silly wrap your Willy), confessions.

A/N: I LIVE for best friend Noah trope, and I will die on that hill. Just something about it idk. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this!

The soft glow of the monitor illuminated Noah’s room, casting playful shadows across the scattered posters of his favorite bands and the disarray of empty energy drink cans that marked his relentless gaming sessions. You had always admired how effortlessly he inhabited this world, immersed in his video games, his fingers dancing over the keys with an intensity that matched the power of his voice on stage. But tonight, something felt off.

You stood there in the doorway, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt tears spill down your cheeks. The remnants of a bad dream clung to you, swirling like dark clouds in your mind. The kind of dream that felt so real, it left you gasping for breath, desperate for solace. You didn’t want to burden Noah, but in that moment, you needed his comfort.

Noah turned, his focus diverting from the flashing screen to the scene unfolding in front of him. His brow furrowed in concern as he took in my tear-streaked face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soothing and steady, like a balm easing the rawness inside you.

“I had a bad dream,” you admitted, swiping at your tears with the back of your hand. “I… I just wanted to sleep in here with you for a bit.” He didn’t hesitate. His face softened further, and he pushed back from his desk, pulling the comforter down on his bed to let you crawl in. “Of course. Come here.”

You smiled weakly, grateful for his immediate understanding, and crawled into his bed behind him, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent mixed with a hint of his cologne enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As you settled in, he place the comforter over you, covering you up.

The steady clatter of keys filled the room again as Noah returned to his game, his concentration palpable. You nestled into the plush blankets, staring at Noah's back, where his T-shirt hugged his frame. The familiarity of this setup—your routine—made your heart ache just a little less. You watched as his fingers flew over the keyboard, seamlessly navigating this digital world, while you breathed in the scent of the night, feeling your eyelids grow heavy.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked, not looking back but knowing you could hear the genuine curiosity behind his question. You hesitated, the nightmares still fresh in your mind. “It was… something about losing everything.” You sighed, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. ‘Everything’ being Noah, but for some reason you felt too shy to admit it. “I guess I just didn’t want to be alone.”

Noah turned slightly in his seat, finally facing you, his expression softening further. “You’re not alone,” he reassured you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “You’ll never be alone, not with me around.” His words melted away the remnants of fear, and you nodded, closing your eyes. The rhythmic sound of his gaming, coupled with the presence of him in front of you, worked their magic. You felt your heart rate slow, your breaths evening out, the bond between you knitting together the shadows lurking in your mind.

As you drifted off, you realized how lucky you were to have him not just as a best friend but as a safe haven. Noah was your anchor in life’s turbulent sea, and no matter how dark the dreams got, you could always find your way back to him, to the calm that followed the storm.

Hours melted away as night deepened, and eventually, the sounds of gunfire and adventure quieted. The gentle creak of the chair as he finally pushed back from the desk was the only sound in the now quiet room. He padded softly to the bed, where warmth awaited him in the sheets. With a soft smile, you were turned away from him, falling deeper into the cozy embrace of your blanket.

Hours later, you stirred, awakened not by the gaming sounds but by the steady pressure of Noah's warm body against yours. It was 3 AM, and you blinked against the fog of sleep. The world outside was still and quiet, but inside the room, the air felt heavy and electric.

As you shifted slightly, your skin prickled; the heat rising from his chest was almost overwhelming. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and there was something primal in the way your body responded. You fidgeted a little, half-trying to find comfort in the heat of his body and half-trying to quell the growing warmth inside you.

In his sleep, Noah sensed your restlessness. He pulled you closer, instinctively, as if there were an invisible cord tying you together. His hand slid from the gentle curve of your hip, caressing its way down your thigh, back and forth in a soothing motion. The intimacy of the gesture sent ripples of electricity along your skin. Each brush of his fingers felt deliberate, yet almost accidental—a mix of sleep and somnolent desire.

You couldn’t help but breathe a little heavier, caught between the comfort of his presence and the fluttering anticipation that it stirred within you. The warmth of his touch ignited something soft and sweet in your chest; it was a reminder of how the two of you were woven into each other's stories.

Noah stirred slightly, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and enjoyed this moment of connection, of safety and heat, wishing the boundaries of sleep could melt into something deeper. But then, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the moment, you turned back to face him, brushing your fingertips against his cheek. In response, he cracked an eye open, the sight of you pulling him from the depths of dream. “Hey,” he whispered, voice husky with sleep. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” you replied softly, though the warmth pooling in your stomach might suggest otherwise. “Just couldn’t sleep." A knowing smile spread across his lips, and without breaking your gaze, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand found its way back to your hip, resting there as if anchoring you both to the moment. “You feel warm,” he murmured.

Your heart raced. It was an innocent statement, but the way he looked at you made your breath hitch slightly. “Maybe it’s just you,” you teased gently. He chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through both of you. “Guess we’ll have to see how to cool it down, then.” The playful glint in his eyes was infectious, inviting you in to share something more than just a sleepy embrace.

With a reassuring squeeze, Noah shifted closer, the gentle pressure of his body melding perfectly with yours. The simple act of being together, of sharing warmth and heartbeats, enveloped you in a cocoon of safety and promise, where, at that late hour, the lines between friendship and and something more blurred.

You settled against him, your bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to be, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, with the moonlight spilling across the sheets and the quiet pulse of the night surrounding you, you knew this was where you belonged—all tangled up in warmth, affection, and the sweet thrill of shared dreams. You turned back around, letting him pull you closer to his chest.

The soft, rhythmic sound of his breaths against your shoulder made your thoughts race. You were acutely aware of how close he was, as though the air itself crackled with unspoken words (or were those your thoughts stirring up a storm?). You could feel his gaze on you, and it sent delightful shivers down your spine.

Breaking the silence, Noah’s voice slipped into the darkness. “You know,” he began, his tone casual yet thick with a hint of vulnerability, “sometimes I just… can’t help but think how beautiful you really are.” His words lingered in the air, catching you off guard. A rush of heat flushed your cheeks, and you felt your heart stumble for a moment.

You turned slightly, just enough to glance back at him, gauging his expression. There it was—the sincerity in his eyes that had always drawn you in, yet tonight, it felt different. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken confessions, until finally, he continued, "I know you’re my best friend, but… that’s not all I feel for you anymore."

Your breath caught in your throat. Did he just say what you think he said? Your mind raced through all your late-night talks and laughter-filled days, every moment where you’d sensed something more but had ignored it, afraid of ruining what you had. Yet, somehow, amidst the swirling emotions, something inside you sparked.

You found yourself leaning in, the distance between you shrinking in an almost magnetic pull. Before you could process it, you pressed your lips to his—a tentative brush at first, as if testing the waters of this new and unfamiliar shore. And then the floodgates opened.

Noah kissed you back with a fervor that almost knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you melted against him. Every brush of his fingers sent jolts of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that chased away the coolness of the night. Your heart raced as your kisses deepened, your lips moving in a synchronized dance laden with a hunger that had been building silently over the years.

In a flurry of movement, the playful kisses turned intense, your bodies intertwining like vines reaching for the sun. You felt his hands explore, tracing along you sides, gripping your ass, pulling you into him as though his life depended on it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the warmth of him igniting passion that you had kept at bay for so long.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire. You could only nod, lost in the moment, your body answering before your mind could fully comprehend. Nothing had ever felt this right, this exhilarating.

The world around you faded, and it was as though only the two of you existed in a bubble where only you mattered. Every caress, every kiss ignited a longing that had been buried beneath layers of friendship. As you lost yourselves in each other, it became clear: this was no longer just a moment; it was the beginning of something beautifully inevitable.

Noah cupped your face, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against yours with a softness that quickly ignited into something deeper. Suddenly, Noah shifted beneath you, pulling you onto him so you were straddling his waist. The shift caught you off-guard, and your breath hitched as your bodies pressed against each other. The world faded away—nothing existed but the two of you and the heat radiating between.

With a firm grip on your hips, Noah guided you gently, yet purposefully, making you grind against him. The sensation sent waves of electricity racing through your body, and you gasped into his mouth, the kiss growing more fervent, more desperate. His hands navigated the small of your back, fingers digging in just enough to stoke the fire brewing within you.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Noah murmured against your lips, his breath warm like a summer breeze. “Same,” you managed to breathe out, lost in the rhythm of your movements, the sensations blurring everything else. Every kiss ignited a spark, every brush of your bodies fused your hearts a little closer. You didn’t want to think about anything else but this moment, this connection.

The air was thick with the scent of passion, of promises whispered in stolen moments. Noah’s hands roamed your body with purpose, his touch igniting every nerve ending, making you feel alive in a way you hadn’t expected. The kiss pulled you deeper into each other, the heat between you transforming the quiet night into a sanctuary of longing and love.

As the world faded into the background, all that mattered was the way his lips moved against yours, the way he held you close as though you were the only thing anchoring him to this reality. And for the first time, you both embraced the feelings that had been waiting to spill forth, allowing the night to carry you into uncharted territory together.

Noah’s hands gripped your hips tightly before they began to move, traveling slowly up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle yet sure touch, they slipped under your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin, teasing and exploring, igniting sparks wherever they touched.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his hands found their way to your tits, squeezing firmly yet tenderly. It was a bold move, one that made your heart thud harder in your chest, and you couldn’t help but arch toward him, inviting more of his touch. His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled away for a brief moment, his gaze wandering over you as if he were committing every detail to memory.

With a deliberate slowness, he lifted your shirt off, your heart pounding harder as the cool air kissed your skin. The look in his eyes as he admired you was almost overwhelming—an intoxicating mix of admiration and hunger that made you feel both shy and undeniably powerful. You could see the way his breath hitched, and that knowledge sent a thrill through you.

You leaned in closer, your skin brushing against his, a silent invitation for him to explore further. The connection between you two deepened. Where this would lead? The thrill was in the unknown. his hands quicly find purchase on your hips, gently but firmly pushing you off him. You landed softly on your back, a playful gasp escaping your lips as he climbed on top of you, his body warm and welcoming. His lips found your neck first, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.

he nipped at your skin, a playful bite to your tits and teasingly licking your nipples, you could feel the heat rising within you, an unquenchable fire igniting at his touch. His kisses traveled lower, down your chest and past your ribs, each one igniting a spark of desire deeper within you. You could hardly catch your breath as he continued his journey down your body, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

When he reached your underwear, his fingers slid lightly along your drenched folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. “You’re so wet for me baby,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill through you.

Feeling bold, you arched your back slightly, craving more of his touch, urging him on. With a slow, deliberate motion, he traced the outline of your body, his fingers a gentle tease, while his eyes remained locked onto yours.

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him a flicker of both excitement and vulnerability filling the space between your bodies. It was thrilling, knowing you could share this intimate connection with someone who cherished every moment as much as you did. He gave you one last look, his eyes filled with pure lust, and excitement.

You softly bucked your hips, desperate for his touch. “Please Noah.” He smiled, finally pulling your now soaked panties off of you. You let out a sigh, as the cool air hit your soaked core. You lifted your thighs, letting them fall open before him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, bending down, placing soft kisses against the insides of your thighs.

When his mouth finally met your core, he went all in. His tongue slowly licked up your slit, before flicking your clit. You let out a desperate moan, softly grinding your hips against his tongue. He moaned against you, sending shivers throughout your body. He flattened his tongue, running it up and down a few more times before pulling away.

“I need to feel you.” He groaned, lifting up and removing his shirt, and the rest of his clothes. He laid back on top of you, capturing your lips in another kiss. This kiss was slow, and intense. As his tongue licked into your mouth, he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned into his mouth at the delicious stretch. Once he bottomed out, he sat still.

He grabbed your neck softly, this thumb and forefinger under your jaw, turning your face towards him. “Are you okay?” You bit your lip, staring deep into his eyes. All you could do was nod. He squeezed his fingers that were around your throat tighter, before laying his forehead on yours. “Use your words.” He growled, and pulled his hips back, and thrusted into you a little harder this time.

“Fuck yes, please.” You whined, the pressure on your throat making you feel lightheaded. You loved it. He kissed your lips one last time. “Good girl” he kept his hand firm on your throat, as he thrusted into you hard. You gripped his forearm, as he pounded into you roughly. “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” He grunted.

You wanted to speak, to agree with him but you were too lost in the pleasure. “This pussy is mine right baby? All mine.” You nodded your head the best you could with his fingers around your throat. “Yes yes yesss…” you whispered. His hand left your throat, grabbing your jaw, making your mouth open up. “Stick out your tongue baby.” Without a second thought, your tongue was out. He smirked down at you, before spitting directly on it. You groaned at the taste of him.

He pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach and grabbing your hips pulling them into air. You arched your back as much as you could ready for whatever you he wanted to give you. A sharp slap landed on your ass, as you whined. He rubbed the red skin, before dragging his tongue from the base of your spine all the way up between your shoulder blades. You let out a whimper at the contact. Your spine was so sensitive, it felt like heaven.

He reached under you, cupping your tits and pulling you up against his chest. He groaned sliding back into you, before whispering in your ear. “You sound so pretty baby.” You lifted your hand, grabbing the back of his head, tangling your fingers into the back of his short hair. He pounded into you again, fast and hard. You could feel your orgasm reaching its peak.

“You gonna cum for me sweetheart?” You nodded frantically, chasing that feeling. His hand left your chest, his fingers gliding down your body until they met your clit. He rubbed it softly, while still thrusted hard into you. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, as your orgasm wracked your body. “That’s it baby, good girl.”

He continued thrusting, as you rode out your high. He then pushed your head down to the mattress thrusting hard chasing his own high, before pulling out, and flipping you onto your back. You watched as he fucked his fist a few more times, releasing all over your chest and stomach. He crashed down beside you, as you both just laid there catching your breath.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, as he slipped out of bed. The sheets rustled softly as he swung his legs over the edge. You watched him, admiring the way his muscles moved under his skin, each movement a testament to his careful dedication to fitness. He walked toward the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps light on the hardwood floor.

In those quiet moments, you relished the atmosphere the scattered remnants of your laughter still dancing in the air. You closed your eyes and let your thoughts wander, savoring the intimacy of just being together.

A moment later, he returned, holding a damp rag and a teasing smirk. “The clean-up crew is here,” he joked, his voice playful, and the warmth in his eyes drew you in. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his theatrics.

Gently, he dabbed the cloth against your skin, his movements tender and careful, treating you like something precious. Each stroke felt soothing, apologies woven into the fabric of his gentleness.

The rag soon fell aside as he moved closer, enveloping you in his embrace. “But in all seriousness,” he said softly, his tone shifting to one of sincerity, “I love being close to you like this. It feels… right.”

You looked up into his eyes, recognizing the depth of his words. In the momentary silence, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you intertwined in the serenity of shared vulnerability. It was sacred, profound, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for it all.

With a soft kiss on your forehead, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you in against his side. As he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you snuggled closer, content to let the warmth of his body seep into yours as the moon light cast a shimmering glow through the curtains. In that perfect, intimate quiet, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together.

[mingi-s-dimples]

Unscripted - San

KINKTOBER DAY 17 , REQ BY. 🤧 anon

~"okay so its me 🤧 but anyways so maybe a reader x streamer bf. It was a drunk stream like where like he would drink maybe invite friends over to drink and stream it this time he did but he included reader which is a rare occasion because he prefers to keep things more private because of his fans Reader was on his lap while like streaming and the camera was on 2 of his other friends yunho and woo were there too chatting with san and reader but because reader got a little drunk and bcs ofc reader doesnt get drunk normally but she was clingy asf a thing leading to another she slowly started grinding and like yes , but like no one to notice not this friends and the people watching it was pretty late at night so the friends went to sleep in another room because driving and drunk doesnt fit well together so reader took the opportunity even tho the stream was on she pretended to leave to fool the people watching and got under the desk and yes."

pairing: bf streamer!san x gf fem!reader

genre: 18+, filthish

summary: you get one hand too touchy with your boyfriend while he's streaming, which ends up being one of your best decisions.

wc: 2.3k

warnings: harsh dom!san, bratty!reader, oral (m receiving), oral while flaccid (yes reader was needy af), ingestion of alcohol, mentions of alcohol, slight exhibitionism (yunho and woo being in another room sleeping and the livestream going on in the bg on mute), degradation + praise (good slut and otjer similar to this), quickie on the desk ^^, helping from under the desk ifykwim, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), unedited, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: Tell me why tf did I just catch a cold 😞😞😞 Anyways this was hot hello... going insane as we speak? Exhibitionism will always be one of my faves (upsi). Enjoy. my love ! ❤️

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The flickering glow from San’s PC screen filled the room as he glanced over his setup one more time, making sure every angle was perfect, every light calibrated. Tonight was special. Usually, his streams consisted of just him, the screen, and thousands of viewers, who tuned in to watch him crack jokes, crush game after game, and occasionally just sit back and chat with everyone in that effortless, laid-back way he had. But tonight was a little different. Tonight, he wasn’t just inviting his fans into his space; he was bringing over his friends, Yunho and Wooyoung, for a spontaneous stream that had been brewing in the group chat for weeks.

You’d been excited the moment you heard the plan—finally, a stream that felt like a mix of San’s world and yours. You could almost hear the buzz of excitement from his fans as San tweeted a teaser about the night. He hadn’t told them yet that you’d be there, though. Usually, San liked to keep your relationship private. He was protective that way; he liked that what you two had felt like something separate from the stream, from the fans, something he could keep just for himself. But tonight, after some gentle coaxing and a lot of puppy eyes, he agreed to let you in on this rare, shared glimpse into his world.

As the clock ticked toward the start time, Yunho and Wooyoung arrived, their energy filling the room as they greeted you with easy laughter and hugs. Yunho brought along his usual playful banter, and Wooyoung had already started teasing San about having to “babysit” him through the stream. You couldn’t help but laugh; the whole setup felt like a group of friends just hanging out—only with the whole world watching.

San threw you a grin as he sat down, the screen lighting up with his chatroom. Thousands of fans flooded in, messages rolling in faster than the eye could track. You settled off to the side, sipping on a drink, watching San as he fell into his element, one hand on the controller, the other waving as he greeted his viewers. He was captivating, totally immersed, and you found yourself smiling at how natural he was at it all.

“Alright, alright! Everyone, say hi to Yunho and Wooyoung!” San said, pulling his friends into view. The chat exploded with excitement at the sight of the two familiar faces. Yunho waved, effortlessly charming, while Wooyoung leaned close to San, playfully invading his space until they were half-laughing, half-wrestling on camera.

You enjoyed watching them banter, the energy high and easygoing, the camaraderie between them infectious. San glanced over at you with a mischievous smile, and, feeling a surge of confidence, you edged closer to the camera’s view. You didn’t have to say anything; just being there was enough to set off a wave of messages in the chat, a blend of shock, excitement, and curiosity.

“Who’s that?” someone typed, followed by dozens of similar comments as people pieced together the implication of you being there.

San reached for his drink, laughing at the chat’s reaction, as if he’d just let everyone in on a private joke. He leaned closer to you, brushing his shoulder against yours, and in that brief touch, there was a warmth that reassured you. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was just the thrill of finally being part of his stream, but you felt yourself relax into the moment.

As the night wore on, laughter filled the room. The three of them were a perfect mix: Yunho’s easygoing wit, Wooyoung’s playful sarcasm, and San’s effortless charisma made the stream a blend of nonstop jokes, a few failed games, and moments of genuine connection with the fans. You joined in here and there, your own laughter mingling with theirs, and with each passing hour, the line between the screen and reality seemed to blur a little more.

You, a few drinks in, became noticeably more affectionate, your usual playful self replaced by something softer, gentler. Your hand found yours under the table at one point, a silent gesture that was both grounding and intimate. He shot you a look, one that seemed to carry a thousand words in it, his gaze lingering longer than usual. The camera still rolled, and the chat was oblivious, but you knew he was letting you in on a rare moment—this was the part of him he usually kept away from the camera, the side of him that was just yours.

After he gave you the slightest, softest, reassuring look, you unconsciously started to slowly grind on his thigh, as you were sitting on his lap.

"B-babe what are you doing?" he whispered in your ear, stuttering from surprise.

"N-nothing..?" you whispered back, smiling innocently at him. He knew exactly what you were doing but.. it was even more thrilling, as thousands of people could catch glimpses of what was happening.

As the night pushed into the early hours, Yunho and Wooyoung started to look like they were ready to crash, their laughter slower, their words slurred from the drinks. It didn’t take much convincing for them to decide to stay the night. After all, nobody wanted to drive home at this hour. So they threw their jackets in the living room, claimed the couches, and left you and San in his dorm alone to wrap up the stream.

As San turned back to the camera, you noticed he seemed even more relaxed, leaning back in his chair, his hand lazily finding its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. His fans kept chatting, mostly commenting on how unusual it was to see him this open and unguarded, and San smirked at their remarks.

And that’s when you felt it—a sudden, irresistible need to be closer to him. You shifted in your seat, inching toward him until your body pressed against his, your head leaning onto his shoulder. San glanced down at you, his smile softening, his hand moving to trace small circles on your back. The chat was still buzzing, but he seemed only half-aware of it now, his attention slowly focusing more on you than the screen.

The camera captured only part of the scene—the laughter, the playfulness, but missed the soft intensity in San’s eyes as he glanced your way, the way his hand gently tugged at your waist, urging you closer. You were barely aware of the camera now, your focus on him, on this shared warmth, the world beyond the screen fading into the background.

He looked your way, whispering something, “what are you trying to do!? I’m live, darling” he softly said, not letting the viewers hear any of his words. You leaned towards his ear and said, “I’m so fucking horny right now.. maybe it’s the drinks but, how I’d love to suck you off in this instant..”. His eyes widened at your words and he wasn’t able to say anything, as you instinctively got off his thigh and got on your knees under the desk, eyes looking sheepishly at him. He looked down in horror as you rode your hands up his thighs, finding your way to his pants. You hovered your hand over the slight bulge of his sweatpants, feeling his cock twitch at your touch. He was slowly getting hard, but you just couldn’t wait anymore. You slid them off to his ankles to which San gasped, looking surprised at the camera, not knowing what to do. He was still live, after all.

As you took his cock in your hand, still soft, only slightly hard, mainly at the base, you started stroking it. Slowly but surely, looking up at him. You spit one, two times in your hand to lube his cock up and pumped his length, getting is hard pump bt pump. You just couldn’t wait anymore and took his cock in your mouth, San's eyes widening and his mouth left agape. He was truly trying hard not to mimic anything, but was slowly losing control.

His leg was lightly bouncing near you, trying to get a hold of himself. He looked down for a moment at you, then at the camera and at the comments. No one realised yet.

“Guys, I-uh” he stopped for a moment, your mouth wrapping on the tip of his cock, sucking it harshly. You pressed your tongue to it, San's hand going for your hair as soon as you did that. He pulled you back for a second, then continued, “my network is not that good, should we take a break for a minute? I'll try to refresh everything and maybe ask Yunho to help me with the router.” his eyes then flew to the chat, everyone agreeing with him. He muted himself and moved the camera up a bit, only a small part of his forehead could be seen. Though, as soon as he slowly laid back into his gaming chair, his forehead disappeared from the view and the stream viewers could only see the curtains in the back and the dozens of plants you and him had together. He looked down at you, a smirk rising on his face.

“You're damn impatient, aren't you, my love?” he said and the hand in your hair tangled in it and pulled you to his cock. His cock was now half erected, but he absolutely didn't care. He started to softly thrust in your mouth, he threw his head back in pleasure. You could feel his length growing in your mouth, which turned you on even more. What could've been better than feeling your man getting hard because of you? and with that thought in mind, you took a deep breath and took his growing length down your throat, slightly choking on it.

“What a good girl… the heads you always give are fucking unreal…” he whined out, mouth-fucking you. “But.. what if the viewers find out, hm? Or is it your own little plan.. to let people know… just how much of a filthy, obedient little slut you really are?” he taunted, thrusting into your mouth deeper, his grip tightening as he kept you firmly in place. His low, rough voice sent shivers down your spine, each word designed to push you closer to that edge. “Or maybe... that’s what you want, isn’t it? To have them see how good you are for me?”

Your cheeks burned, but the thrill of his words ignited something fierce within you. His gaze darkened as he continued, voice dripping with desire, “Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want them to see? To know that this is exactly where you belong… right here, giving me exactly what I want?”

The intensity of his words and his rhythm brought you to a breaking point, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body, until you could barely think of anything else.

He kept his gaze locked on you, enjoying the way your eyes glazed over with pure need. His voice softened, almost taunting, as he leaned closer, his lips grazing your ear. “That’s right… no hiding, no pretending. You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

You nodded, your mind hazy, completely overtaken by him. Every touch, every word was calculated, designed to make you lose yourself in the moment. His hand found the back of your neck, guiding you as he continued, his rhythm relentless, making you feel as if every fiber of your being belonged to him.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone low and possessive. "Tell me you want them to see just how good you are for me."

As you pulled back, your lips parted, a breathless moan escaping before you whispered, "Yes… I want them to see.”

“Oh, is that so? Are you really… that eager?” he said and moved the camera away, facing the wardrobe. He got up and continued, “Well, it’s a shame, sweetie. I don't like sharing and you just made a serious mistake, turning me on like that when you knew I couldn't do anything. What are you gonna do now, huh?” he teasingly said.

“San, I-” but you didn't have time to answer as he pulled you up and pushed you on the desk, forcefully throwing away anything he had on it.. Some books, stickers, decorations, too. “Let's see how you're gonna handle this, my love” he said and pulled your pants down, squeezing your ass. He spread you out, two of his fingers slipping in your cunt, a grin appearing on his face. “You're so wet already.. you've been expecting this? What a little slut..” he said and pulled the fingers out, hand going for your mouth and covered it, then with his other hand he guided his cock to your entrance, fully thrusting in. “This is what you get for getting me hard while I was live…”

You gripped the table in pleasure and pain, head dizzy from the drinks you had and all the movement. “S-San-!”you moaned in his hand, tears forming in your eyes. It was either the drinks or the fact that you haven't been fucked by him this angry and powerful in so long, but as he hit all your sweet spots you came undone surprisingly fast, all over his cock. Your walls clenched onto him, his veiny, slightly curved cock switched inches deep inside you before he finished into you. He pounded into you through his orgasm. He slowly came down to a stop and pulled out, spreading your ass out and looking at his work, bodily fluids seeping out of your cunt.

He stepped back and pulled you up, turning you around to make you sit on the table. “See? this what happens when you act up. Go to the bathroom, I'm not done with you, yet.” I'll be there in 5, saying by to my viewers.”

“Hm? why, babe? why the bathroom?” you asked, confused but slightly anticipating.

“We're gonna shower together and no, you don't have any way out of this” he said and kissed your forehead, squeezing your ass and urging you to the door.

The night was just about to get started.

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Gaming Desks

8 Best Gaming Desks in Australia (2023)

Gaming has evolved into a profession and a thriving industry. However, the risks they pose to our health from prolonged sitting or standing cannot be ignored. Thus, it's crucial to carefully consider your gaming setup and prioritise your well-being. Highly curated gaming workspaces not only improve our health but offer outstanding gaming experiences and comfort.

In this guide, we discuss one of the crucial components of a gaming workspace; gaming desks. We uncover and evaluate the best options available in Australia and what to look out for when making a purchase. And if you're after an ergonomic gaming chair to complete your setup, check out our guide on the best gaming chairs.

Top 8 Gaming Desks for Australians

Getting a gaming desk should be a priority if you're a pro gamer. Here are the best gaming desks available in Australia:

Secretlab Magnus Pro/Pro XL: Best Overall Gaming Desk for Australians

Type: Adjustable rectangular

Desk height: 65 – 125 cm

Weight capacity: 120 kg

Warranty: 5 years

The Secretlab Magnus Pro/Pro XL Sit-to-Stand gaming desks are the ultimate choice for enhancing your gaming experience. Available in Australia, these desks offer exceptional features and functionality. With adjustable height and an expansive surface area, they accommodate all your gaming accessories. Integrated power supply, clutter-free design, and safety measures ensure a seamless and secure gaming setup. Customization options like desk mats and multi-colored magnetic LED lighting add to the immersive experience. Take your gaming to new heights with the Secretlab Magnus Pro/Pro XL gaming desks.

2. Desky Alpha Dual Gaming Desk: Best Australian-Made Gaming Desk

Desk type: Adjustable rectangular

Desk height: 60 - 125 cm

Weight capacity: 140 kg

Warranty: 10 years

The Alpha Dual Sit-Stand gaming desk offers adjustable height for a healthier gaming experience. With a range of 60 to 125 cm, you can easily switch between sitting and standing positions. The desk provides ample space, accommodating up to three monitors, with options of 47-inch or 59-inch sizes. It features stable construction, easy assembly, and includes convenient features like cable management channels, child-locking prevention, USB charging port, and anti-collision detection. Choose from different edge options, desktop sizes, and additional accessories for a personalized setup. Rest assured with a comprehensive 10-year warranty. Upgrade your gaming workstation with the Alpha Dual Sit-Stand gaming desk.

3. Zen Pro Sit Stand Gaming Desk: Best Gaming Desk for Beginners

Desk type: Rectangular

Desk height: 60 - 125 cm

Weight capacity: 140 kg

Warranty: 10 years

The Expert 2.0 gaming desk by Zen Space Desk is an ergonomic and electrically height-adjustable desk. It features an ergo edge for better proximity to your gaming screens and accessories, along with a cable management channel to reduce clutter. With programmable height adjustment limits, you can easily switch between standing and sitting positions. The desk offers customization options, including surface size and accessories, and is designed for excellent stability with a weight capacity of 140 kg. It is a great choice for beginner gamers looking for a fully ergonomic and customizable gaming desk.

4. Arozzi Arena Gaming Desk: Best Aesthetic Gaming Desk

Desk type: Rectangular

Desk height: 78.7 cm

Weight capacity: 80 kg

Warranty: 2 years

The Arozzi Arena gaming desk is a thoughtfully designed desk that caters to the needs of most gamers. Its spacious 48-inch desktop surface can accommodate multiple monitors, while the curved design adds aesthetics and ergonomic benefits. The desk offers adjustable height options and is remarkably sturdy despite its size and weight capacity. With the package, you receive assembling tools, two full-surface desk mats, and an easy-to-follow manual for quick setup. It also includes three cable management cutouts and comes in a choice of five colors for customization.

5. Seven Warrior Gaming Desk: Best Fixed-Height Gaming Desk

Desk type: Rectangular

Desk height: 74.93 cm

Weight capacity: 150 kg

The Seven Warrior 60-inch gaming desk features a waterproof carbon fibre texture finish, steel support, and a weight capacity of 150 kg. It includes a fully-covered mouse pad, cable management grommets, and additional accessories like a USB gaming handle rack and headphone hook. The desk's versatility allows it to blend well in different environments, although it may have minimal wobbling at maximum capacity. For those prioritizing ergonomic features, Desky's Alpha Dual Gaming Desk is recommended.

6. Desino Gaming Desk: Best Gaming Desk for Casual Gamers

Desk type: Rectangular

Desk height: 75 cm

Weight capacity: 113.4 kg

Warranty: 12 months

Desino's 40-inch gaming desktop is constructed with durable carbon fibres and diagonal braces, providing a sturdy and long-lasting design. It offers convenient features like a cup holder, headphone hook, and built-in monitor stand for an enhanced gaming experience. The desk is easy to assemble with the included manual and offers ergonomic benefits for extended gaming sessions. While it provides ample space and stability, it's important to consider its unadjustable height and dimensions to ensure a proper fit for your setup.

7. Casaottima L-Shaped Gaming Desk: Best Fixed-Height L-Shaped Gaming Desk

Desk type: L-shaped

Desk height: 77.2 cm

Weight capacity: 45.36 kg

Warranty: 3 years

Casaottima's gaming desk offers a hassle-free setup process and a satisfying gaming experience. With a sleek design, dedicated monitor shelf, and durable X-shaped frame, it provides ample legroom and stability. The adjustable leg pads and lightweight construction further enhance its convenience. For those who prefer U-shaped desks, two L-shaped desks can be combined to create a wider surface. The desk is made from engineered wood with a waterproof, scratchproof, and heatproof surface, ensuring durability.

8. Eureka Ergonomic I60-SLB Gaming Desk

Desk type: Rectangular

Desk height: 75.5 cm

Weight capacity: 150 kg

Warranty: 12 months

Eureka's I60-SLB gaming desk is a rectangular desk with stable square-shaped legs and thoughtful cable management features. The desk's carbon fiber finish and metal frame contribute to an immersive gaming experience, while adjustable leveling feet ensure a comfortable viewing position. The 60-inch desk space is suitable for dual monitor setups. However, the desk is not a single-piece design, which may be inconvenient on slightly raised or unleveled floors.

How to Choose the Best Gaming Desk

To buy a gaming desk that complements your station, you first need to understand your personal preferences. For example, gamers with an itch for aesthetics can compromise a little functionality and not be too wary about it. In addition to these personal preferences, here are other factors to consider when choosing a gaming desk.

Size

Shape

Adjustability

Storage

Material

Price

Tired of losing your game battles? It's time to level up your gaming setup with a specialized gaming desk from Expert Easy. Gain the winning edge with a desk that offers superior features designed for gaming excellence. While a regular desk may provide enough space and comfort, it simply can't match the immersive gaming experience that a dedicated gaming desk offers. Upgrade your gaming space with Expert Easy and unleash your full gaming potential!

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When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

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